POV: Miranda Lambert
I did a double take as I noticed the young woman nearby. I guessed her to be between 16 and 17. She had blonde hair, which looked exactly like mine though she wore it in a bun behind her instead of down like me. Her eyes were green, but her build and facial structure along with her hair color made her look exactly like I did when I was 16.
"It can't be," I muttered under my breath, "Actually. Yes it can."
17 years ago, when I was 17, I'd accidentally gotten pregnant with the child of a young man who was a year younger than me. Though we'd both wanted to keep the child due to our respective ages we'd decided it was best to give her up for adoption. Once I got older I'd tried to track her down, but I'd been unsuccessful. I decided I had to talk to this girl, and at least find out if she was my daughter.
POV: Jennifer Raymer
"Can I have a word with you please?"
The voice sounded really familiar but I couldn't quite place it. I turned around and saw none other than country singer Miranda Lambert approaching me.
"Miranda Lambert? Oh um...Hi," I said, flustered and shocked.
"Hi," she said with a smile playing across her lips, "Sorry to interrupt, if I am."
"You're not interrupting anything," I assured her, "What can I do for you?"
"Well, you reminded me of someone for a minute and then you looked nice so I figured I'd say hi.""To me?"
She nodded at my stupid question.
"Sorry that was a stupid question," I said awkwardly, "I just can't believe that you're here talking to me. I'm just such a big fan and for you to just approach me like this out of the blue I..."I didn't know why but the expression on her face reminded me of myself.
"Look I'm sorry to freak out like this," I said.
"You're alright," she said with a smile, "I know it's surprising, for me to just approach you randomly like this. Can I ask you something kind of weird and personal?"I nodded nervously.
"Do you want to keep in touch? If you want I'll give you my cell number," she said.
"I'd love that," I said, trying not to squeal.
Not only had I just met and had a conversation with my favorite singer and personal hero, she was offering to give me her cell phone number.
"Ok, can I see your phone?"
I nodded, handing it over. She programmed it in.
"Umm, have a nice day I should go," Miranda said.
"Ok you too, bye."
She walked away and I stared after her.
"What the hell just happened?"
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Shock
General FictionA young woman is reunited with her biological mother after many years. Can they grow close, or will they hate each other?