This was inspired by a conversation between me and a friend. I'm a Brit and so British slang and spelling has been used, but I think it's all understandable. Except for maybe these terms:

Prick: A rather nice word for someone who's an idiot.

Shagging: Having sex.

I'm sorry if there is anything in my story that is unclear. If you bring it to my attention, I'll be more than willing to explain.

The book mentioned is Howl by Allen Ginsberg.

Opinions are welcomed, thanks.

Andy Blake looked up from Howl to see a man standing in front of her. It was him. Again. She noticed this time his slim black tie was loosened, his dress shirt wrinkled, but his infamous grin was yet again plastered on his rugged face.

"Y'know, some people call this stalking."

Miles shrugged and sat down next to her on the cold bench. "And some people would call this fate." He looked at her, his eyes gleaming. "Potatoe, potahto."

Andy rolled her eyes. Every day, without fail, Miles would sit next to her after work, intent on annoying her. "You're an idiot," she stated, returning to read her book.

"And you're a bitch, but I like the challenge."

Andy lowered her book, her eyebrow raised. "Insulting people won't help you make friends."

Miles shook his head, his grin widening. "Who said anything about making friends?" He leaned back against the bench and crossed his legs at the ankle. "I'm trying to get this girl to go out with me. Supposedly, she only answers to insults and anger."

Andy scoffed, "Maybe that's because she thinks being nice is overrated."

"A person can never be too nice."

"Yes, they can." Andy didn't bother to look at him as she got up from her seat. Packing her things into her bag, Andy looked at Miles with a pointed look. "Don't follow me."

Miles laughed, nodding absently, as he watched her walk away. He allowed her to gain some distance before he stood and walked after her. "You can't get rid of me that easily," he said, admiring the sight of her butt in her pencil skirt.

Andy rolled her eyes. "You're doing the stalking thing again. It's annoying."

"I prefer endearing."

Andy clenched her jaw and shouted over her shoulder: "Persistent prick!"

Miles jogged to catch her up, finally able to walk in step with her. He grinned when she narrowed her eyes at him. "Determined little man."

Andy looked at him, noticing that he was a foot taller than her. "You're hardly little."

Miles looked down at himself, smirking at her. "Have you been spying on me and Junior, Andrea?"

Andy stopped in the hallway to turn and look at him. "Yes, I have," she replied, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips. Abruptly, she frowned. "And I'm extremely disappointed."

Miles laughed loudly. "With my moves, no woman has ever been disappointed."

A pause. "Why don't you show me, then?"

The smirk didn't falter on his face. "Alright." Miles moved closer to her, their bodies nearly touching. He boldly wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned in close, as if he was going for a kiss.

Andy pulled back slightly, but didn't try to release his hold on her. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I was planning on kissing you. But if you want to go straight to the raw shagging, then that's fine by me too."

Andy laughed before stopping abruptly. Quickly, she pushed away from him. She turned away from him and looked down the hallway. "Get lost, Miles."

Miles shook his head. "Now, that isn't very social, Andrea."

She turned to him, a strand of blonde hair falling over her eye. "Do I look like a social person?"

Miles paused, before nodding in agreement. "Okay, fair point."

Not knowing what to do, Andy began to walk again, heading towards the exit. When she looked behind her, Miles was slowly following her. She narrowed her eyes and carried on walking. By the time they were outside again, on the main street, Andy stopped and looked at him expectantly. "You're going to go home now."

Miles nodded slowly. "Yes...I could do that." He shot her his infamous grin and nodded in the opposite direction of her house. "Or I could walk you home."

"It's broad daylight, I don't need an escort."

"You say that, but really, you do."

Andy folded her arms across her chest. "I don't."

Miles imitated her actions. "You do."

"I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"I do–"Andy narrowed her eyes. "You're so immature."

Miles frowned, a small pout gracing his lips. "You started it."

Andy sighed heavily and pointed over his shoulder. "Home. Now."

Miles grabbed onto her slender finger and lowered her arm. "I am going home. Just not to mine. Your place tonight, darling."

Andy was about to shout at him, to lash out sarcastically, but was stopped when his lips fell onto hers. It was a clumsy kiss, his body pressed solidly against hers, her hand, which he still held onto, pushed into his thigh awkwardly. His tongue ran across her lips and Andy felt herself relax despite the feeling of pins and needles in her arm. When he broke the kiss, Andy squinted at him, unsure of what had just happened.

"Are you crazy?"

Miles grinned, his dimples showing. "Slightly." He released her hand and took a step back. "Are you crazy?"

Andy frowned. "Of course not."

Miles shrugged, "You kissed me back. I think that's enough to classify you as crazy."

