Hey everyone...I updated two stories in one day...whaaaaaat? Anyway, I wanna say thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing this new little crazy story of mine. I really did NOT think you guys would like it or even get it. But then the reviews kept coming in and I was just shocked. All the reviews were like what the hell is goin on lol? I knew I would confuse you all and it might continue to get confusing lol

I enjoyed all the predictions...Most of you thought of 50 first dates...that would have been a really cute story...but this is not exactly like it. Someone said Nervous...I love that book by the way...but not exactly...this story was actually inspired by a song...can you guys guess which song? Leave your answer in the reviews and if you're right I will reply in the next update.

Mercedes tried to drive as fast as she could to make it to work on time even though she was already thirty minutes late. No matter what she did she was always late to every damn thing. She just knew that her boss was going to give her hell the moment she walked into the library. He gave her hell every day and every time she was late he would threaten to fire her. She didn't need the job but she loved it and she didn't not want to lose it. She finally made it to the library parking lot and drove around back to park in the employee section. Her space was taken so she pulled up behind it, making a mental note that she would move it once she clocked in. She was in such a hurry to rush in that she forgot to put the car in park. As she tried to move fast, even while still store for no apparent reason, she missed seeing the car slowly move backwards towards the libraries dumpster.

"I hope you know that you are late again this week, Mercedes!" her boss said as she tried to creep passed his office. She slowly stepped back and looked inside of his office preparing to tell a lie. "And don't even try to bring up some lie. I am not interested." he added without even looking up.

"But Mr. Figgins, I have a legitimate..."

"It really doesn't matter." Figgins said as he finally looked at her with a sly smile that told her it wasn't genuine at all. He got up from his desk and walked out of his office as she followed closely behind, wincing with every step she took. "Your lies are no longer necessary as you no longer work here. We've already hired your replacement."

"What?" Mercedes asked in shock. He'd threatened many times before but who in their right mind wanted this job. It didn't pay well and the only reason she enjoyed it was it allowed her to speak to people she normally wouldn't have the guts to. "Mr. Figgins, you can't be serious. I really need this job."

"Mercedes..." he stressed her name as he always did. "You don't need this job. You certainly don't treat it like something you need. You come here hours late and some days you don't even come in at all. This is a place of business. As you can see we have customers. We can't wait for you all day. So go home, 't make me have to get security, it's not in the budget." he gave a quick pat on the back then walked off leaving her standing in the middle of the library like a lost puppy. She couldn't believe he would do this to her. She never missed a work day, sure she was late, but never had she missed a day. Mercedes stared at the replacement as she read a book to the children. She felt tears forming in her eyes as she found the courage to turn and head back to her car. When she reached outside she noticed a cop looking on as a tow truck driver hooked her car to his. She ran over to where they were and couldn't believe that her car had hit the dumpster. She could've sworn she'd place the car in park. The cop saw her standing in shock and made his way over to her with his pen and tickets in hand.

"Excuse me, ma'am, is this your vehicle?" he asked her as he began to flip his ticket book to a new page. Mercedes looked around and shook her head. "We're going to have to take it in. Can we see your license, insurance and registration?"

"It's in the car." she muttered as tears began to stream down her face. "Why is my world falling apart? I just lost my job and now my car...why is this happening to me?" she blubbered. The cop sighed as he looked at her then shook his head and crumbled the ticket.

"Look, call this number and make sure you get their dumpster fixed or else I will have to give you a ticket. Okay?" he handed her the tow truck card and then walked off as the tow truck drove away. Mercedes slumped down and sat on the sidewalk placing her head on her knees as she cried. Minutes later she saw someone stick a tissue in front of her and waved it.

"Are you going to be okay?" the person asked as Mercedes took the tissue and looked at it suspiciously. She looked up at the man and shrugged. "It's just a tissue. I'm not a serial killer or nothing." Mercedes looked at the tissue again then wiped the corner of her eyes before staring up at the tall Asian man.

"That's what all serial killers say." she responded as he sat down next to her and let out a hearty chuckle. "Did I invite this man to sit next to me?" she asked herself as she slid down a bit.

