SpeedingSonic

It's 8:00 now, and Christopher should be coming around this time. I mean, 50% of me wants to see him, the other half, not so much. Suddenly, that doorbell rang. I heard my mom rush to the door, her heels stomping onto the floor, and the door was open. I couldn't actually hear what was said downstairs, so I crept quietly down the staircase, and walked to the kitchen where they were. Christopher was sitting at the table, texting on his iPhone. I just stared at him awkwardly. I cleared my throat, and he noticed me standing in the archway dividing the living room and the kitchen. "Oh, hey." He said, walked over to me and kissed me. "Hey..."

  Samantha's POV -- "I'm falling in love with you." kept repeating in my head after I heard it. Christopher may be the one for me. *Later* "Did you have fun?" My mom asked me, as soon as I walked through the door. "Yes." "Did you two kiss?" That's one thing I didn't want her to ask me. "Umm, no." I lied. "Come on, Samantha, I know you did..." She really wanted me to give in, did she? "Okay, you caught me. He kissed me first and I kissed him back." "I knew you two were going to be together!" "He didn't ask me to be his girlfriend yet, mom. He only said he was falling in love with me." She looked like she was about to burst with happ

 8:25 PM "You'll see. You're going to love it." were the last words I just heard, before we arrived at a restaurant, filled with people wearing elegant outfits that you can imagine. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when Christopher said something. "You coming?" "Umm, yeah, I'm coming." I stuttered, nervously. He took my hand and walked toward the entrance door to the restaurant, which were made of silver glass. As we entered through the glass door, the place was crowded with people dancing, getting intoxicated, and other things you probably don't want to find out. Christopher let go of my hand to walk to the brown podium where you'l

Samantha's POV 7:30 PM "Mom, can you please tell him to not come over?" I pleaded to my mom. "No, I can't, honey. I don't want you to be single your whole life! This is a great opportunity for you," She placed her hands on my shoulders. "It's for your own good. Now go put on something nice, you want yourself to look presentable." I walked upstairs, looking quite disappointed. I already told Ariana I wasn't ready to meet Christopher, and now my mom is letting him come over and meet me. This is my worst nightmare. I rummaged through my closet looking for something to wear. After a while, I finally found a blue and white maxi dress. It had sma

I'm sorry it's been a while since I last updated. Here's chapter 3! Samantha's POV 6:45 PM -- That question Ariana asked me roamed my mind even more. More than ever. (Note: I may be a little off -  track with the story. Please correct me if something's not right.) Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. Stupid interruptions. "Hello?" I said into the phone. "Hey! Where have you been all these years?" The voice blared out. "Umm, who is this?" I asked. "You don't remember me? It's Autumn, from middle school. We were best friends!" The voice told me. I thought for a quick second to remember who Autumn was. Then, there! "I re

Samantha's POV, 10:45 AM -- After my mom had told me a little bit about this man, I went to see for myself.  I saw she wasn't sitting by her computer anymore, so I went back to his dating profile. Here's what I saw: Name: Christopher James Ross Birthday: January 31st Looking for: a female partner with a kind personality, has a sense of humor, and loves having fun Lives: 12 Forest Street, Memphis, Tennessee "This is interesting." I said, as I scanned the page. He has a lot of requests for people who are interested in him. I searched for more information on him. His profile picture was left blank, so I didn't know what he looked like. Suddenly

There once was girl who lived in the city of Nashville, Tennessee. No one knew what her story was, how she lived, just normal things. But here's where you'll find out… Samantha Autumn Parker Wednesday, December 21, 1983 Brooklyn, NY -- December 1, 2013 Samantha's POV Hi, I'm Samantha. No one really knows who I am, what's my story, but you'll find all that out. I'm not married, nor have been. I don't have any kids, but I dream about having some one day. "Samantha, come down here!" My mother, Christina called. Yes, I still live with my mother. "Yes, mom?" I asked, walking downstairs to the kitchen. "I think I found a match for you!" She s