I Meet Someone Novels & Stories

"How would I even meet them?" "We have a website, and the guys pick their dates by your profiles. You'll need to make one." "I don't know." A little hesitant, I take another sip from the bottle, feeling the alcohol starting to fuck with my head. "You'll make a shit ton of money, you'll get to see new places, and you’ll meet all kinds of people. It might be just what you need to move past whatever you're dealing with." Hearing him say that, makes my eyes light up, and I flash him a smile, now knowing my answer.

The blazing midday sun shone relentlessly on hikers. Kate peered through the windows as she smiled. She couldn’t believe her dream was coming true; it seemed like the universe was finally on her side. She whooped, imagining herself walking down the aisle with the love of her life. It’s been a long journey, but now all she's dreamed of is becoming reality. "I’m getting married tomorrow," she announced, staring at the mirror to catch the reflection of the joy she must be feeling from her childhood. She has always dreamed of marrying someone as handsome as Jackson.

I had no idea I was there to meet the most unexcepted person. (Guys take a guess who might be the person? Any guesses? Do drop your comment. )

It was finally time. “I welcome you all today at this party. Thanks for your precious time. Today, however isn’t just a reunion party but in fact, a very special day for me.” I heard his every single word tentatively. “Let’s not get you bored and get things a little spicy. But an intro is important. Today is the date and month when I met someone very special. I didn’t realise that the person I am meeting right now would become such a beloved one for me.”

I took a sip of the punch just to flush the funny taste in my mouth. Everybody knew who I was which wasn’t surprising at all. One guy bumped into me and immediately asked why am I not with Rachel and I had to quickly reply that she’s in the crowd somewhere. I tried interacting with all the people that are invited, most of them know me but I don’t know them. I quickly had to adjust to this phase where I have to act like I know everybody when in reality I don’t. It’s only been two months since the semester began and I haven’t really met everybody at school. I do recognize them by their faces but I don’t even have any idea what their names are.

Those that greet me are shy, and I believe they are a little intimidated. “You’re Kassandra Ympress? The Ympress Incorporation’s heiress? Nice to meet you!” I simply smiled at the people who approached and greeted me. Shake hands with anyone who requests it. We were already drinking and feeling the vibe from the loud sound system when our drinks arrived. Because I’m not always at the bar, many individuals approach me and introduce themselves. I’m also not used to socializing. Unless it’s the business we’re talking about. Dad frequently takes me to business gatherings so that I could meet future business associates with whom I can collaborate.

Confused, I questioned, "But how? You're friends with everyone here." She corrected me, saying, "Wrong! I may know people, but I don't have a single true friend. When we met and you called me Maria with a genuine and friendly smile, I didn't feel the need to correct you. It felt refreshing because, in the entire office, everyone already knows me and it finally felt like meeting a stranger who genuinely cared about talking to me. I felt nice, warm, and welcomed by your gesture."

It was bothering me that the mysterious stranger seemed familiar. All too familiar to be exact. But who was he? And why do I feel like I should know him? Was he someone important? How did we even meet? More importantly, where did we meet? He didn’t look like he was someone from here either. So, who was he? My mind was suffering with all these questions which I knew I would never get answered unless I talked to the person directly. I mentally sighed. “Someone seemed to have an admirer,” Claude nudged me by the shoulders. I found the three of them giggling.

He looked a year or two younger than me with his clean-shaven skin and tousled 'boy-band' hair. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" I asked, slightly confused and uncomfortable at the sudden appearance of this mystery man. "No." He grinned. "But you're about to. The name's Hunt. Dylan Hunt." A thought crossed my mind for a fleeting second and I frowned, disappointed in myself for getting distracted. "Nice to meet you, Dylan. I'm sorry I have to cut this short-" no I'm not "-but I have to look for someone." I turned on my heel to walk away only to be grabbed by the arm.

Occasionally Aiys notices Juna, who is still calm in driving. I'm still trying. Trying to open, Opening a new Eid Enough, me and you Without him!