"Do you know why all your relationships never work out? Cause you're the most infuriating, annoying, ugly girl I've ever been with!" he shouted at me across the parking lot before getting into his car, slamming his door (I hope he dented it) and driving off at an obviously illegal speed.

There he goes. Boyfriend #11. Sigh, was it me or is my luck rotten?

"Oh Jesus, that girl is ug-leh," said a teenage guy to his friend. They both high fived and laughed at me before walking off.

Okay, it's official. It is me and my luck is rotten. Hella rotten.

I'm not surprised, not everything lasts. Seriously, I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track of the people who insulted me on a daily basis. I even miss them when I don't hear 's not like I'm so ugly I need a paper bag to go out in public. No, I just have a miserable life. Look, God. I wasn't my fault that cat died in my hands! I don't deserve this karma!

Sighing, I had to walk home, since Boyfriend #11 was supposedly my ride. Just as I started to walk, I realised my mom asked me to get her some frozen pizza. Don't ask.

So, I looked around for a grocery store. I slapped myself when I realised the closest grocery store was by my house. Which was conveniently located about 2 miles from where I was standing. Curse whoever invented luck.

As I started walking again, a boombox somewhere was playing a song i vaguely remembered. When I started hearing lyrics, I stopped walking.

I'm not surprised

Not everything lasts

I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track

I froze. That was Michael Bublé. I could recognize his voice anywhere, being my favourite singer of all time.

Talk myself in

I talk myself out

I get all worked up

Then I let myself down

Something made me follow the direction of the song. As I kept on walking, I discovered the song coming from a little grocery store. Hm, that's really strange. I've been in this town my whole life and I don't remember seeing that store. I started to run.

I know someday that it'll all turn out

You'll make me work so we can work to work it out

And I promise you kid that I give so much more than I get

I just haven't met you yet

My breathing shallowed. I didn't even know why I was getting so worked up over this. My logic was telling me this grocery store was just playing the song, big deal. But my heart was telling my whole body to run to the store. When I finally made it to the store, what I saw made me hold my breath.

It was a boy about my age standing in the middle of the walkway, singing and dancing along to the song loudly and enthusiastically. He had short brown hair, amazing green eyes and a body to die for under his simple t-shirt and baggy jeans. He had an amazing voice from what I could hear. I was immediately entranced. At the end of the instrumental break, he stopped dancing and turned around. When he started singing after that, his eyes were on me.

And I know that we can be so amazing

And being in your life is gonna change me

And now I can see every single possibility

He was walking towards me as he was singing. My heart skipped a beat. He was walking exactly like Michael Bublé did in the music video, as stupid as it sounds. He reached out his hand to me. I hesitantly took his hand gently. He looked directly into my eyes and he kept on singing.

Someday it'll all turn out

And I'll work to work it out

Promise you kid

I'll give you more than I get

Than I get than I get than I get

As he shot into the energetic chorus, he pulled me closer to him. I squealed but didn't pull away. He danced

with me, pulling me into an amazing move I never knew I had in me. My heart, my body and mind was on fire. I've been so content in my life. The cheering crowd made it all more surreal. I could not wipe off the huge smile I had on my face.

I just haven't met you yet

(love, love, love, love, love, love)

I just haven't met you yet

When the song ended, he was holding me very close to him. He was breathing heavily from the song, his eyes gazing intensely into mine. His breath was warming up my face. The loud cheer from the audience that formed snapped him out of whatever thought he was having. He slowly put some distance between us, although he was still holding on to my hand. He bowed and the crowd went wild.

"You, boy, have just made my day," said a random old lady.

"Thank you, Mrs Higgins," he said in an extrememly sexy voice, smiling. Oh lord, that smile.

As the crowd dispersed and he kept getting compliments, my brain started working again. What was I doing? I still haven't even let go of his hand yet. He could be a stalker or a rapist or...something!

But stalkers and rapists don't break into song and grab random girls.

Silently, he gave me a small smile and walked outside, pulling me along with him. When we made it outside, he stood still and just looked into my eyes again. He looked at me hard, as though he was trying to memorize me. I didn't understand why he would want to do that. I was ugly to the teenage boy's eyes.

"I can't believe this," he whispered, smiling down at me with a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.

"Me neither," I said.

"What's your name?" he asked, dazed.

"Sara," I answered, cringing at my boring, common name.

"That's a beautiful name," he said, stroking my cheek gently. I breathed out, content.

"What's yours?" I managed to stammer out.

"Michael Brynt."

I smiled up at him. I realised immediately that I was conversing with a weird stranger that danced and sang publicly.

"I have to go," I said, my heart actually breaking as I let go of his hand and out of his touch. I felt empty.

It was crazy how this boy managed to own my heart in mere minutes. I managed to turn around, ignoring the stabbing pain when I did. The pain went away when I felt pressure on my elbow. I looked to see Michael holding on to me.

"Wait," he said, his eyes showing hurt.

"What is it?" I said.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you."

I blinked. What?

"I've been dreaming about you for ages. Ever since I saw Michael Bublé's music video. I don't even know why. Your face has been in my mind for ever," he continued.

"But I've never even seen you before," I stated blandly.

"Neither have I," he beamed.

He held my waist and pulled me closer to him. He searched my eyes for something I didn't know of. Then, he smiled a little and lowered his head. His lips brushed against mine. I was mesmerized, unable to pull away.

"I guess I finally met you," he whispered. Then, he kissed me. He kissed me like I've never been kissed in my life. It was gentle, sweet. But nevertheless, it set my heart on fire. His fingers stroaking my cheeks slowly, as though he wanted to make sure I wasn't a hallucination. I ran my fingers through his hair. I was right, his hair is amazingly soft. He finally pulled away after he ran out of air.

"You're perfect. You can't be real," I said.

"You're right, I'm not," he smirked and then he vanished. I blinked. Then, I blinked harder as I felt the tears coming. An old lady came up to me and started hitting me with her unusually heavy bag.

"Wake up, Sara!" she screamed.

Then, the old lady morphed into my mother. Shit, it was a dream!

"Why are you crying, honey?" my mom asked, worried. I wiped away my tears and smiled weakly at her.

"Nothing, mom. I'll get ready for school now."


Normal day at school. Sigh.

That dream messed me up beyond repair. I kept humming the song. I even danced in the girl's bathroom. When I walked out, I subconciously sang out.

Promise you kid, I give so much more than I get

I just haven't met you yet

I froze. That song. Where was it coming from? I whipped my head to the direction of the sound. It was coming from a phone somewhere in the hallway. The phone's owner raised his eyes for a second and met mine. His expression was priceless. His face broke into a huge smile. He started walking towards me as if in a dream.

"Sara?" he whispered in disbelief.

"You finally met me, Michael," I smiled. I mentally slapped myself for the corny comeback.

It worked, though. He smiled wider (if that was even possible) and pulled me into an explosive kiss.

Somehow I knew it would all turn out.

A/N: Finally! My first creation on FP! This one-shot was inspired by Michael Bublé's Haven't Met You Yet for those who don't know. I do not own any of his songs or him for that matter. Eventhough I wish I do ;D. So, let me know what you think, please? A virtual brownie to whoever that does! =D