Ok so this is my first fanfic—please be brutally honest!

Thud…man this really isnt my day!

"Hey there little lady can I help ya?" Some weirdo with a fro asks

"Umm..no I think I got it..but thanks" I say as I  start to gather up my stuff that has fallen out of my bag all over the place!

 When I look up I notice that the weirdo with a fro is staring at me…all I can seem to think is take a picture it lasts longer!—however I being Haley James would never actually say that. So instead I go the safe route.

"Can I help you?", she manages to make come out of her mouth—in a little harsher tone than intended.

"Oh no I just…you just…you look like this …"

"I look like this what?" I ask questioning what in the he ll he was looking at in the sweetest tone I can muster.

"Oh umm nevermind forget about it…im sure my imagination is running away with me."

"Okay" I say as I finally head to the elevator where I had originally planned on going before being detained by this weirdo with a fro…man Im sure there is a nicer way to refer to him, its just that it has been my experience that weirdos with fros..well wait I don't have any experience with weirdos with fro's. I am quickly interrupted by my thoughts as the elevator stops one the 28th floor of the studio. I step out and begin my usual daily duties. The first being to go to my secretary, Kira.

"Ms. James you have 21 different messages from a certain..Caleb Baker..and Henley wants to see you in his office as soon as you get her. Which I guess would be now."

The only thing I can seem to think is what now, Mr. Dwight Henley, my boss at WXMN is not what you would call the nicest guy on the planet, okay so he is far from civil to near everyone, but he seems to like me or so I thought. Oh and what the hell does Caleb want, we ended our "thing" like three months ago…he seriously needs to  move on!

I am once again interrupted from my thoughts as I approach Henley's door.

"Ms. James you are late!"

Oh great a lecture from him is all I need to top off my great morning!

"Im sorry sir, traffic in Chicago is treturous, you know how it is" I spit out not noticing the person sitting in the chair to the far left of me.

"It will be excused this time, but do not I repeat do NOT make it a habit Ms. James", Mr Henley finished sternly before he directed his attention to the person sitting in the chair next to me that I had failed to notice.

Whoa is this man stalking me…is the only thing I can seem to think about when I realize that the man sitting beside me is no other than the "weirdo with a fro".

"Ms. James I would like you to meet Nathan Seymore, he has just been transferred from one of the other stations across town, he will be joining you as Executive Journalist here at WXMN."

Nathan…that's the only thing I caught of the whole introduction, Nathan…

"Ms James, I feel that the two of you will work very well together, you will be in charge of showing Mr. Seymore the ropes, now the two of you get out of my office before I have you thrown out!"

With that Nathan Seymore walked out, but I just stood there thinking about him…my Nathan. I was soon brought out of my thoughts when my boss got in my face and told me if I didn't get out he would cut my salary in two.

You better bet that got me out of there.

Then I came face to face with Nathan…nathan selure, no that wasn't it..nathan sherman…no that wasn't it either…nathan spuler..yeah I think that's it..

"Sorry to interrupt your thoughts but, I figured I should introduce myself."

With that he stuck out his right hand, I shook his hand, as he said Nathan Seymore, nice to meet you. I replied with Haley James, nice to meet you too. But I couldn't help but notice his eys get big when I said my name.

He removed his hand from mine and said " Whoa, so you really are Haley James, I knew I recognized you"

Aight so I figured out how to do this without it lookin all weird—I wasn't aware how bad the formatting was- I appologize!—here is the 2nd part of Chapter One

Wow that young lady looks oddly familiar…where have I seen her? I guess I really shouldn't be thinking about this when I am fixin to meet…

My thoughts are halted when the familiar looking face drops her bag, along with all 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 books onto the floor. Where do I know her from? The question will not leave my mind. I figure I might as well give her a hand, she looks a bit flustered. I figure I will try and charm her, "Hey there little lady can I help ya?" she doesn't look impressed. God where have I seen her. She tells me no, hmm go figure. This is going to drive me nuts. Then it dawns on me. Crud she has noticed me staring! She asks if I can help her in what I believe has got to be the fakest voice I have ever heard. What do I say now? Crap, all I can manage to say is "Oh no I just…you just…you look like this …", man Nathan, what was that! She is interested now…but no it can't be her, or can it? She asks she looks like what, in that fake tone that she seems so use to using.

 Regaining my barings I say "Oh umm nevermind forget about it…im sure my imagination is running away with me."

She says "okay", but in an annoyed tone, which im pretty sure was meant to be there. Surely it's not her, he said she was in Colorado, but if it is… naa it can't be her, however she looks A LOT like the picture. I wonder if her name is the one I have heard so much about?  If it is her, she definitely looks even better in person! Man okay snap out of it Nathan, my thoughts are definitely picking a bad day to get the best of me. Before I know it I am sitting in my new bosses office. Man this guy is a smug sob! I thought I was going to be the executive by myself! Damn him! Whoa, there she is again…she doesn't look too thrilled to see me, however I can't say that I blame her. She probably thinks im stalking her or something, so this is the girl that is going to show me the ropes. Wait did he just say Ms. James?…man pay attention—I scold myself silently. Holy Crap it is her. She isn't paying attention. I know its her it has to be! Doesn't it? Well so far I know she is some big time journalist, and that fits the profile, she has auburn hair, that fits the profile also, she is petite, that sounds like her..the only thing that doesn't fit is that she in in Chicago..he said she was in… Im glad I payed attention long enough to hear to get out of his office, this Mr. Dwight Henley, I don't think im going to like him to well. I decide to introduce myself this time using my first and last names so she will do the same. " Nathan Seymore, I stick out my hand, she accepts my handshake and I tell her nice to meet ya" She replies the way I knew she would, and it only confirmed her identity as she said "Haley James, nice to meet you as well". Crud, I told her I recognized her, he's gonna flip when he finds out who my co-executive journalist is!