I loved running. It was my life. I always ran: when I woke up, when I was mad, when I was sad, even when I couldn't run I always found a way. I was on the track team, and every other sport I could join. I was the best at track, though. I was better than any of my teammates, too. Coach loved me, but my team didn't.

In high school, I owned a pair of shoes. I called them my lucky shoes because everything good seemed to happen when I wore them. I only wore them when I felt I would need them and I always wore them during games or meets. I always carried them around at the bottom of my book bag, just in case. They never failed me.

Until the left one went missing.

"Has anyone seen my left shoe?" I asked my team. We had a meet.

Olivia snickered. I didn't really like her, but I never told anyone that. I didn't like to be mean. "It's on your foot, dummy."

I was tempted to ask if she was still three years old, but I just shook my head, and ignored her rude behavior. "I meant my lucky one."

She laughed mockingly and a couple other girls joined in. "Where are we, kindergarten? Do you have lucky underwear, too?"

I bit my lip and turned around looking through my book bag a third time. This wasn't the first time something's went missing. The thing that scared me most was that nothing ever came back. Anything else that's been taken, my deodorant, hairbrush, shorts, were never as important to me as my lucky shoes were.

"Girls!" Coach called. "Get out here and warm up!"

I finished with my book bag and turned to my locker again as everybody filed out past Coach. I needed my shoes.

"Hun, come on!"

Hun was my nickname. Hunter was my full name, but I'd been called Hun since I was a baby. Personally, I liked Hun better.

"Hold on, Coach," I said, trying not to cry. "I have to find my left shoe."

"Hurry up," she said. "We need you."

"I'm hurrying," I said, keeping my tone in check.

After searching the whole locker room, I decided I wasn't going to find my shoe. Making sure I wasn't going to cry in front of everybody, I walked out to the field with my regular shoes on. I'd never had a meet without my lucky shoes since I'd gotten them in my freshman year and I didn't want to now. They would lose their magic, no longer be my lucky shoes.

I walked dejectedly to where everybody was stretching, including the guys. They were going to compete after we did.

"Hey, Hun."

I looked up at Aiden. He was the best runner in our whole city. He beat the record set fifteen years ago by five seconds. He was amazing and I was jealous at first, but we quickly became friends. I even developed a crush on him.

I was too disappointed to smile at him, though. "Hi Aiden," I said simply. Looking down, I headed for everybody else. Before I could get anywhere, he grabbed my arm.

"Is this yours?" he asked holding a dirty object out to me.

My eyes widened and I gasped. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much Aiden!" I yelled kissing him on the cheek. "You're a life saver!" Turning back toward the building I called out, "I'll be right back Coach!"

I ran as fast as I could to my locker. I ripped my shoes off and started to stuff my shoe on. My foot was halfway in when I realized there was something in the shoe. I pulled my foot back out and reached in. It was a note.

Confused, I opened it and read,

Dear Hun,

You shouldn't leave me lying around like that! I could have been shoenapped! Actually, I was, but no need to worry, a totally hot hunk saved me. Be more careful with your stuff (especially me, although I wouldn't mind being rescued by that sexy god again). And open your eyes woman! You can find what you're missing a lot easier that way.

Love, Your Left Shoe.

My heart pounded in excitement. Who wrote this? Aiden? It was a possibility. Hot hunk and sexy god? I couldn't help the laugh that came up. It had to have been him. He did do silly things like that.

I shoved my shoe on and stuffed the note in my book bag's front pocket. I would ask him when I got back out to the field.

After my right shoe was on, I ran back to the bleachers everybody was situated near. I immediately headed for Aiden, but before I could get very far Coach called my name.

"Get your butt over here and start stretching!" she yelled angrily.

I looked at Aiden and he smiled at me. My questions would have to wait.

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We won the meet and I made a new record. I had completely forgotten about the note when the races started and didn't remember until I got home. I was going to text Aiden, but I decided I would rather talk to him in person about it.

I showed the note to my friends the next day.

"It's definitely from Aiden," Nicole said decisively.

"You can't be sure, you've never talked to the guy in your life," Hannah said, ripping the note out of her hands. She looked it over and then handed it back to me. "It was him."

I took it. "How do you know?"

"Well, he was the one to give you the shoe right?" Nicole asked.

I nodded. "One of his friends could have asked him to give it to me."

"Yeah, but would they have asked him to write the note, too?" Hannah said. "It's in his handwriting."

"How do you know what his handwriting looks like," Nicole demanded.

