Phoebe Anderson was walking home from the library with a stack of books in her arms until someone, rather large, walked straight into her causing her to fall back and drop her thick and heavy history books.
“Oh great! Damn it…” Phoebe muttered under her breath not even bothering to look up and see who had crashed into her so abruptly.
“Oh sorry!” An apologetic but hurried voice came from above, “Here, let me help you.” The voice continued and the stranger bent down to help her gather her books, accidentally bumping his head into hers while doing so.
“Ouch!” They both cried out in unison. They looked at each other and let out a small laugh.
“I’m sorry. I’m Nick.” He stuck out his hand to receive a handshake.
“I’m Phoebe.” Phoebe shook his hand. She gazed at him dreamily, shocked to meet someone so good-looking, he was busily gathering Phoebe’s books for her. “He’s so good-looking… where have I seen him before? He looks so familiar… He looks a lot like Nick Carter but I doubt that it would be him… why would I be so lucky?” Phoebe thought still staring at Nick.
Nick could feel Phoebe’s gaze on him. “Maybe she knows who I am?” He asked himself nervously. Finally, he looked up catching Phoebe’s eye. She blushed and looked away, embarrassed. He stood up, so did Phoebe.
“Here are your books.” Nick shoved them into her arms and checked his watch, “Shit! I’m late, gotta run. See ya Phoebe!” Phoebe watched Nick run off until she could see him no more. His blonde hair flipped up and down like a kangaroo.
“See ya?” Phoebe repeated, “I don’t even know who he is! It’s not like he knows me either. He’s cute but too old for my taste.” She scrunched her nose up and let out a huge sigh, “But then again, I’m so ugly that I don’t think that it’s my choice.” Phoebe looked depressed. “I wish I was prettier…”