Okay, so you know that one song by that one guy? It’s like “Angel… something… something… sure.” Like that? Alright, so I’m officially the worst narrator that ever lived, but do you see another narrator around? No, so shut up! Anyways, my life was totally like that. Er, not my life, but this one time in my life. Ugh, let me start over.

My name is Millie Anne Jones. This is the story of my…well I can’t even say life…so LOVE life. This is the story of my love life. It all began one afternoon…

“I’m not going.” Jason said as he crossed his arms across his chest. He had a stern look on his face and his mind was set, but if only he knew who he was dealing with.

“What is it now, Jase?” she dragged as she piled boxes next to a refrigerator. Running a restaurant isn’t as easy as it sounds.

“All I do is work, go to school, and play baseball.” He whined as he followed her out the door to the truck to get more boxes. Heaven forbid that he actually help his mother carry the boxes into the kitchen.

“Stop complaining and get ready.” She said as she grabbed three more boxes and started back into the restaurant.

“Where are my cleats? I bet she left them at home.” He followed her back into the kitchen, waving his hands like an idiot.

Cue me. “What did I forget?” She asked as she walked in after them. She was carrying shoes, a bat bag, and her car keys in her hands.

“Millie.” Her mother said as she kissed her forehead. “I need you to take Jase to practice.” She didn’t pause for long before she stared unloading the boxes full of bread into the cabinets.

“What? I thought all I had to do was bring him his crap.” She threw the shoes and the bag to the floor. “And there it is.” She pointed to the things on the floor. The kitchen around them was buzzing with life. All of the chefs were working around them, but no one was really bothered by each other’s existence.

Jason picked up the bag and made his way to the door. “I’ll be right back.” He said even though no one was listening. He left out into the dining room which was empty because the restaurant was closed.

“Mom, I have plans.” Millie whined. “I was going to go play pool with Eric!” she followed her mother around the kitchen as she did mindless activities to prepare for dinner.

“Where is Eric by the way?” she piled some pans into the sink and turned the water on. Just then, Jason returned back into the room but he was in shorts and a t-shirt. He was carrying the bat bag and his cleats.

“Waiting for me to come play pool with him.” She said exasperatedly.

“You’re taking your brother to practice and that’s final. You can go out later.” She stopped and put her hands on her hips. It was an amazing sight just to see her stand still for two seconds, but Millie didn’t want to see the look on her face. She was stubborn and her word was final.

“Fine, c’mon dickweed, get in the car.” She pushed her brother towards the door and followed him out, even though he was three inches taller than she is. “Why don’t you just get a freaking license already?”

“I tired, and I failed, miserably…three times.” He walked to the car and threw his bags in the back of the Suburban.

“It’s not my fault you’re an idiot. I shouldn’t have to suffer for your lack of intelligence.” She got into the drivers seat and closed the door. She turned the car on and pulled out of the driveway. A few minutes later, minutes filled with hard rock music and loud off-key singing, she pulled into the driveway of the high school. “Get out.” She rested her elbow on the car door and her head on her hand as she motioned with her other hand for Jason to get out of the car.

“Walk me over.” He opened the door and got out before he retrieved his bag from the seat next to him.

“Aw, do you need a babysitter now? What are you, four?” she laughed as she turned the car on again. “Get out.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. If I was four that would make you four, so ha! Mom needs you to get a check or something. She needs you to sign it. C’mon!” he slammed the door. Millie reluctantly turned the car off, got out, and followed Jason to the baseball field. She walked up to the coach and stared at him with a blank face.

“Ah, Ms. Jones, I assume you are here to sign the check.” The man said. He had a baseball cap on and was obnoxiously chewing on a stick of bubble gum. His graying brown hair only showed from under the cap and his brown eyes glistened under the sun.

“Yeah, whatever, where is it?” she asked uninterested in what the man was talking about. She was more concerned with the fact that it was a million degrees out, the sun was beating down on her blonde head, and she probably looked like crap…and the group of guys that were just a few yards away.

“I still have to fill it out. Just give me a minute.” He turned and walked over to the bench where a checkbook was sitting. While he fiddled with the things over there, Millie turned her attention to the guys on the field next to her.

Her face contorted in a cringe when her brother walked up next to her. “All I ever do is work and go to school and play baseball…” she tuned out to her brothers ramblings when she noticed that he wasn’t rambling to her but the guy in front of her. She took a step back so that she was behind her brother and that he couldn’t see that she was mimicking him with her hands.

The boy in front of them laughed. “Excuses, excuses.” He said as he looked at Millie.

Millie smiled behind her brother as he walked away from the two of them. “You’re a busboy. How much work could you possibly do?!” She shouted to Jason who was walking out onto the field with the rest of the team.

“I work at subway.” The mystery boy said. Millie wasn’t really concentrating on what he was saying, but rather how hot he was. He had brown hair that came down to his ears and was pressed straight by the baseball cap on his head. He was tall, like six feet, and muscular; built like an athlete.

“Oh, the one on Ocean?”

“No, Twenty-First Street.”

“Nice.” She smiled as she looked at him. They turned and started walking in the direction of the gate that led onto the baseball field. “Do you live down that way?”

He didn’t hear the question, unfortunately, but instead had to join the team on the field. Millie reluctantly turned away from the guys and over to the coach who had now gotten the check ready.

“Here you go.” He said as he handed her the small slip of paper. He then turned and joined the guys on the field.

Millie tucked the check into her back pocket before turning and returning to the car.

Shit, shit, shit! I forgot to tell you…well, everything. Okay, so I told you my name is Millie. I am sixteen years old and I’m about five foot seven. I have long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. My brother, Jason, is my twin. He, however, is five foot ten. He has blonde hair and blue eyes as well. We look a lot alike and if it weren’t for the fact that he’s three inches taller than me and he is a guy, we could be identical twins.

