Cliche

•Prologue•

I was walking on the boardwalk when it happened. The cliche. Well the cliche was more a series of events, but this was what set it all off. Anyway, I was walking on the boardwalk. I was looking at my feet, not really watching where I was going when suddenly my feet were in the air and my back was on the ground.

"Oh" I groaned. "This is new."

"I am so sorry! I was walking really fast and I wasn't paying attention and I - I - well I'm just really sorry." I looked up in an attempt to find the source of the rambling, only to be met with a pair of big brown doe eyes. They were the kind of brown that just felt deep, like I could fall into them. Above those eyes was a meticulously messy mop of sandy brown hair. Below was a round nose and perfectly sculpted lips.

"Uh..." My brain seemed to be malfunctioning. That's fun. Definitely the most appropriate response to meeting a cute boy. It's so weird that I don't have a boyfriend. I can't imagine why that is.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked, extending a hand to help me up. As I stood up, I found myself stuck staring into his eyes.

"Uh, yeah"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be out right now" he said sheepishly. That's kinda sketch but okay.

"Why?"

"It's midday and there's people everywhere and someone's going to see me and this is going to be a nightmare" he started to ramble again. It was kind of cute actually.

"As much as I'd love to continue listening to you ramble, I have no idea what you're talking about" I said. He looked about as confused as I felt.

"Wait" he started "you don't know who I am?" he said slowly.

"No" I said, matching his tone. "Should I?"

"Oh uh no I just - um - I thought I recognized you from somewhere" he said.

"Ok" I said hesitantly. "I should get going. Nice meeting you" I started to walk away, eager to get away from the awkward moment of the day.

"Wait!"

"Yeah?" I said.

"Let me give you my number" he said, pulling a card out of his wallet. "Give me a call sometime?" He said it as more of a nervous question than anything. The card had nothing but a string of numbers in neat black font. Ominous. That's always a good sign.

"Um oka-" I stopped short when I looked up and he was gone. Well that was weird.

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A/N: Okay so I'm starting another story just because I feel like I'm a lot more into this story than the others, so I'll probably end up getting rid of those to focus more on this one.

I probably won't be able to update regularly because both my schedule and my motivation are sporadic.

Let me know what you think! Is it good? Is it bad? Should I continue? What do you like about it? What do you dislike about it? Your feedback is very important to me! Thank you for reading!

P.S. I know this is really short but I honestly didn't know where else to go from here and I thought it was a good stopping point. I think it's a good way to give a taste of the story and see if it works