Hey guys! Now, this was a random idea, one that got me thinking. And so, this was born.

I have no idea if this will be a one shot or an actual story. If it's the second one, then I'm doomed! XD Because I have other stories I have to work on.

So, I'll tell you guys after this. I do not own Star Wars: The Clone Wars at all. If I did, then Ahsoka wouldn't have left, Anakin wouldn't have turned bad, and everything will be alright in the galaxy. But I don't.

I only own my brand new OC, Amy Renning. Her last name was created by a Star Wars Random Name Generator. The name kind of stuck. P.S.- That's what she looks like, on the cover.

So, please enjoy!


Amy Renning woke up from her alarm clock. She groaned. "Another morning, another long day." She stamped her hand on the clock beside her head; which made the blaring noise twice as annoying up close, and stopped the noise.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes, getting the sleep out of them. She got out of her bed; quite reluctantly, and made her way around her small apartment room to get ready for a new week ahead.

As she did, she thought of something about herself. Amy was one for imagining fantasies.

She was someone that would rather live in the world of fiction. To see beautiful gardens with stone statues of angels and creatures littered among rows of pink roses and golden daffodils and lavender poppies. She was someone who thought of what her life would be like in a book, where she could have endless adventures, exploration, and excitement in her life. 'That sure would be fun,' she thought.

After pulling out a perfect outfit to go out with, brushing her tangled curly hair, and taking care of her hygiene needs, she smiled to herself through it all. Amy wasn't the kind of young lady to be a shopaholic (for clothes really), not all gushy over celebrites and young stars like every other girl in the world (she prefers the male characters in her books), and she especially doesn't get why people party all day and night only to get drunk and wasted. She rolled her eyes every time she thought of these things. 'What a waste of time.'

She looked over herself in the full mirror in her room one more time. Her mid-back length red brown hair with golden highlights. Hazel eyes. And plump pink lips. She wore a NYU shirt, with jeans, boots, and her most comfiest jacket ever.

After feeling satisfied with herself, she left and went to her small kitchen in her small apartment she rented with the small amount she got from getting a small job at Books a Million.

Amy lives in New York, the New York, in New York City (yes, the one and only New York City).

But not for the grand sights (except for the gardens and parks to get cozy and read a book).

Not for the broad-way shows and endless shops (except on classic tales like Disney movie inspired plays and book stores and Starbucks).

And not to make it big in the Big Apple (except to be a bestselling writer of fiction books).

But to find love.

As she prepared and ate her breakfast, Amy grinned guilty to herself. I know. True love? Sounds corny, right? Well, to Amy, it was both corny. But it was also a mystery. One she wants to solve. Everyone in Amy's life has found their own version of true love. Her parents, her older siblings, her friends, everyone! Except her. Hearing tales of youngsters finding just that in the big city. So, she went to see for herself.

After finishing up and cleaning her dish, she grabbed her purse, her backpack, her jacket and scarf since it's turning Autumn over here, and her keys. She locks her front door and walked out of the apartment, down the streets of NY, and watches the leaves fly through the cool breeze. Amy stuffs her hands in her jacket and ignores the modern and focusues on the nature. The beauty. Something modern people take for granted. 'And now, I'm starting to go crazy here.' She chuckled since she always talks to herself, in her mind or out loud.

But not everyone is normal. Even the craziest people are the best people.

As she walks to the university, which isn't far from her place, Amy thinks about that whole 'finding love' thing again. Would she ever find it? Would she meet the right person? Or was this all for nothing? 'No, of course not! It's just going to take some time. Something like this doesn't happen overnight. Let alone in a day.'

But maybe she was just kidding herself. As she walked, she passed several couples that were talking and laughing and sharing a kiss or two, Amy cringed and turned away quickly. She was getting closer to the campus as she stared at her sweet boots when she crashed into somebody.

"Ah!"

"Oof!"

Amy slipped and was about to fall back and hit her head on the sidewalk when an arm grabbed her waist. She hugged onto whatever was keeping her steady. And when she looked up, she met a new face. It was a man. In his average twenties, like her, in dark brown and black clothing. With dark brown hair, fair skin, chiseled features, and piercing blue eyes. The right one had a scar run across it.

Up close, he was cute. Handsome even. Amy felt her cheeks redden.

"Uh … hi."

His lips twitched to a smile. "Hey yourself." He pulled her back up and swept her hands over her clothes to get the wrinkles out. "T – Thanks. For catching me." The man stayed there, watching her with an amused look. "It's no trouble. Especially since you bumped into me." Amy stopped and stared at him, shocked by what he just said.

"Uh, excuse me?"

He smirked. "You heard me. I'm not the one who wasn't looking where they were going." He was right about that. She bit her lip.

"That's true." He crossed his arms and she shifted her feet before facing him. "Then, I'm sorry … " he smirked more when she finished her sentence, " … that you weren't looking where you were going either." His smirk faded, replaced with a gape. Amy smirked at him.

"Touche." She curtsied and he chuckled at it then mockingly bowed back. "So, uh, where are you heading off to?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" She asked curiously.

He grinned. "Well, you did bump into me. And I did save you from getting a nasty bruise. So, you owe me one."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

"You're a nosy one, aren't you?" He started to walk around her, making her both nervous and curious.

"Eh, you could say that. Now, where were you headed?" Amy crossed her arms, not willing to let this guy get to her.

"NYU. I'm a student there." He hummed to himself.

"NYU, huh? Interesting."

"And you? What's your story?"

"I have somewhere I need to be. In a few minutes, actually."

"Aren't you gonna be late?"

He shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I'm always late." Amy blinked, thinking, 'Is he serious? He must be. And speaking of time – '

"Oh man! I have to get going! I'm going to be late too!" Amy got her things together and started running away, leaving the man where he was. 'Oh wait! I didn't get to ask him for his name.' She halted in her tracks and turned back, calling out to him.

"Hey! What's your name?" She got some looks from bystanders. She chose to ignore them. So did he.

"Yours first!" Amy raised a brow at him.

"No, you first!" Amy shot back.

"No, you first!" He copied her. She groaned. Amy had to get going fast so she went first. "It's Amy Renning." The man looked kind of intrigued by it. Amy called back, "I did my part! Your turn!"

He grinned then called back, "Anakin. Anakin Skywalker." Amy was surprised. That was a name you don't hear every day. Amy still grinned and nodded.

"Keep your head up! Don't bump into anyone else on the way!" He called out as she walked away.

"Okay, I'll be careful, mom!" Amy called over her shoulder.

"Hey!"

She laughed at him, Anakin, and made a quick haste to the campus before she was late.

She thought back to Anakin's face and blushed as how close, and how cute he was.

Could he be that other someone she was thinking and hoping about?

She shook those thoughts aside so she could concentrate to getting to the school. For now, at least.

'Well, at least this morning wasn't a total waste.'


Now, as I said before, IDK if this will stay just a one shot or if this could be something more. So, please review or PM and let me know. I need your opinions!

Cause I think I'll either have to do more one shots on these two or let it blossom into another long story. We'll see.

So, you know the drill.

Constructive criticism is welcomed, but flames are not.

I got that part from katierosefun. I love that girl! She's good at Star Wars fanfics! Check her out when you have the time.

Until next time, bye guys!