My mother, Georgia, owns a local restaurant and she runs it during the day. That is why I have to drive my stupid brother everywhere. For some reason, I inherited the brains and he inherited the athleticism. It’s not fair. Why couldn’t we have split it?

Anyways, Eric, as I mentioned earlier, is my friend. Actually, he’s my best friend. He works for my mom at her restaurant. He’s really sweet, but things have sort of been getting weird between us. I think he likes me as more than just a friend, but I just don’t feel the same way. Well, anyways, that doesn’t matter. On with my story, now, where were we…oh yah, I was just about to pick Jason up from practice.

Millie parked the car and got back out into the scorching day and made her way back to the baseball field. She immediately noticed the mystery boy from before. He was up to bat and he noticed her, too. He looked at her and smiled, and just as he did he swung the bat and…missed. She smiled and rolled her eyes as she sat down in the bleachers.

He kept glancing her way as he kept swinging and kept…missing. She got up and walked over to where her brother was leaning against the chain link fence. "Is he a bad player?" she asked as she rested her arms on the fence next to her brother.

“No, he’s supposed to be some amazing all-star. He’s probably just having an off day.” Millie never looked at her brother, but instead kept her eyes on the hot guy who was trying to hit a ball. Her brother looked from her face to his and noticed that they were looking at each other. He smiled, “Or maybe he’s just distracted.” He said in a taunting voice.

She tore her gaze from the mystery boy’s and looked at her brother. “What are you implying?”

“Brandon.” He said simply.

“What?” she asked getting very annoyed with her brother.

“His name is Brandon. He’s obviously into you, and you are obviously into him.” He stressed the last part because he knew his sister.

She smacked his left arm that was closest to her. “It’s none of your concern whether we are into each other or not. You're just a looser who is jealous because he’s to pathetic to get his own girlfriend.”

“Hey, I could get any girl I wanted.” He said as he got off the fence and turned to face her. He glared at her.

“Oh really?” She shifted so that she was facing him as well; a devilish smile lit her face. “Jenna.” She said mockingly.

“Who?”

“Jenna, Eric’s sister. Get a date with her before next weekend, and I’ll…” she trailed off as she tried to think of a reasonable compensation.

“You’ll give me fifty bucks.” He finished the last part of the sentence for her with a smirk.

“Deal, and when you can’t, you give me fifty.” She smiled, obviously confident that she was going to win.

“Deal.” They shook hands and started the bet. Just then, Brandon smacked the ball and it flew out of the park. She smiled and clapped excitedly as he flew around the bases. He made it home and picked up his bat as he cockily trotted over to where they were standing. “Nice hit.” She smiled.

“Thanks.” He smiled and winked as he walked past and over to where his bag was lying next to the fence.

Millie walked over to where he was packing up his things. “Hey.” She smiled.

He looked up and smiled back. His perfect white teeth glistened in the sun. “Hey.”

“That was pretty amazing.” She said, not trying to sound like a total bimbo.

“Thanks.” He zipped his bag and walked over to where she was standing at the fence. “I’m Brandon.”

He held out his hand and she shook it while smiling and saying, “Millie.”

“Well, I’ve got to go. I’ll catch you later.” He smiled before picking up his bag and walking away.

Alright, so that was my first encounter with Brandon. My next one was a little less likely and a little more coincidential. Well, I guess it’s not really that farfetched. We do go to the same school and it was a party hosted by a kid at our school so it wasn’t that strange that we were both there. Maybe it was meant to happen.

Millie showed up at the party and walked in. Everyone was drinking and the music was blaring so loud that she knew she would probably be hearing a ringing in her ears for the next few days. The room was poorly lit like most parties and the house was massively over-packed with drunken students.

She had wheedled her way to the kitchen and found herself a drink when she noticed a certain twin standing with a certain best friend’s sister on his arm. She walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey.” She shouted through the blaring music.

“Hey, guess what?!” he screamed back.

“What?”

“You owe me fifty bucks.” He motioned to the red-headed girl standing next to him. She couldn’t hear or even if she could she probably wouldn’t remember because she was already smashed.

Millie shook her head. “No, I don’t. The deal was for last weekend, not this weekend. You owe me fifty bucks.”

“Damn it!” he screamed as he realized his error. Millie just smirked before making her way back into the living room from whence she came. She then noticed Brandon sitting on the couch looking mightily uncomfortable between two couples play tonsil-hockey. She walked over, took his hand, and pulled him off the couch to dance.

“Dance with me?” she smiled as the moved into the center of the floor.

“Love to.” They started dancing and after a few songs, a slow song came on. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her waist. He lowered his head to whisper in her ear. “Would you like to hang out sometime?”

“Sure, that would be nice.” she smiled.

“Great.” He smiled as he kissed her on the cheek. She felt her cheeks flush when she felt his lips touch her face.

I saw an angel, of that I’m sure.

You’re beautiful.

You’re beautiful.

You’re beautiful, it’s true.

I saw your face, in crowded place.

And I don’t know what to do.

Cause I’ll… hey, I’ll always be with you.

Okay, so that’s how I met Brandon Fisher, the man of my dreams. Apparently chivalry isn’t dead because he is always doing things like opening the door for me, buying me flowers, and telling me that I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. It’s really quite romantic and sweet. Now, I’ve got to go. I just heard his corvette pull into the driveway. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, he’s not only the sexiest thing that walked the face of the earth, but he’s filthy rich. Aren’t I just the luckiest girl in the world? Yeah, I though so ; )

Author’s Note: You’re Beautiful by James Blunt...don't own it.