When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E138

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E138

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 138

“Your eyes are like the ocean, and I think I’m lost at

sea,” I stated before I realized that her eyes are

chocolate brown. I also noticed that her eyelashes

were long; they brushed against her cheeks when

she blinked.

“My eyes are brown, moron,” she retorted.

“Can I take a picture of you? I want to show Santa

Claus exactly what I want for Christmas,” I leaned in

slightly. Why isn’t this working?

“Can I take a picture of you? I want to show the

police exactly who I’m filing a restraining order

against,” she was obviously annoyed. I noticed how

one of her eyes closed a bit when she was annoyed.

Normally, it’d give off a psycho look but she pulled it

off…just like her wild hair.

“How was Heaven when you left it?” I continued.

“When I left, I didn’t have any proof that God had a

sense of humor, now I’ve found it,” she easily

replied. How does she know these pick-up lines and

comebacks?

“Don’t you need a license to be that hot?” I

maintained eye contact as one of her eyes twitched. I

was scared she was going to hop out of her chair

and drop kick me.

“Don’t you need a license to be that ugly?” she spat. I

raised my eyebrows. Right to the ego.

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?” I replied,

ignoring her insult.

“No, but it hurt when I crawled up from Hell,” she

snapped viciously.

“Do you have a Band-Aid? I just scraped my knee

falling for you,” I smiled at her.

“No, but I have some salt,” she snorted. I wanted to

wince. That would hurt.

“Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because

you look magically delicious,” I winked at her and

she held back a laugh. I saw the way her lips quirked

slightly. Okay, I’m getting somewhere.

“No, I had a bowl of nails… without any milk.” Did

she just quote Spongebob?

“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?” I

leaned forward.

“Nothing, I can’t laugh and talk at the same time,” she

raised her eyebrows.

“Do you think it was fate that brought us together?” I

replied, blinking slowly as I stared into her eyes.

Instead of swooning, like Weston prepared me for,

she cut me off mid-pick-up line.

“Nope, it was just plain bad luck,” she casually

replied.

“If I was a stop light, I’d turn red every time you

passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer,” I

was running out of things to say! I ran my hand

through my hair worriedly.

“Red lights are the only things I run,” she leaned

forward slightly. She smelled like vanilla. I wanted to

bury my face in her hair and just inhale; I love the

smell of vanilla. I noticed her eyes wander to her

phone and she pursed her lips. She was late for

something.

“If you give me your number, I’ll leave,” I piped. She

narrowed her eyes at me.

“Fine,” she replied, ripping a sheet of paper out of her

notebook. She scribbled her phone number onto it.

“I’ll call you,” I replied, standing up and walking over

to Weston who was leaning casually against the wall

opposite to the counter, talking to Beverly with a

smirk on his face.

“Don’t count on me answering,” she called from

behind me.