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Hey everyone! I've finally started writing a new story so I thought I should post the first chapter.
Hanfic: Yes
Main Hanson: Zac
Title: One of Those Things
ONE OF THOSE THINGS
“How did I end up here, again.” Whitney silently asks herself as she sits at the bar. She orders a drink before glancing over her shoulder. She is looking for her friends who are dancing in the middle of the dance floor. She turns back towards the bar as the bartender places a drink in front of her. Whitney slips the bartender a tip before taking a sip of her drink. After being at the bar for some time, and finishing her drink, she turns to watch her friends enjoying themselves on the dance floor. While watching her friends, Whitney is trying to figure out how her friends always manage to convince her to go out to a club with them. She always gives into her friends, even though she has never really enjoyed going clubbing. Every time they go out she spends most of the night sitting at the bar by herself. Before leaving to go out Whitney tries to convince herself that tonight will be different. She tells herself that tonight she’ll enjoy dancing with the girls and most importantly that she won’t be sitting at the bar by herself all night. By time they arrive at the club all of the confidence that Whitney builds up before leaving is gone. This results in her sitting at the bar sooner every time she goes out. Ending up at the bar always confused Whitney because if there is one thing she dislikes more than going to a club it’s sitting at the bar. While watching her friends, a reminder of why she hates sitting at the bar began talking to her.
“Is your father a robber, because somebody stole the stars out of the sky and placed them in your eyes.”
She just rolls her eyes and stands up. Whitney walks into the bathroom and leans against the cool tiled wall. She closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath. Whitney turns to look at herself in one of the bathroom mirrors. She stands there just staring at the reflection of a girl who most people would consider beautiful or pretty but she just can’t see it. The girl Whitney sees in the mirror has dull, light brown hair that isn’t able to decide if it wants to be curly or straight. The girl also has typical green eyes and an unnoticeable tan, from being out in the sun. She sees a girl who is a little too skinny.
When anyone else looks at Whitney they see a tall, slender, athletic looking girl with light brown, wavy hair that has natural, honey colored highlights, bright green eyes, and a perfect tan, not one of the orange variety. Every day she wishes she could see what her friends see, but she doesn’t think she’s pretty enough for people to say nice things about her. It is difficult for her to see herself worthy of anything good about her or for her. The problem is continues to build upon itself everyday. The cause of the problem is that her previous four boyfriends all cheated on her. Despite what her friends and family say Whitney believes that she is the reason all of them cheated. Which is the reason she does not date very often anymore. She has almost completely given up on finding a nice guy. Her friends do not like that she has given up, so they take it into their own hands to set her up on blind dates and to drag her out to clubs to meet guys. Tonight was one of those nights.
In the past three months, since her twenty-first birthday, coming out to the club has been more enjoyable for Whitney because she has been able to legally drink. Before her birthday her friends would buy her drinks but that required her trying to drag them off the dance floor first. Now she spends her time at the bar instead of sitting at a table by herself and she gets hit on by some of the creepiest guys. The door to the bathroom swings open pulling Whitney from her thoughts. She looks herself over one last time. She adjusts the bottom of her aqua blue tank top so that it covers the top of her black pants before exiting the bathroom. After leaving the bathroom she looks for a table to sit at so she can avoid the guy with the bad pick up lines. She found a table by the dance floor after a few minutes of searching. She was sure that her friends would be able to find her at the table when they stop dancing.
Only a few minutes after finding a table, Whitney finds her way back to the bar to order another drink. The bartender quickly makes her drink. She takes her drink and begins walking back towards her table. Before making it back to the table one of her blue flip flops slides off of her foot. She continues walking towards her table while looking down so she can slip her flip flop back on. Without realizing it Whitney walks into someone. She looks up to find herself staring at a tall, muscular guy with semi-long, shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Whitney finally manages to spit out.
“It’s okay,” He says, while smiling, before heading towards the bathrooms.
Whitney slips her flip flop back on and walks back to her table. While sitting at the table by herself, Whitney finds her mind beginning to wander. She can’t help but think about the guy she bumped into walking back from the bar. She can not stop thinking about his eyes or his smile. She definitely thinks he’s cute and he seems nice. She quickly stops herself from thinking about him because she knows that she doesn’t have a chance with him. The distraction she wants quickly appears at the table. Her friend, and roommate, Erica sits down at the table with her.
“So what are you thinking about?” Erica asks her.
“How do you know I’m thinking about anything?” Whitney replies smartly, trying to avoid answering Erica’s question.
“Ooh,” Erica squeals, “It’s a guy, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Whitney responds staring into her drink.
“Sure you do. Now who is it?” Erica asks.
After a few minutes of silence Whitney cracks, “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t know who he is. I bumped into him on the way back from the bar, literally.”
“Literally? Like you walked into him?”
“Yeah,” Whitney says slightly embarrassed, “But it’s not like I would even have a chance with him.”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Erica asks confused.
“You didn’t see him and a guy like him would never be interested in me.”
“Whitney, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this for you to actually believe it, but any guy would be lucky to have you. You are an amazing girl. Don’t let those jerks and what they did affect your view of yourself or other guys. Just think about going to find that guy. I mean really think about it, you never know what you might be passing up if you don’t. And from the way you talked about him he seems pretty cute so go for it.”
“Okay I will, but I can’t guarantee anything.”
Whitney sits completely still at the table watching her friend walk back out onto the dance floor. Whitney was thinking about what Erica said. Why should she let her ex-boyfriends ruin her chances with another guy. She knows Erica is right but just can’t find the courage within herself to go look for the guy. She sits at the table trying to gather up all her courage so she can go look for him and talk to him. She takes one last glance at her friends out on the dance floor before beginning to slide out of her seat at the table.
“Excuse me?” He says standing next to her table.
“Hi.” She says and waits for him to continue.
“Is anyone sitting with you?” He asks
“No,” She answers quickly.
“Would you like some company?” He asks smiling at her again.
“Sure, I’d love some.” Whitney replies sliding back into her seat. He takes a seat next to her then extends his hand for her to shake.
“Hi, I’m Zac.”
“Hi, I’m Whitney,” She says while shaking his hand, “Sorry, again, for bumping into you.”
“It’s okay, if you didn’t I’d still be sitting by myself while my brothers are dancing. This is much more enjoyable already,” He says smiling widely.