"You're right but after hearing you just lost your job and then your car, it just seems like you're somebody that could use a friend at the moment. Am I wrong?" he asked as he looked over at her. She looked back at him and silently prayed he wasn't a serial killer because he was surely one good looking ass Asian man.

"Stop being scared of everything, Mercedes! Have some damn fun in your life for once." she told herself as she allowed herself to shake her head in response to his question. "Hi, I'm Mercedes...Mercedes Jones." she smiled and slowly extended her hand to him. "Ouch!" she mumbled as he shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mercedes, I'm Mike Chang. You seem to be in pain physically as well as emotionally. Do you need to see a doctor by any chance?" he asked as she struggled to stand up. He quickly stood up and gave her a hand causing her to lean on him for support.

"I woke up this morning sore. Every part of me is hurting." she replied.

"Hmmm maybe it's time for a new bed perhaps?"

"I just bought it a few months ago."

"Well I am not sure what could cause you to be in pain like this but I do have good news." he replied as she let go of his hand and supported herself. "I'm a massage therapist, so I can help soothe the pain. That's if you're okay with that." Mercedes looked at him and bit her bottom lip as she contemplated what he was asking. "I'mean, that's only if you want me to help you." he added as she took a deep breath in and smiled.

"A massage would be nice. How much do you charge?"

"The first thirty minutes are free and then you can decide what you think I deserve." Mike replied. She couldn't believe she was actually going to let a perfect stranger give her a massage. Hell it was time that she lived a little.

"Well, I do need a ride home since my car was just towed. You think you can possibly take me there?"

"I don't know. I mean, you could be some type of serial killer."

"I'm not a serial killer."

"Said the serial killer." Mike replied causing Mercedes to chuckle then wince at the pain. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you laugh. Come on, let me take you to my car." he said then made his way over to his car. Mercedes frowned when she realized it was his car that took her parking spot.

"You do know that's an employee parking spot right?" she asked when he got to the car and opened the door for her. She got in and waited on him to get in the driver side to hear his response.

"I didn't mean to take your spot. I was only supposed to run in and return a book and be out. Then I saw you and everything else. I'm sorry." he responded as he looked over at her. She shook her head in disbelief then jumped when he reached over her.

"Hell to the nah..." she screamed then stopped when she noticed he was getting her seat belt. "Oh! My bad thought you were trying something funny."

"Safety first." he replied as she buckled herself then watched him buckle himself and back out of the parking lot. "Where to...your highness?"

Once they arrived at her place, Mercedes tried to calm her nerves around him. She wasn't sure what was normal. She'd never had a man over before, especially not a man as fine as Mike was. He looked around her apartment and looked at the different pictures that she had of her mother and friends. She knew eventually he would ask questions so she decided to just dive in and give him a quick recap.

"That's me and my mother when we went to Niagra falls one year." she said as he looked on. He picked a picture that had Mercedes and two of her best friends and pointed towards the goofy prom pose they were doing. "Junior Prom, one of the juniors spiked the drink and we all were wasted that night." she giggled. He then picked up a picture that they took on the last trip that changed their life forever. "That was the last trip I took with my mother and best friends. We had a major accident and we all almost died that night. My mother and I both fell into a coma, I woke up but she never did." she explained and tried to smile when Mike reached over and gave her hand a squeeze for comfort.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Yeah...how about that massage, huh?" she asked forcing a smile on her face. "Where do you want me?" she asked then paused and turned to face him embarrassed by her choice of words. "I mean...where can we...uh..."

"Your choice, Mercedes. Where do you feel most comfortable?" he asked as he placed a timer on his cellphone.

"Right here." she replied pointing to the sofa. I've never had a man in my bedroom before." she added then blushed as he raised his brows in shock.

"You're definitely a rarity these days." he smiled as he watched her remove her jacket and scarf. "I don't think I've ever met any virgins around our age. I find that to be quite refreshing. Are you saving it for marriage?" he asked. "You can lay on the sofa and I will just kneel and do my magic." she smiled nervously then got on the sofa and took a deep breath before responding.

"Yeah...I just think that is something you share with someone special. Something that no one else can say they ever shared with me. I can truly feel opened and liberated when I am with him...you know?" she asked as she closed her eyes and anticipated his first touch. Other than her physical therapist this would be the first time a man was touching eighty nine percent of her body.

