"Write me a story, I want to read a love story" she said

She wasn't meant to be there.
She had just decided to go for a walk to get away from all the bad vibrations around her.
She took her guitar with her, with no strap and just went for a walk.

She strolled the streets of her neighbourhood and just found herself in her favourite place on earth.

In the park, she found an empty bench, in a world, she thought, that was empty too; unlike her head who was full of thoughts and melancholy.

She was reminiscing her life as a little girl when she spent her Sunday afternoons watching cartoons whilst eating grapes, dressing up or going to pool parties with her friends or playing hide and seek.

But now, she didn't do any of those things any more.
Her weekends consisted of going out to places where she didn't even want to go with people she didn't even care about.
Now her life was bleak and incomplete.

She was singing what was on her heart when a football ball steadily came in her direction and landed a few centimetres next to her though it should have landed on her head, but in the process of avoiding the ball, she knocked her head against her guitar.

Then, as she looked up, angry and ready to shout at the person who had interrupted her meditation, she saw a tall young man with dark hair standing in front of her. He spoke first.

"I'm so so sorry!" he said, and she was about to answer but was too baffled to utter a word and all that came out was "Erm...".
But the boy didn't look like he was about to give up and he continued.
"I'm sorry, I told my friends to be careful, I didn't even want to play ! I mean, I heard someone singing and then I saw you so I told them, 'Hey guys, be careful', but they didn't listen and then they...- Sorry. I'm Jamie, nice to meet you, what's your name?"

And finally she felt confident and managed to answer:
"Hi. I'm...

[Story to be continued when I have more time and if there's any demand :P]