Another Hardston FanFiction coming your way! Someone from Tumblr gave me this idea. This is different from the ones I've written before. This is the first time I've written something like this, so please be nice. :)
This is set years before the show takes place. Mike Weston is still in college. It is written in his point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
I set my alarm an hour early to make sure I had enough time to look my best. I put on a suit and tie, and shined my black dress shoes. I broke out the cologne I only wore on special occasions. I took extra time to comb my hair. Normally I'm not one to care about how my hair looks, but today was more than just a special occasion. I gathered my books, hopped in my car, and drove to college.
I couldn't believe it. The day I would meet my hero had finally arrived. I showed up to the auditorium an hour early to make sure I had a front row seat. My left leg bounced up and down quickly, and I couldn't stop shifting in my seat. I was both excited and nervous to meet my hero.
Ryan Hardy. The agent who captured Joe Carroll. The author of The Poetry of a Killer. I've admired his work for quite some time. Now, I finally got to meet him.
About ten minutes before he was scheduled to speak, he walked into the auditorium. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
He was much taller in person. He wore a suit similar to mine, only he looked more sophisticated. He began setting up his presentation. As he sorted papers on the podium, he glanced up. His eyes met mine. He nodded his head.
I nodded back, trying to remain professional, but a million thoughts were running through my mind. His blue eyes pierced me. Although his facial expression was serious, and somewhat cold, I couldn't help but be mesmerized. Everything about him seemed so flawless. His hair, combed to the left side, his posture, just everything
He looked great when I saw him on television, but unfamiliar feelings came over me when I saw him in person. I questioned my feelings. Admiration? Envy? Attraction?
That was it: Attraction. I wanted him.
That's chapter one for you! Thoughts? I definitely want to continue this one. It may take a while for me to update, though. My schedule is jam-packed right now. As always, thanks for reading!