Title: Unexpected Love
Author: Me, Myself, And I.
Summary: Chapter 1 in a romantic fanfic about Paul and a fictional female.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. Did not happen.
“No Juliette. You already had candy today. And we have some at home.” I said, trying to stand my ground.
“I WANT CANDY!!!” Juliette screamed. People turned and stared.
“No Juliette! Now hush, or you won’t have candy for a week.” I said firmly and tried to pull her away from the candy. She only screamed loudly.
Unfortunately, I was all too used to these tantrums, so I knew to just let her scream and eventually she would get tired. I pushed our grocery cart to a self check out register and started to bag my groceries while Juliette just sat and cried in the cart. Ignoring her, I paid, and tried to quickly walk out. It didn’t quite work out that way. Juliette took one of the bags (a light one) and threw it on the ground.
“Juliette Rain Marks!” I yelled, humiliated, as everyone in the store stared.
“Want some help?” I heard a voice behind me ask. I turned around to see a really attractive man standing behind me, with a sympathetic look on his face. He had spiked blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes. He was what I like to call “fluffy” and wearing baggy shorts and a Pixies t-shirt.
“That’d be great.” I said gratefully. He picked up the bag Juliette threw (which, incidentally had candy in it) and put it back in the cart. He then pushed the cart and followed me to my car as I carried Juliette who had screamed herself to sleep.
“That’s a handful of a sister you have there. How old is she?” He asked as we stopped by my beaten up old car.
“Um, she’s two, and she’s not my sister. She’s my daughter.” I said, not looking at him.
“Oh, I…umm, you just look young, ummm, yeah. Sorry.” He said, not looking at me either.
“Don’t worry about it.” I said, putting Juliette into her car seat. “Thanks for your help.”
“No problem. I’m Paul, by the way.” He extended his hand.
I shook it and replied, “Lacey.”
“What’s the little one’s name?”
“That’s a pretty name. She’s pretty too, just like her mother.” I blushed. “Hey Lacey, not to be too forward, but…what are you doing tonight?” I blushed even more.
“Um, I’m sorry. I have to work.” I said, embarrassed.
“Well, maybe I could come see you at work.” He said. This Paul did not back down easily.
“I’d rather you didn’t.” I said quickly. He looked hurt at my words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Um, here, I’ll give you my number. Call me, and we’ll work something out.” I said and scribbled my number on a piece of paper.
“I’ll call you.” He said, as I got into my car. I nodded, waved, and drove away.