I Hate Love Stories Because I'm Never in One.

I waited in the book store impatiently on Saturday. Thoughts were flying through my head almost simultaneously and I couldn't get to grips with the fact that I actually had a date later that night.

My eyes swept over the store, lingering on a small corner of the room where two cosy looking chairs and a settee were placed amongst the books. A small sign on the wall above the chairs said 'Reading Corner.' and I walked over to it, thinking how perfect this place really was.

As I settled down into one of the squishy seats, I pondered over where Matthew was going to take me, what I should wear and how I should act. Obviously I didn't know much about Matt so I had no idea what his idea of a 'fun date' would be. I hoped that it wouldn't be anywhere too sophisticated...I cringed at the thought. I was about as sophisticated as a duck on a treadmill.

My gaze flickered back to the door as I waited for Kieran. I couldn't help but think about how the weather didn't look too promising, the rain lashed against the windows. Oh God, please don't let us be caught up in that tonight.

Whilst that dreadful thought crossed my mind, the shop door swung open and a rain-sodden Kieran jogged in. I watched as he shook the water from his hair, my mouth actually dropping open as I saw the drops fly into the air. He looked like one of those models from a shampoo advertisement.

He probably felt my eyes on him because at that moment, he turned to face me. A smile flashed on his face and he waved once before coming to join me in the 'Reading Corner.'

'Lovely weather. Excellent to run in too.' he told me as he pulled a scarf from around his neck. He sat down on the chair directly in front of mine. I could've sworn my heart actually stopped beating at that point.

I couldn't help but ogle at him. Despite the fact that his hair clung to his forehead and was steadily dripping water down his face, he still looked completely and utterly perfect. My eyes trailed down his cheek as they followed a single drop of water, it glistened from the light overhead.

That was when I realised he was talking. 'I-I'm sorry...what did you say?'

He gave me a bewildered look and started laughing. God, even his laugh was captivating.

'I asked you whether you were done staring at me.' he chuckled as he started to unbutton the coat he was wearing.

Apparently, I wasn't done. I wondered if he took his coat off just so I could gaze helplessly at him some more. Now that he was sitting in front of me instead of striding off to pay for books, I could pay attention to what he was wearing. Maybe that was a bad thing because I felt my eyes pop out of my skull.

All his outfit were dark colours but it suited him. He was wearing a dark blue, fitted shirt that clung to him because of the rain that had soaked through his coat. Black jeans sheathed his legs, the ends tucked into a pair of heavy, black boots to probably save them from the atrocious weather.

I forced my eyes to move back to his face. What was I saying to him again?

'Umm.' I gurgled unintelligibly.

Kieran just sat and watched me with a perplexed expression. I wanted to slap myself. Why did I always embarrass myself when I tried to talk to him? The look of total mortification probably showed on my face because next thing I knew, he was smiling warmly at me.

'So...do you come here often?' he asked, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees. I was close to hyperventilating because our knees were almost touching. Somehow, I managed to remain calm...at least, in appearance I did.

'Oh yeah. I come here every weekend. It's a nice escape, especially from school work and annoying friends. Sometimes, I feel like I could just live here.' I blabbered. That came out without me meaning it to. I clamped my mouth shut before I could say anything else.

Kieran nodded. 'That's cool. So you're at school? How old are you?'

'Sixteen. You?'

'Eighteen.' he said, grinning.

Holy crap. I was sat talking to an amazingly hot older guy. He must think that I'm a complete dork or something.

'Wow. So do you have a job or something?' I said, stopping short as I caught the reluctance in his eyes. He wasn't an open sort of guy then, huh?

Slowly, he answered me. 'Yeah, I work in a clothes shop in the city centre.'

Well, that was just so...ordinary. I expected him to say something like supermodel or race car driver or something.

'That must be kinda boring.' I wondered out loud. Crap, I hadn't meant to say that.

Thankfully, he was agreeing with me. 'Yeah, it is. I need money somehow though. I-' he started but stopped himself before he carried on.

'You...?' I mumbled, urging him to go on.

'I've...well, it might sound sort of stupid but I...I've always wanted to be an author.' he admitted, eyes fixed onto my left knee.

'That's cool. So you're an aspiring writer, huh?' I smiled.

His eyes shot up to lock onto mine. 'You don't think it's a ridiculous idea?'

'No, of course I don't.'

Kieran smiled. That smile was so genuine and radiant, he was practically glowing. My breath caught in my throat.

I looked down at my watch and gasped. Quickly, I jumped to my feet and pulled my umbrella from my bag. Kieran stared at me curiously.

'I-I have to go.' I told him with regret.

'Why? Need to be somewhere?' he smirked.

God, I didn't want to admit this. 'I sort of...have a date.'

Sensing my dread, Kieran stood up to join me. He took a step forward to stand in front of me, bending his knees so he could look me in the face.

'You'll be fine.' he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. Oh my God, Oh my God. Hand on shoulder. He was touching me!

Then he moved away. 'Same time, next week?'

He wanted to see me again! I grinned and nodded eagerly. 'Sure thing. It was nice talking to you, Kieran.'

'Same to you. Next week, you can tell me all about your date.' he said, winking.

I groaned. 'Gosh, thanks for reminding me.'

As I walked away, I could still hear him laughing.