Allright. Shit does kinda happen. In fact, It happens a LOT in my case. I have a knack of getting into shit, which I'm not even remotely involved with. And what happened on that Saturday afternoon, well, Make of it whatever you will after you're done with this.
I was on my way back from work when I had this sudden urge for a Virgin Mojito. I work as a an accountant for Reuters, but thats besides the point.
So I walk into KFC and the guy behind the counter flashes this 100MW smile and asks me for my order. When he realises that all I want is a goddamn Mojito, he's unable to hide his disappointment, but he takes the order and less than a minute after that, My Mojito and I are united.
So I'm walking out and as usual I dont notice that lousy sign which bears the legend "CAUTION: WET FLOOR." And the next few seconds just go all blurry.
It was as if time'd slowed down to let me know what an idiot I was. I slipped and the Mojito flew into the air. I dived, without a care in the world. It was my snitch, and i was its seeker. But even in my dreams, I've always sucked ass a seeker.
The Mojito clattered to the floor, its contents, spewing all across that filthy KFC ground. I scrambled to my feet cursing. But fate, lousy ol fate decided that things werent put to rest. Yet.
I heard a screech, and a SNAP! as i wheeled around just in time to see this girl crumple like a twig onto the staircase. The Reason: she slipped on my beloved Mojito.
Part of me wanted to bolt. The other part, the one which makes you do stupid things took over and over again, reared its ugly head again, scaring the former part away. I ran to her aid, and lifted her up to apologise, and thats the part, where my mind crashed.
What I was staring at, was probably the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my entire useless, boring life. Her skin was darkish brown, with a slight tinge of bronze to it. Her eyes were, hazel, even though I couldnt make out much, probably due to the fact that they were half closed cause she was screaming in pain. She had long dark hair, with a little fringe in front. And her lips.. Well. lets not go there.
And so there I was, staring at this god like thing in my arms, when reality struck.
I heard screaming, Lots and Lots of screaming. "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, MY BLOODY FOOT!!" was the first sentence I heard after my little daydream. "Holy shit I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry!" the words just came tumbling onto my lap."SCREW YOUR SORRY! GET ME TO A BLOODY HOSPITAL!", she screeched. By that time a little crowd'd gathered and were watching the whole scene with a lot of curiousity.
"oh allright. I'll take you there. Can you stand?" I said, timidly.
"I can, but it hurts so much!", she wailed.
"Allright, I'll carry you to my car, and I'll take you to the hospital, if you dont mind." And without a word, I lifted her in one swift motion and took her to the car. Surprisingly, she didnt protest.
Luckily for us, the hospital was only a few minutes away. I parked the car and asked for a nurse. two of them arrived promptly and brought a wheelchair along with them. They put the girl onto the chair and wheeled away, But before they did, She turned to me, smiled and said"Thanks."
"No problem.", I said trying not to blush.
"I'm Malvika by the way".
"Araan", I said not looking up.
"Cute name", she giggled and then grimaced when the pain brought her back to her senses.
"You better go. Lets not aggravate it shall we?"
"Haha. Allright. See you around, Araan", she smiled, and the nurses wheeled her away.
As I saw her go, I was pretty sure of two things a la twilight's back cover. One I was the one who was responsible for the girl's (mostly)broken foot, and the second, that I was head over heels in love with her.
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