Funny How We Met Story Novels & Stories

Then: “She showed up at an event. Said we used to be close and that we’d lost touch. And there were a lot of gaps in my memory, and I was just recovering so… she filled in some blanks.” “She fills in a lot of blanks, doesn’t she?” I muttered. Zane tilted his head. “What about you? You never told me how we met.” I hesitated. “You never asked.” “I’m asking now.” I set the bowl down, heart thudding. “We met at a charity event your company sponsored. You wore this ridiculous navy tux, and your tie was crooked. I came to fix it... and you asked me to dance.” I remembered that day like it was yesterday. Love at first sight… that’s what it was. We were amazing together, young fools in love not know

I was frustrated. “Send me a razor blade. I’ll kill myself.” It was rare for him to joke around like that, so I asked, “What’s going on? Any good news? You seem to be in a good mood.” “Not exactly good news.” “What is it, then?” “A friend of mine returned from abroad.” “Is it a man or a woman?” “A man.” “How is that good news?” “I didn’t say it was good news. I lost contact with him, but now, we’re talking again.”

“Make it passionate!” As soon as she left, Ivy shut the door and turned to Lake. “We are so screwed.” “Relax,” he said, dropping onto the couch. “We’ll keep it simple. How’d we meet?” “In this story? At a film festival in Chicago. You were there shooting a documentary. I was doing a seminar on emotion and memory.” He grinned. “And I asked you out by interrupting your lecture with a fake nosebleed.” “...That’s not what we said.”

he murmured, more to himself than anyone, “then… okay.” Daniel paused before he decided to excuse us. The nurse followed suit leaving just me and Liam. He sat up and I rushed close to him as I sat on the chair close to him. “So, tell me about us.” He quickly said. I began. “Where did we meet?” I offered, because meetings sound like fate and fate feels believable. “At a little bar in Las Vegas. You spilled your drink on me and then insisted on buying me another.” It was small, stupid, but it fit the narrative I had rehearsed.

He slid one across as I sat. “Figured you still take it like an adult,” he said. He remembered. Of course, he remembered. We’d only had coffee together four times, but he’d noticed. We didn’t waste time on small talk. I opened my phone notes. “Family interrogation prep. They’ll ask everything.” We built the legend in under ninety minutes. How we met Mutual friend named Alex (marketing, gender-neutral, conveniently always traveling). Introduced us at a rooftop work thing in late October. We bonded over mutual hatred of forced networking and cheap rosé.

Comes the annoying voice of John which I'm greatly beginning to hate. "We met at a coffee shop," I reply with a smile, ignoring how ordinary the picture of our first meeting is. "He mistakenly spilt his coffee on me while I was returning from work." "Aww. How romantic!" Catherine blurts out in glee and Keenan rolls his eyes. "When was that?" "Two weeks ago." This lie rolls off my tongue easily because we have rehearsed it on our way here. "So, Taylor. Are you in the through with your studies?" Patrick asks and I almost bite my tongue.

Then he replied, emphatic: "It's a pretty cheesy story, but I'll be happy to tell it to you." Oh dear, it shot through my head, what kind of crap would he tell them now? “It was a pretty rainy September day last year. We met at one of her shoots. When I first saw her, I thought I had to get to know her. Her charisma blew my mind,” he began beaming.

She sniffled and chuckled. My fists were balled under the table. "We met in a restaurant where he accidentally crashed with me. I passed out and got rushed to the hospital. I was so weary because I was working 24/7 back then." She exhaled. I was unsure if I was supposed to hear how they met but somehow I was curious.

Alaric asked through strained politeness "I was mayhap 12 years old when my brothers and sister found me. I don't know much of those days while I was recuperating from the injuries of my past. It was when I turned 12 that I somehow managed to run away from my pack but I had faded somewhere in forest due to exhaustion and extreme blood loss. I wouldn't have even been alive had it not been for these three who decided to for some godforsaken reason save a 12 year old dying wolf." I smiled as I reminisced the first time I met my true family

"Should we make a backstory? So we're on the same page incase we get asked any questions." I nodded slowly. "Yes. That's actually a good idea." I paused for a moment, exhaling deeply. "How did we meet?" "I ran into you at the local cafe," Wes turned to smile at me. "We spend so much time there anyways. It seems fitting." "Okay," I nodded and started to mentally brainstorm more details. Knowing my family, they would juice us for all the details. "I bumped into you, spilled my coffee all over the place and you insisted on buying me another one."