"He sits next to me in my English class," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I wriggled under my book bag. It was pretty heavy. "I'll just ask him when I see him next."

Nicole took the note again. "Why did he make it seem like the shoe wrote the note? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "I think it's cute."

I watched my two best friends fight over the note in amusement. They were so funny together.

"You think everything is cute," Nicole snapped.

"At least I'm not a pessimistic cynic like you."

"Whatever."

"You're just jealous I have better social skills than you do."

"At least I—"

"I'm going to practice," I butted in. Once those two got started on the insults, there was no stopping them. I didn't really understand their relationship.

"You have to tell us everything that happens when you ask him about the note," Nicole said.

"And don't leave anything out, Hun," Hannah added, glaring at me.

"There won't be much to tell," I assured them.

Hannah and Nicole both gave me a knowing look. I just smiled and waved, walking away. Right into the object of our discussion.

I heard giggling behind me as I blushed in embarrassment. I stepped back and looked up at Aiden. I was tall; a good thing for my running career, but Aiden was really tall. Maybe that's what made him faster than me.

"I'm sorry, Aiden," I said glaring at Hannah and Nicole. They waved and ran the opposite direction. I looked back at Aiden. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

He grinned at her. "You're fine. I was just coming to tell you that practice was cancelled."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. Our coaches never cancelled practice. Practice was just as important as games.

Aiden nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait," I said. "I wanted to ask you a question."

He raised an eyebrow.

I unfolded the note and showed it to him. "I know it was you, you can't deny it."

"That wasn't a question," he pointed out not even glancing at the note.

"Right, I was going to ask why you wrote it."

He shrugged. "I thought you needed the help."

"Help?" I looked at the note again. "You called yourself a sexy god. How is that supposed to help me?"

He laughed. I really liked his laugh. "The open your eyes part."

And open your eyes woman! You can find what you're missing a lot easier that way.

"How do you know I'm missing something?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Well, you were missing your shoe for a while, weren't you?"

"Where did you find it anyway?" I asked.

"Olivia had it."

"Olivia?" Now I was really confused.

"This is what I mean," he said completely serious now. "You're so dense. It's cute, but you really need to open your eyes. Why do you think she's always so mean to you?"

"I know she doesn't like me," I said, blushing at the cute part, "but why would she take my shoe?"

"Hun, she's jealous of you," Aiden said bluntly.

My brows furrowed. "And that would make her steal my shoe because..."

I waited for Aiden to finish the sentence, but he just stood there, his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised. He looked really cute doing that and for a second I forgot what I was saying. But when I remembered, something clicked.

"Oh." I was a little surprised. "I thought she didn't believe in superstition."

Aiden grinned. "That's not going to stop a girl like Olivia from trying to sabotage you."

"I suppose I should be more careful of my shoes."

"Anything you own, actually."

I squinted my eyes at him in confusion and he laughed. "You are so dense. It's cute."

My stomach fluttered.

"But mostly annoying."

I gasped. "What's that's supposed to mean?"

"Hun, I've liked you since we first met. But because you are so wrapped up in running and being nice to everybody, you don't even notice anything. Sometimes I wonder if you even notice me at all."

I looked down shyly. "I notice you all the time."

He stared at me for a second before lifting my chin and kissing me. I didn't waste any time to kiss him back. My arms wrapped around his neck and his around my waist. All I can think about is his lips and how they taste and feel. And it feels great.

He pulled away after a few seconds and smiled down at me. "Now do you see?"

"Perfectly," I said, smiling back.

"I knew that was the trick," he said letting go of my waist, but taking my hand and pulling us toward the parking lot. "All you needed was a kiss from a sexy god like me."

I laughed and slapped his arm. "You're so full of yourself."

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.

I shook my head in amusement. "So what did Olivia do with my deodorant?"

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Anyways, tell me what you think. I thought this up in a matter of minutes. I had to get something out of my head. I was dying to get something out. So, I sat down with a peice of paper and a pencil and I told myslef "Ok, just think of a funny sounding title and write something that has to do with it." This is what I came up with and I like it. A lot. So let me know what you think.

Revised: June 17, 2010

I've had a couple of complaints about Hunter's name, but I decided that I liked it, and that's all that matters. But holy crap, it's still as cheesy as before, Hun's just not as clueless and 'perfect' as before. Except, she still is close to perfect, but that's ok with me. I need perfect sometimes.

So, let me know what you think. Please don't complain about her name, or how perfect she seems because I've already gotten that and I would love to hear about something different.