A Real Life Romance (standard:romance, 2133 words)
Author: ladydy	Added: Oct 25 2006	Views/Reads: 3483/2273	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a story about a normal every day woman and what she goes through the first time she meets her Prince.

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 While Angel, Lisa and around 50 kids were laughing and pointing at me, 
he was trying to get his foot out from under my face without falling on 
top of me.  Yep, you guessed it, I landed on his foot.  So as he helps 
to lug me to my feet (remember the double digits--) I am not only about 
the shade of a red apple, but I have the imprint of the top of a 
Sketcher in my face.  That is the first time I saw him.  He is around 
six feet tall.  He had brown wavy hair and big blue eyes.  Well maybe 
they seemed big because of the way he was looking at me after I landed 
on his foot.  Anyway, he was probably the cutest guy I had seen in a 
long time.  Even if his hair was a bit long, his shirt was wrinkled and 
he had a tear in the knee of his jeans. 

Of course he asked me if I was ok, and I mumbled something about being
fine.  Angel took that moment to announce to him that I should be fine, 
that me falling on my face is a very common occurrence for me.  Of 
course she smiled, stepped in front of me and held out her hand as she 
said, “Hi, I'm Angel.”  Lisa is at my side, holding my arm and looking 
for blood.  I am looking at the floor and wishing the ground will 
swallow me up.  He shook Angel's hand and told her his name was Greg.  
He asked her if she thought I was ok, and she said, “It would take a 
bigger fall than that to send Bella to the hospital.”  I just kept 
walking forward and did not look back.  All I wanted to do was get out 
of the mall and away from the laughing.  Greg asked me again, “Are you 
sure you are ok.”  I told him-in these exact words-“I'm fine, I hope I 
did not hurt your shoes.”  Then I just kept walking toward the exit as 
he laughed at that comment.  When I got outside, I hit my forehead with 
my hand (big mistake, still had the imprint of the shoe there and it 
kind of hurt) and said to anyone who was listening, “I hope your shoe 
is ok---well that made me look like the mature, intelligent woman I 
am”. 

In the car all Angel could talk about is how handsome Greg was, how
sweet he was to be concerned about me, yada yada yada.  I was just glad 
I would never see him again!!  At least I thought I would never see him 
again. 

A little over a week later, I was doing the weekly grocery shopping with
the princess.  Of course I had forgotten something, so as I walked 
backward to the isle I needed I was telling her to stay in line with 
the buggy.  I noticed her eyes get real big and she yelled, “MOM, look 
out!”  Of course it was to late.  All double digit of me hit something, 
or should I say someone, at full backward speed.  Not only that, but I 
could feel something very cold running down my back.  As I looked over 
my shoulder I was saying to myself, “please don't be some old person 
that I have just knocked over and caused them to break a hip.”  No, 
that would not be my luck, my luck is that it was the “Prince”.  Not 
only had I ran into him, I had pushed the cup he was drinking out of 
into his face, thus explaining the cold sensation going all down my 
back.  Could it have been water----of course not, it was a chocolate 
milk shake. 

There I stood, in a off white skirt and pink sweater from work that is
now covered in chocolate milkshake all down the back of it.  There he 
stood, in khaki pants, a light blue button down, and a large chocolate 
blob on the front it and chocolate running down his chin.  His eyes are 
closed and I can see him mouthing 1—2—3—4—Well I wonder if I can duck 
down one of the isles before he opens his eyes when the Princess comes 
running over with our buggy yelling, “Mom, you have just ruined Mr. 
Brown's clothes.  Now I will never pass English.”  My first thought is, 
“of course, the princess is worried about herself, not the two people 
that have just collided with each other.”  Then my second thought is, 
“Wait, isn't Mr. Brown the old man who tells corny jokes that the kids 
all laugh at because they feel sorry for him---“ 

Well at hearing the princess's cry, Mr. Brown opens his eyes and I can
not tell if he is going to hit me or scream at me.   He looks from me 
to the princess and then back to me.  Then he starts to laugh.  Well 
this makes the princess laugh, and that makes me laugh.  The manager of 
the grocery store comes up to us and ask if we are ok, and none of us 
can answer him.  When we finally get calmed down enough to answer him, 
he is almost to the point of throwing the three of us out of the store 
for causing a scene.  Mr. Brown first tells the Manager that we are 
fine, then apologizes for the mess.  Then he assures the princess that 
her English grade will not be effected by this incident. 

As he is wiping the chocolate milkshake from his chin with the sleeve of
his shirt, he says, “So Ms. Bella, we meet again.”  I start to 
apologize for ruining his clothes and he reminds me that mine look a 
lot worse than his do.  By this time I have completely forgotten 
anything but how blue his eyes are.  I stand there dumbly staring at 
them when the princess asked where I had met Mr. brown before.  Well, 
Mr. Brown explains to her our first encounter at the mall and this 
sends the princess into another fit of laughter.  I ask her what is so 
funny and she gives me one of them “mom please” eye rolls.  I offer to 
pay to have Mr. Brown's clothes cleaned, and he stops me in the middle. 


“First off, I am Gregg after 2:45 pm. and secondly this accident was as
much my fault as it was yours.  I was not looking where I was going.”  
I tell him again that I am sorry and try to get the princess to head 
back to the check out line.  Just when I turn my back to him, he asks, 
“Bella, would it be possible for me to see you again?”   I look over my 
shoulder and ask him if he is willing to take out an extra life 
insurance policy? Now here is the real dilemma.  YES I want to see him 
again---HELLO, HE IS GEORGOUS---, but why would he want to see me 
again?  If I do see him again, what will I do that time to make a fool 
out of myself?  Is it ok to have butterflies in my stomach over my 
daughter's English Teacher?  What do you think? 


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