Hilarious How We Met Stories Novels & Stories

It had been exactly 24 hours since he had found Autumn in the meadow they met in years ago. She was still so beautiful. She looked older and like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. He could tell by the bags under her eyes that she wasn’t sleeping much. Her body was much more frail than he remembered. But she was still perfect to him and all he ever wanted.

LEVI I joked around with my friends, catching up on everything that had been happening in our lives since we all gathered months ago. Of course, they didn't leave out the marriage stuff. They made me explain how I met her and of course, I didn't fail to narrate the story Delia told my family at the first dinner. It wasn't entirely a lie. We did meet on the first day of college when she got into trouble with some rough-looking men because of her big mouth.

she said. "Ok" I replied. "You haven't tell me where you guys met"she said "We met in the club the day you got employed and we went to celebrate. You were drunk already and you were speaking gibberish. So James came to meet me and we danced together" I said. "So what happened me?" She asked and I widened my eyes.

"It's tricky," "Oh tell me, I never really heard how you guys met and I would like to hear it," "Well, we met at my ex's tattoo shop," "Ex's tattoo shop... She got a tattoo?" "Yeah on her right hip," "Wow, that must have been what brought you guys to close in?" "No, not really, not until we met at a club and had a one-night stand," "What... you guys had a one-night stand?" "Yeah it's probably why we have great chemistry but I probably shouldn't be telling you that... anyways are you okay with it?"

Needless to say, it is never a dull day in my life, and I never run out of stories to tell at parties. So, it was almost expected that I wouldn’t meet my mate the normal way. Most people meet their mates at a party or a café, they lock eyes from across a room, they go to the same park one day. You get the picture—there are hundreds of normal ways to meet a mate. Of course, I’m the one that meets my mate at my father’s murder scene, my mate being the number one and only suspect. If it weren’t so disturbing, I’d laugh about it. The Moon Goddess clearly has a sick sense of humor.

"Everything's perfect." We spent the next few hours sitting around talking and exchanging stories. Because of how much Harold's mom hated me at first I didn't hear too many stories about Harold as a kid. So as we sat around I heard story after story about Harold and his siblings as little kids. Hilarious moments of Harold getting hit in the face with a football when he was 10. A story very similar to how we met and it made the two of us exchange grins. I heard stories of how Harold tried to get his first girlfriend but failed when he tripped and stuck an ice cream directly in the girls face. This was exactly what I wanted. Sitting around his with family telling stories and laughing at bad me

After a minute, she leaned back in her chair, twirling her mug between her hands. “So… about Kai,” she started, voice light, like she was testing the waters. I looked up, curious despite myself. She smiled. A real one, small but warm. “You asked how we met.” I nodded, taking a sip of tea. “It was actually kind of ridiculous,” she said, laughing under her breath. “I was at that little coffee shop on Third, the one with the terrible Wi-Fi, and I spilled my entire iced latte all over his shoes. Like, full-on disaster. I thought he was going to be pissed, but he just looked down, laughed, and said, ‘Well, now you owe me a new pair… or at least your number.’”

She was asking for so many answer . " so ... I met you in a club at LA .. you were with your friend ... you were full of energy and dancing crazily .... you caught my interest there itself ... it was love in first sight .... I approached you and snapped the guy who was trying to misbehave with you ... you were quite drunk .... you were upset for breakup with your boyfriend ... we spent quality time together and I dropped you home ...this is all it was " he said narrating her the whole incident like a novel's story . He chosed to mouth her the truth . After all this is how they met the first time .

“Well, here’s to lucky love and to you two finding each other in that little café.” We all clinked our glasses together, the sound of the toast ringing softly through the room. As we resumed our meal, the story of how we met hung in the air like a cherished memory, but a pang of sadness engulfed my entire being. This was all a lie, none of it was true. We met at a bar, there was nothing romantic about it, if anything it had all been part of a strategic plan.