“Ugh… Fuck it,” I said louder than anticipated. I looked to the right to see my bus pulling up at the stop… SHIT! I began running so fast up the hill that I didn’t notice someone running just as fast in my direction. I tried to stop, but we collided… Hard!

As I hit the concrete my knee immediately began bleeding. I looked over to see the guy laid out in the middle of the ground with his arms spread out as well as his legs.

“Oh my god… I am so sorry,” I crawled over and kneeled over him, “can I help you up.”

He looked over at me and our eyes met for the first time.

“My angel from Heaven,” giving this goofy grin making me blush.

“I‘m so so so so so sorry… can I help you with anything… you need me to take you to the hospital?”

“No… no I think I‘m good,” he smiled at me while sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

I giggled, “I think you hit your head a little too hard.”

“No… I think I hit it just right.” he replied while coming to a stand.

He reached his hand out for me to take. I grabbed it and he pulled me up and into him.

“I wanna try this again,” he said with my hand still in his. He cleared his throat, “My name is Patrick, what’s your name, do you have a boyfriend and, depending on the answer to the last question, can I take you to dinner?”

“Okay now I’m starting to think you bumped your head too hard,” I laughed.

“No I‘m serious… come to dinner with me,” he put my hand over his heart, “do you feel that? My heart has never raced this fast… it must be love!”

I blushed, “you‘ve got to be kidding me?”

“Kidding you about what?”

“You almost bashed your brains out, but all you care about is taking me to dinner?”

“Well… it’s not everyday I get attacked by a gorgeous girl,” he playfully moved his eyebrows up and down.

“Oh wow… a crazy one I see,” I put my hands on his chest and giggled, “look I‘d really love to stay and chat, but I‘m extremely late for a job I ain‘t even supposed to ever be late for again.”

“Even getting caught up on your words is the cutest thing I‘ve ever seen,” he was practically hugged me now.

I tried to back away, “I‘m serious now… let me go… I‘m late for work.”

Doing as he was told, “well where are you going? Can I at least walk you there?”

“Seriously I can‘t waste anymore time… your going to get me fired.” I said as I began jogging back up the hill.

He yelled to me as I moved further away from him, “can I at least have your number?”

“If its meant to be… we‘ll see each other again,” with that said I hauled ass to the bus stop.

Holy crap… she hit me like a flash of light. I’ve never been tackled by a chick before… let alone a gorgeous chick like her. I had to see her again… I needed to be near her… I’m craving her like a chocolate fudge sundae. I looked to the side of me and picked up my hat she knocked completely off my head. I continued to make my way down the hill like I was doing before she burst into my life. I took my cell phone outta my pocket and noticed it was trashed. Dammit… now how am I supposed to get in touch with Pete.

I continued to walk, a little upset about my phone, but still in a good mood.

As I made my way to catch the first cab I seen I smiled to myself. I couldn’t get this mystery girl outta my head. I had to see her again, but DC was a big city and I didn’t know my way around for shit. Speaking of which I was kinda lost! I looked around to find a pay phone… maybe I should call Pete before I go anywhere. I reached in my pocket to find any quarters… damn! Today must be an unlucky day for me because here I am in a city I know nothing about… no phone… and no damn money, not to mention I left my wallet with Pete earlier. I put my hands inside my pockets and just started to walk, taking in the wonderful scenery.

After about 2 hours of walking around in the blazing sun I noticed I was standing in front of the White House. I went over and sat at the park that was across the street. I felt a little out of place, the only other people in the park were homeless men and women. It’s a shame how we’re in our Nation’s Capital, right in front of the White House mind you, and there are so many homeless people sleeping here. I kinda felt bad. I got up and continued to make my way to the Hard Rock Café that was located on I think Pete told me 7^th street, but then again I wasn’t paying attention. I continued to walk down the street when I seen it… 8^TH STREET! I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy to see the number 8. I picked up the pace while I walked onto 7^th street. Just as I bent the corner I seen Pete talking to a chick.

“Pete… dude… I never thought I‘d be so happy to see you,” I said jogging up to him.

“Dude… where the fuck you been? We‘ve been waiting for over three hours,” he replied slapping my hand.

“Long story,” making it short, “the others inside?”

“Hey Patrick… I‘d like you to meet Samantha,” Pete said admiring the tall blonde standing next to him.

“Hi,” I replied looking past her.

“So… just to let you know we gotta double date after the show,” Pete said raising his eyebrow.

I was slightly annoyed, after the day I had I just wanted to go back to the hotel and take a nice hot shower. I rolled my eyes, “whatever dude.”

I walked in the Hard Rock and looked for my other buddies. They were sitting in the corner in a booth.

Joe stood up and yelled across the restaurant, “Patrick… what the hell took you so long?”

“Sorry ran into some trouble… but I‘m here now so what we eating” I said slapping my hands together.

“Well nothing,” Andy looked nervously.

“Huh,” looking puzzled.

“We… uh… kinda already ate,” Joe looked over at Andy then back at me.

I looked between my two friends then just turned to leave the restaurant. I was done, the day couldn’t get any worse. I walked back outside to Pete and his new random chick.

“Trickster… where you going?”

“Look Pete I gotta go home for awhile,” I replied still walking not even turning to face him.

“Well… we still have a double date later… don‘t forget dude… be ready at seven,” he yelled to me, but I continued to walk around the corner.

I loved Pete, but ever since Lisa and I broke up he’s been trying to get me to date again. It’s quite annoying. I walked a block down to the hotel I looked at my watch reading three-thirty. Cool I got sometime to take a nap and put some ice on my head.