Hi! I have been reading amazing stories on here for a while now and wanted to try one of my own. This is the result! I know it's set in modern day and there are some people who don't like this sort of story but if you don't like it, then don't read it.

I'm really enjoying writing this and I hope you enjoy it

So without further ado, here is chapter one of Chance Meetings.

Disclaimer – I do not own anything

Scarlett tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the elevator to reach her floor. It was bad enough that Pa had wanted them to leave at 9 AM, she thought, but to find out that they hadn't even had the decency to wait in their suite for her was enough to make Scarlett's already horrendous morning worse. She had overslept, despite setting her alarm for 8 o'clock and rushed through her morning routine. Showering, getting dressed, doing her makeup and hair in record time. Somewhere in between getting dressed and fixing her hair she had called room service and ordered a coffee and pastry when it became apparent that Suellen's whining had paid off and the rest of the family had left for the breakfast buffet downstairs. Twenty minutes later, they had come back to the room, Scarlett knew this only because she had heard Suellen and Careen chattering whilst she was searching for her purse (she was sure she had left in on the chair in the corner of her room, but then maybe not…) and by the time she had exhausted all nooks and crannies in her room and moved onto the sitting room, her family had gone. Again. Glancing at the clock and noting that it was 9:15, she rushed round, located her purse under Suellen's coat on the sofa and hurried out the door, silently cursing her family under her breath.

The doors of the elevator pinged open and Scarlett stepped in, jabbing the button for the lobby violently.

"What did that button ever do to you?" came a slow drawling voice. Scarlett spun round and saw a tall dark haired man leaning against the opposite wall.

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at him, in no way inclined to be nice to anyone at the moment.

"I don't think that's any of your business, is it?" she snapped and whirled back round, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder.

"Feisty little thing, aren't you?"

Scarlett resisted the urge to turn around and slap him.

"You know, I'd like to see more of you" he persisted and Scarlett ground her teeth together at his impudence and rather poorly disguised innuendo. Thankfully, the elevator quickly came to a stop at the lobby and, remembering that you caught more flies with honey than vinegar, Scarlett turned round and dimpled sweetly at the stranger.

"Well then, I hope you enjoy seeing more of my back." she said, if a little venomously. Then right on cue, the doors slid open and she stormed out, hearing the man laugh as the doors slid shut behind her.

"Ah, there you are puss!" her Pa called, waving her over and Scarlett bristled at hearing her embarrassing nickname shouted across the lobby.

"We've been waiting ages for you" Suellen grumbled from her place on the leather couch.

"Well I'm sorry" Scarlett said sarcastically. "I might have been a bit quicker if you hadn't hid my purse under your coat"

"I did not!"

"You did too!"

"Scarlett, Suellen, I'll not be having my own daughters making a scene in public. Come on now, we've kept the taxi waiting long enough" Gerald said and ambled out to the car. Suellen pulled a face at Scarlett, who stuck her tongue out in response before flouncing out to the car.

Scarlett usually loved spending one week of the summer in New York with her family. Her Pa would take her and her sisters shopping and to see a Broadway show and basically just spoil them rotten whilst her mother looked on and shook her head at his indulgence. However, this year Scarlett had wanted to stay at home because Ashley would have just arrived back from his first year of college and to say Scarlett had missed him was an understatement. She had spent the entire of last year planning the perfect welcome home party in her head and just when she got the chance to put her plan into action, her Pa announced that he'd picked that exact same day to leave for New York. Of course, she had begged and pleaded for him to change the flights or to let her arrive a few days later but he had refused, saying "I'll not be letting any underage daughter of mine stay here alone. No missy, you'll be leaving with the rest of us and that's the end of it." She had sulked around the house for a week and although she was enjoying her time in New York, she still desperately wished she was back in Georgia to welcome Ashley home.

She had loved Ashley since she was 14 years old and had seen him for the first time in a month after the Wilkes' had gone to Europe on holiday. Ashley had stopped by Tara, her home, with his father and Scarlett could scarcely believe that the lean, golden haired young man was the same bookish, skinny boy he had been a few months ago. He had smiled at her as she sat on the porch with a magazine and Scarlett just knew that she would love Ashley Wilkes for the rest of her life.

Being two years below him at school meant that she only really caught glimpses of him in the corridor and so when she heard that Ashley had signed up to tutor younger students, she had purposely flunked three English tests in a row until her teacher assigned Ashley to tutor her in the subject. Over the course of the next two years, Scarlett looked forward to her tutoring sessions and would spend the hour listening to the sound of Ashley's voice as he tried to teach her rather than actually paying attention. Soon enough, they started hanging out and Scarlett was convinced that Ashley felt the same, only he was too shy to show it, or maybe he was afraid that she didn't feel the same. After that realisation, she had redoubled her efforts and always made sure she looked her best and flattered him and laughed at his jokes (even when they weren't funny) in an attempt to get him to admit his feelings to her. By the time he had left for college, she still hadn't got her confession, but she was convinced that when he returned in the summer and saw her looking fabulous he would realise how much he missed her and confess all. The thought was enough to make her giddy with excitement.

It was with this thought in mind that she got in the taxi, her mood considerably better than it was five minutes ago. The thought of going home and seeing Ashley in two days put a smile on her face and she was positive that she could get Ashley to tell her how he felt. After all, she was Scarlett O'Hara. How could he not love her?

Do you think I should continue? Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Miss Ivy