"Yes...I can understand that." he replied as he began to massage her. She began to moan softly as his hands massaged her shoulders first. "Just relax and you'll get a better experience out of this." he added as he felt her tense up. She inhaled deeply then let out a soft moan as she completely relaxed herself away." He continued to get to know her as he massaged her for the thirty minutes when the timer rang she turned around and sat up as he sat next to her and took her feet in his hand to continue massaging her feet.

"So...I am guessing you're not a virgin, huh?" she asked as she looked over at him. There was no way that he was one when his hands did what it just did to her body with clothes on.

"What makes you assume that?"

"Well...you do stuff like that." she pointed to his hands on her feet and giggled before pulling it away from him. "And you look like that." she added shyly as he smiled at her.

"You think I'm attractive?" he asked as he moved in closer to her. She felt her heart skip a beat but remained where she was then nodded in response to his question. "I think you're attractive too." he added. She looked up at him and smiled before licking her lips as he moved in closer. She couldn't believe she was about to get her first real kiss. The other kiss she got didn't count because it was on a dare on prom night. This was going to be real. He reached over and stroked her cheek before inching over and pressing his lips on hers. His thin lips felt weird against her plump ones but it didn't stop her from inching closer as he parted her lips with his tongue and deepened the kiss. She wondered if he could tell she didn't know what she was doing as she tried to mock what he did. They kissed for what felt like five entire minutes before they both parted and just looked at each other with smiles on their lips. "You're a really good kisser."

"Uh...yeah...thanks...you're not that bad either." she replied.

"Well...I hate to bail on you but I have to go to work..." he got up and grabbed his phone.

"Yeah I have an appointment in a few that I guess I'll have to uber to now."

"Oh okay well, let me have your number and I'll call you so we can arrange a date this weekend." he stated as he typed her name in his phone.

"Uh...a date...this weekend...like a real date?" she asked then felt stupid for asking it. He looked at her and laughed before handing his phone over to her. She took it and quickly placed her number inside as they made their way to the door. Mercedes opened the door and leaned on it as he stepped out and turned to face her.

"A real date...I pick you up...we go out and eat or whatever." he replied. "Cool?" he asked then winked at her when she nodded and blushed like a school girl. "You're so cute." he added before leaning in and kissing her goodbye. "I'll call you." Mercedes watched as he walked away then paused when she noticed a note that was stuck to her door. She quickly grabbed it and read the note.

"Let me know if we're still meeting at the gym." the note said. Mercedes read the note a couple times then crumpled it and left it on the table. Someone must have left the note on the wrong door. She closed the door then quickly set up an uber pick up for her appointment.

Mercedes made it to her therapist but was late as usual. They were used to her so they always gave her the wrong time just so that she'd arrive at the right time. She smiled as she thought about the kiss she just experienced and the date she was going to go on this weekend. She couldn't wait to talk about it but she was going to wait till the date to avoid jinxing it all. Unfortunately, her therapist noticed the smile on her face and zeroed right in on it.

"So are you going to tell me why you keep smiling, blushing and have three hickies on your neck?"

"Hickies? These aren't hickies. I think they are like bug bites are something. Maybe even an allergic reaction, Ms. Pillsbury." Mercedes quickly replied then tried to hide the marks on her neck. Ms. Pillsbury was very aware of Mercedes blackouts and personality issues. She'd met the other Mercedes right out of the hospital. It all started when her mother finally passed on. She went from being this shy girl to this happy go lucky-take-life-by-the-balls girl the next day. At first Ms. Pillsbury thought she was suffering from multiple personalities that were different from Mercedes herself, but after seeing videos of the old Mercedes, prior to the accident, it all made sense. After her mother passed her personalities decided to just take shifts.

"Are you taking your medication?" she asked and watched as Mercedes quickly replied with a shake of the head. This was helpful because at first, one of the shifts would be an entire week but now they are down to a day or two. "Good...if you take your medication regularly we can ensure that you get back to being a full recovered Mercedes...okay?"

"I am...I promise. I want to get back to the old me. Especially if I want to see where things will go with Mike." Mercedes smiled then continued to tell her about how she met Mike.