Finding My Happy Ever After

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: June 17, 2011

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Finding My Happy Ever After

I glanced around the park, smiling. Spring was happening all around me and I absolutely loved it. Flowers were blooming making it smell like a perfume shop, adorable couple (old and young) walked hand in hand; everything was green and full of life. Then there was me.

Single, alone, boring little ol' me.

"Oh God, I'm pathetic," I muttered to myself, crunching on the pretzel I had just bought from a passing vendor. Slumping onto a bench, I started to examine the Happy-Ever-Afters. I don't know why I call the couples here that but I do. They all seemed just so....happy, like nothing could ever affect them. They looked like they had had their happy ever after.

Suddenly a man sat down on the same, looking as depressed as me.

"Bad day?" I asked. God, I was so lonely I was talking to a total stranger.

He looked at me, as if noticing me for the first time and nodded.

"Why are all of these people so disgustingly happy?" he sighed, running his hand through his light blonde hair.

"Join the club, bub," I muttered, handing him half of my pretzel. He took it and started nibbling on it.

"Wait," I said, pointing over to a slightly younger man who was pacing anxiously in circles, "There. I guess not everybody's life is perfect."

But of course I was wrong. A very pretty young lady walked to him, wearing a fitting floral printed dress. We watched as they talked, then sat down on the base of the fountain. Then, he kneeled down and pulled out a box. He was proposing. And she said, actually screamed yes, so everybody in the whole park could hear her.

"Then again, I could be wrong. Maybe it's just us," I admitted.

The man and I sighed at the exact same time and slumped even farther down. We both looked at each other. A sheepish laugh escaped as I realized what we were doing.

"I think we're going to need another pretzel," he said, grinning.

"You're buying," I grinned back.

"Okay," he said, standing up and walked to a vendor. Damn, he was pretty good lookin', I noticed.

He was pretty tall, at least six feet; I liked tall guys. His blonde hair and green eyes complemented each other. He wore a black and white business suit outlining his lean build.

He came back holding two cups of coffee and two hot pretzels.

"I hope you like your coffee black," he smiled, andI nodded.

"Thanks," I smiled back. He was likeable, I'll give him that.

"Oh," he pointed,"What about that one?" A young couple were obviously fighting and they looked ready to kill each other. You could tell they were teenagers by their dress. It soon became quieter after a few minutes and the couple started kissing passionately. I looked back at the guy and shook my head,.

"Yeah, they really look miserable,' I sacrastically spoke. He shrugged his shoulders a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and we started inspecting the rest of the tract again.

"Well, at least I'm not the only single woman here," I smiled, as a woman dressed in a white skirt suit sat down a few benches away from us.

Abruptly, another woman came to her and they started making out. My cheeks burned from embarrasmenr asI immeaditly looked away. Great even-

The man sitting next to mesudenly burst out laughing, making no effort to stop. He childishly pointed out my flaming cheeks.

"Would you shut up?" I whispered furiously, as people started stare. he finally stopped, wiping away tears.

"James Muller," he stated stiking out a hand.

"Oh," I didn't realize we hadn't introduced ourselves, "Jaina Taylor."

"I think this is the start to a beautiful freindship," he smiled, sipping his coffee.

I had a feeling he was right.

6 months of eating pretzels, sipping coffee and a dozen dates later.....

Smiling, I scanned the park until I found James sitting at 'our' bench, the one we had met on. Walking over, I was pleased as he stood up for me. James was always a gentleman and I absolutely loved it.

"Morning," he lazily smiled, kissing my cheek.

"Hi," I smiled back.

We sat down now; James wrapped his arm around me. I smoothed the skirt of my black dress and leaned back.

"So, why did you want to meet here?" I asked.

His smile got suspiciously bigger and I was immediately curious.

"What?" I questioned, arching a brow.

He suddenly knelt before me, puling out a small red velvet box. Gasping, my hands flew to my mouth. The last six months had been heaven, but was he actually-

"Jaina Emily Taylor, will you be my happy ever after?" he asked, with a grin.


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