I like writing meet cutes. Here is one of my favorite meet cutes. Close up magic fake eating worms Eddie:
In movies when you see THE ONE - time slows down and the object of your desire moves in slow motion. The beautiful ones shake out their hair in the wind that’s come from nowhere, and they smile or lick their lips and look divine, and there is a glow, lens flare, or sparkle around them.
THAT didn’t happen.
What happened was the (really exceptionally hot) metal-head guy moved normal speed in your direction. He looked at you like you were a complete freak and said “Why are you walking like that?”
“Worms.” You said.
You said.
Fucking.
‘Worms’
...you couldn’t wait to go somewhere and cry for a million years.
Just shut it all down.
Project: fit in and be normal was a bust.
Gorgeous blinked his hot chocolate eyes and looked down at the sidewalk then back up at you. You were ready to die - spontaneous combustion would be preferred if you would be given options.
“Yeah, I don’t guess they deserve to be smashed into worm Valhalla just because it rained.” He said seriously.
“You don’t get into worm valhalla if you don’t die in Worm Battle doing worm heroics.” You stated, like facts, before your brain could tell your mouth to cool it.
He bent down and picked one up. A good 4 inches of pink earthworm wriggled in his fingers and then he palmed it - did some of the worst close up magic you’d ever seen - to try and convince you he eaten the thing. You snorted at the act.
“If you are *that* hungry, I’ve got a poptart in my bag?” You suggested.
He smiled slowly at you - and gently placed the worm down on the grass near the sidewalk.
Then the Patron Saint of Heavy Metal Sex reached up for your hand. He tilted his head and asked you silently to help him up. You did.
His hand was warm but his rings were cold. The chains on his leather jacket jingled like quiet bells - He had some blue ink on his long fingers. His neck was perfection. He licked his upper lip and your knees wanted to collapse. The line of his jaw was honestly pure Art… Maybe time *was* slowing down....did you just see lens flare??
“You really gonna give me your poptart, Princess?” He asked, as if you were full of tricks and mischief.
“Yeah??” No question, just hesitant because you were certain HE was full of tricks and mischief. You pulled out the shiny wrapper and handed it over. Gave him both tarts.
“You’re gonna be late for class, sweetheart.” he said. And he ran for the front doors of Hawkins High. He vaulted over the bike racks as if gravity was only a suggestion and slipped past some male authority figure at the door - giving that guy the finger.
The bell rang.