"What if I wanted you to kiss me? Then it wouldn't be a crazy thing for me to not pull away," Andy answered, her voice full of defiance.

"Did you want to kiss me?"

Hesitation. "Maybe."

Miles smiled and walked towards her. Andy found herself holding her breathe and releasing quickly when he walked past her. Andy turned to see him walking down the street, as if their conversation was over. Quickly, she followed him.

"You cannot just walk off in the middle of a conversation!"

Miles looked down at her, her blue eyes alive with anger. He briefly wondered if she had ever known love, hope, happiness. "I can do whatever I like."

Andy snorted, "I don't even know why I bother talking to you."

"How about because you find me irresistible?"

Andy laughed. "Hardly."

"You think I'm amazing?"




"How about because I'm the only person that cares about you?"

Andy paused and narrowed her eyes at him. "Other people care about me."

"You sure about that?" Miles asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes, I'm–"

"Family doesn't count."

Andy let out an annoyed sigh. "For fuck's sake, Miles, you are not the only person that cares about me. Other people care. I do have friends, y'know?"

Miles nodded absently. "You're always so cut off. People don't talk to you at work unless they have to. You never come out with us. It's as if you don't have fun." He looked at her, his green eyes radiating honesty. "I want you to have fun, Andy. I wish you would just let me be nice to you."

"I do have fun," Andy replied.

Miles laughed. "No, you don't."

"I do!"

"You don't."


"And now who's immature?" Miles asked, his voice full of laughter. He shook his head slightly and firmly wrapped his arm around her waist. He smirked when she showed no intention of moving. He guided her towards a road crossing, and they waited in silence for the traffic lights to change colour. He glanced down at her for a beat before looking ahead.

Andy chewed on her lip before speaking again. "I do like you, Miles."

The beeping of the traffic signal caused them to move and Andy refrained from saying anything else until they were on the other side of the road. "I like you. I like the fact you're always so happy. It annoys me, gets on my fucking nerves in fact, but I'm glad you can be that happy. Sometimes, I wish I could stop being such a bitch."

"You can stop whenever you want to."

Andy nodded slightly, suddenly interested in her French manicure.

"You don't have to be alone. You don't have to be a bitch. If you just let people be nice to you, then maybe things will be better. We aren't all out to get you."

"I know," Andy said. "I just–I don't know."

Miles sighed, unconsciously pulling her closer to his side. "I like you, Andy. I don't know why, but I do. You're sarcastic, rude, arrogant, a pain in the bloody ass, but I like you. Bordering on love, actually. For some reason, I don't see a bitch with an attitude – actually, I do – but I also see a girl that just wants someone to love her. And y'know, I want to be the guy that fulfils that. I don't want to be the annoying man that follows her around, or the one that's always wasting his time. I want to be the one that gets to love you."

They continued to walk through the streets of sleepy Notting Hill in silence until Andy spoke. "Did you learn that from a How To book?"

Miles laughed. "No, a fortune cookie."

"Wow, it must have been a big cookie to fit in all that writing."

"No, it was just in small print." Miles smiled when he looked down to see Andy laughing softly. Stopping, Miles made her face him. "I meant what I said, Andy."

Andy looked at him, his face sincere, and for a moment she felt scared. She wasn't ready for a relationship. She didn't want the hassle. She didn't want to be open, prone to attack. Andy nearly laughed at her thoughts. Miles wouldn't hurt her. Miles was nice, sweet, charming, beautiful, honest.

"You said you loved me."

Miles blinked. "I did?"

"Before. You said you loved me. Or you liked me, and it was bordering on love. I'm taking that as you love me."

Miles laughed nervously. "I did say that, didn't I?"

"You can't take it back now. That wouldn't be fair."

Miles smiled. "I won't take it back." He reached for her hands, gently tangling his with her slim fingers. "I'm getting there, slowly. But damn it, you make it impossible for anyone to love you."

Andy shrugged, attempting to appear nonchalant. "I try my best."

"Hey," Miles whispered. When she looked up at him, he smiled and lowered his head. "I'm not there yet, but I think I can love you in the near future. Soon, real soon, Miss. Blake. Will you let me?"

Andy smiled when their foreheads touched. "It depends."

His hand touched her cheek and his breath was hot against her skin when he spoke next. "On what?"

"On if you'll admit that you stalked me."

Miles let out a small chuckle, his lips grazing hers. "No," he whispered before kissing her. Their lips slid against each other, and this kiss was unlike the last. It wasn't clumsy, this time it was simple, delicate, filled with their raw emotion. They let go at the same time and Miles allowed his mouth to rest against hers as he spoke. "Like I said: its fate."