.:Part One: Bumping and Sighing:.

Christy P.O.V.

June-26th-2008

Christy and Peyton went to the mall to find some new clothes to go partying in that night.

They were totally stoked seeing as how this is one of the coolest cubs in all of Australia. They finally got in because they had some strings pulled by their photographer.

"Hey! Did you here? Some crazy, hot, famous, kid is coming to the club tonight, his name is Bob Johnson or something of that order?!" Peyton asked Christy

"Ha-ha wow no I didn't Pey. But I guess we will have to check him out tonight at the club, maybe show him some of our signature PeyChris dance moves...?! Hahahaha"

She replied with a smug expression. She loved the look on guys faces when they danced together its like they died and gone to heaven over and over again. Its hilarious!!

Christy hadn't dated anyone since middle school in Florida... Needless to say he was a total fucking asshole!

The name was Carson Lee Tanner. Total jerk, she never knew why she didn't see that in him before they dated.

After they broke up she ended up writing a song about the whole thing!! Called "Over you"! Christy's dream was to become a Pop Star with Disney... That didn't happen seeing as how she moved and all. It was totally worth the move in the end.

She got a job in Scene Modeling.

As the girls wandered the mall Christy couldn't help but think about this 'hot famous' kid, maybe she would know who he was or something.

She was so tired of being single! Every time a hot guy would ask her out she would say no before thinking and ten seconds later she would practically beat her self to a pulp for being so stupid!!

A part of her wanted to love again and the other absolutely hated the idea of love.

She was a very confused person.

Peyton and Christy walked into Charlotte Ruse looking for something hot.

"Hey Pey? What if this guy is a total hottie? What are we going to do about it? Rape him on the spot?!"

The girls exchanged a strange glance and laughed their asses off.

"I was thinking you should go and talk to him seeing as how you want a guy So badly!!"

"What the hell Pey? You know that's not true..."

She gave me the look saying 'Yea and I'm the Queen of England!'

"OK fine, so I want a guy but that doesn't mean I am going to talk to him, for all we know he could be a total jerk!" I said, I mean HELLO I have a huge point!

"If he is a; as you would put it ' total jerk' then by all means avoid him like the plague. If not, get your flirt on! Lol"

Of course she had to use the dreaded words that I avoided like the plague. But we will see.

I just don't understand why she wants me to flirt so badly, what's so great about guys any ways…. Oh who am I kidding I need love like a fat kid needs food.

I walked around the store some more arguing with Peyton about the club tonight and what to wear. Out of the blue this really sexy outfit popped up out of no where on the shelves.

It almost looked like it was screaming 'Pick me! Pick me' The pants were over the top cool, the were skinny jeans with a turquoise zebra stripe pattern all over it. The shirt was a hot black top.

"Hey Peyton I found my outfit. I'm going to pay for it then head to Vicky's Secret!"

As I walked out of Vicky's my phone rang, I tried to get it out of my purse and ran into the wall in the process.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going" the wall said.

Wait.. Walls don't talk.

I looked up from my not so comfy spot on the mall floor and found a very attractive guy looking down at me expectantly.

"Oh, no it's ok. I should have been watching where I was going." I replied in a stuttering manner seeing as how he was a guy and was smoking hot.

I looked down at the mess we had created only seconds ago and found my lingerie was all over the floor.

Yea that's not embarrassing.

My cheeks started to a turn a ruby red.

"Uh, wow, nice color choice." The mystery man said with a chuckle.

Can this get ANY more embarrassing!

"Uh, thanks, uh, I guess." I replied, shaking like a mad man, I started to scramble all my belongings together to end my reign as the Queen of Embarrassment.

As my stuff was cleaned up a hand was put forth in my direction. "Wants some help up seeing as how I am the one the put you down there?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Thanks." I replied with a small smile after standing on my two feet.

I was finally able to see 'his' face up close. He had a rugged bad boy look about him. His hair was a chocolate brown color, almost black, cut right below his chin. His eye's absolutely were so amazing. There were unmistakably gorgeous, with long lashes and a deep brown color. It was safe to say that he was the hottest guy a I have ever seen.

Realization had set in once again and I remembered that not just seconds ago he saw all my sexy, new lingerie.

I blushed for the third time that day, I looked down quickly hoping he wouldn't see my apparent red cheeks.

"Are you alright?" He asked with concern while placing his hand gently on my upper arm.

I got goose bumps all over my body.

"Uh, yea, sure, I'm fine." I said looking back up at his face only to find a cocky grin plastered on his perfect face.

"What?" I asked apprehensively.

"Nothing, it's just nice to know I can get that kind of reaction out of girls such as yourself."

I looked at him quizzically then comprehend that he was talking about the goose bumps on my arms. Curse the fact I chose to wear a tank that day.

"Should I be offended ?" I asked not really wanting to know the answer.

"No, not at all. What I meant is; its nice to know that stunning girls get chills from my awesomeness." He replied with that eye-catching grin of his.

I giggled at hi- wait a minute I giggled!?

Man this guy has an affect on me.

"May ask what your name is?" He said putting his hand out for me to shake.

"Yea, it's Christy; Christy Reef." I replied shaking his hand. I was about to ask for his name when my phone rang.

I gave a small sigh and read the caller I.D. Peyton

"Excuse me for a second." I said turning around so my back was facing him.

"Hey Peyton can I cal-"

"WHERE ARE YOU MISSY I HAVE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER THE PLACE FOR YOU!?"

"Calm down I just ran into a guy and we were talking. I'm right outside of Vicky's meet me over here and I'll introduce you to him." I said and hung up on her, which was not like me at all.

Man what is this boy doing to me? I turned back around to find my stud had vanished.

I let out a small grunt out of frustration.

"Great. Where did he go? I didn't even get his name." I sighed, found a bench and plopped down on it.

My gloomy state showing openly; my chin resting in my hands; eyes droopy. Yea, full sad state. (:P) Peyton showed up a few seconds later with two bags in her hands, moving as fast as her little feet would carry her.

"Where is this guy?" She asked quickly then realized my state.

"Oh my god what did he do?" She said dropping her bags and sitting down next to me.

"He did absolutely nothing. When I hung up the phone and turned around he was gone." I replied giving another sigh at the end.

I continued to think about this stranger, why did he have this affect on me? I know so little about him, hell I didn't even get a chance to get his name unfortunately.

"Well what's this mystery guy's name?" Peyton asked being her curious little self.

"I didn't get his name. I was about to ask him but then you called. Peyton he was completely hot. Hell he made ME giggle." I said looking directly in her eyes raising my eyebrows as if I was saying 'Can you even believe that?'

"Wow he must have been some guy." Peyton said staring off into space.

I continued to think about my mystery guy. He was so absolutely awesome.

I barley know him and I feel as if we have know each other since forever began. I highly doubt I'll see him again because I could tell by his accent he was from the U.S. I sighed again.

"Oh well. Let's just head home and get ready for the other mystery man tonight" I said picking up my bags.

While heading outside and placing my sunglasses over my eye's I looked up at the sky and questioned if I will ever see that amazing guy ever again.