Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Note: sorry the parts of this and my other stories are so short. my attention span isnt what it should be :)
Marguerite had just managed to catch the mail man and headed home, humming softly to herself. Life in general was good. She had just recently invested a great deal of her fortune in an endevor sure to pay off. She met a wonderful man named George Prescott who had been courting her for the last 6 months and she had a best friend at last...even if she didn't know his name.
Suddenly, about half way home it thundered and started pouring down rain. Marguerite dashed for the nearest alcove to hide out in but by the time she reached it she was already drenched. Ringing out her hair she didnt notice someone with an umbrella stop a few feet away.
"Fancy meeting you here..." John Roxton said, smirking.
Marguerite whirled aorund and scowled, seeing who it was. "What do you want?!" she snapped. The day had turned out so promising.
"I thought I'd share my umbrealla with a lady...know where I can find one?" he said with a charming smirk.
"Ooh..." Marguerite raised a fist as if to hit him and he held up his free hand.
"Okay okay...I'm sorry. You looked like you could use a hand."
"I'm already seeing someone." she said suspiciously.
"Good because I dont find you attractive what-so-ever." he said with a straight face.
"Good!" she replied stepping under the protection of the umbrella and they started down the street twords her house.
"So why were you in such a hurry this morning?" he asked, hoping to break the silence.
"If you must be so nosey...I had to catch the mail man." she said stiffly.
They walked in silence until they got to her door and he stopped. "It was a pleasure Miss....?"
"Krux."
"Is there a first name that goes along with that?" he said again, with his most charming smile.
She frowned, looking him up and down to try to judge if he was being friendly or just obnoxious. "Marguerite."
"Well Marguerite...have a nice day...and next time try not to get all wet, I might not be there to rescue you."
Her mouth just opened as she gaped at him. First he took the liberty of using her first name, then to insult her....the nerve of the man!
Roxton just turned and continued down the street, wistling as he went.