Love was not something that visited Dom Forrest often.

In fact, if he were to try and call it up right now it would probably just hang up the phone on him. It wasn't his fault he didn't put any effort into it. Or, maybe it was, but who knows the truth? Love is a fickle thing.

To prove that Dom could show you a portfolio of all his ex-girlfriends just to show you how unlovable they could be. Gosh, forget the one week anniversary its like the end of the whole friggin world.

But no, Love had decided to rekindle it's relationship in the form of the girl who moved in across the hall. She was lovely, she was suave, and most of all she bought him coffee on the worst day of his life.

Yes folks, it was the angle hippie girl.

It turns out that her name was Peach. Funny right? Man she smelled nice, in a organic non- stalker type way.

The day he came home to a coffee soaked apartment he was devastated, but next door Peach was moving in, and came over to help clean up.

She was nice. She showered often. She played video games, AND liked all the movies he liked.

It was like God made her especially for him, and Bhudda decide to chip in and make her extra awesome. Everyday had been like the first day they met, and by that it means she brought him coffee every morning, which was accompanied by a dazzling white smile.

She was the angel hippie lady, and he was the distraught artist in need of severe intervention from the unusually cold and cruel universe.

It was a match made in heaven. If they ever had babies they would be a crossbreed between hippie all-natural babies, and super artsy genius babies.

It was a match made in the ovens of heaven. Ah yes. Peach was the best girl ever.

A/N: Ok, a bit shorter, but just another sampler. Again of course don't expect much.