if we ever meet again * , stefan.

[stacy lee monroe]

i'll never be the same

if we ever meet again

the mall. perfect place to find food, clothes, shoes, and of course, you can never forget those cute boys. stacy was in her dorm bathroom, applying a bit more blush to her tan cheeks. she wanted to look nice, because saturday was always the day hot guys came to the mall. she smiled in the mirror, rubbing her lip gloss together one more time and pulling on a black leather jacket that she let hang around her shoulders. underneath it was a purple strapless shirt and of course, black skinny jeans and high heels. she looked ready for a night out on the town, so she went back to her room and opened her closet, stripping down to her bra and underwear again. she stared at her selections, and took out her phone, going to weather.com quickly. preston heights, canada, 79 degrees. it was unusually warm for the season, so she smiled and pulled on some short black shorts and a loose babydoll tank top. she slipped on some flats and grabbed her purse and stepped out the door.

instead of taking her car, stacy decided she needed some damned exercise for once. she wasn't in the most comfortable shoes but the mall wasn't too far from lawrence. she was texting away at her phone, her nails getting in the way several times, but she was still texting. everyone seemed to be out of town today, which was a disappointment. mikaela was busy. stace sighed and kept on her way to the mall. her hair was bouncing on her shoulders as she walked, and every now and again ran across the street. it was warm out, no wind, for the first time this march. stacy liked it, it felt good for once.

of course, a car or two honked at her as she walked by. she blushed slightly, and laughed. stacy arrived at the mall shortly after leaving her dorm, and she pulled the door of the mall open, walking through the entrance and on the other side, showing up in the food court. she got a quick lemonade from one of the stands and then she continued on. she entered the elevator and went to the second floor.

she was in the middle, and there was a ton of people walking around. stacy spotted a few cute guys but they didn't pay any mind to her, they just kept going on talking and a girl carrying a million shopping bags ran up to one and started making out with him. stacy made a face, slightly jealous, and kept walking. she was looking left and right at the hundreds of stores. hollister, hot topic, abercrombie, aeropostale, scheel's, and starbucks. she stopped in her tracks and looked towards starbucks, and then she shook her head. she already had a lemonade, plus, starbucks was expensive. she laughed again, knowing she didn't have to worry about price -- her dad had that covered.

of course, being stacy, she wasn't paying attention. she was looking at a bench while she was walking, determining whether or not to sit down, when she ran into another person, obviously not paying attention. they both fell, and she was laying on top of the person. her head kind of hurt; she must of smacked it a good one. she opened her eyes and was laying on a gorgeous guy. "oh, god," she muttered, sitting up on top of him, and deciding whether or not to roll off. she did, and sat next to him. "you alright, hun?"

[stefan thomas hastings]

As a general rule, Stefan hated shopping. He was always afraid that students would catch him buying something embarrassing, like condoms or deodorant or cologne. Not that he ever bought condoms because frankly he was too scared of anything with a vagina to actually have sex with anyone in Preston Heights. Oh sure, he wasn't exactly a virgin, but the threat was there. But he was doing his once-a-month drugstore run, and he had to absolutely buy some more shampoo amongst various other things. List in hand, he walked to the drug store and after spending five minutes wondering which shampoo to pick, found something that looked pretty basic and selected it. After picking up some toothpaste and mouthwash and deodorant and granola bars, Stefan was just about ready to flee the mall in horror. He had some other things in his bag like new toothbrush heads for his electric toothbrush and stuff. He paid for his stuff and pretty much fled the store, bags in hand. He still had to go to Brooks Brothers or something and buy a new shirt and tie. He was trying to figure out which place would sell him the cheapest shirts that would fit him.

You could say Stefan was in a hurry to get out of the damn mall. So much of a hurry that he wasn't really looking where he was going. He did look up every once and a while, to make sure that he was in no danger of a collision with anything. Because it was Saturday, the mall was pretty crowded, but he was avoiding people alright, so he looked down for a few seconds to check his watch. He was kind of excited to get outside, where it was warm. Despite the heat of the sun, Stefan was wearing faded jeans with a basic tee and his favourite pair of black, beat-up Converse. He was kind of distracted, so much so that he didn't notice the girl approaching him until she slammed into him. He'd been tackled much harder than that on the rugby field, but the impact caught him off guard and the next thing he knew, he was on the floor in the middle of the mall, trapped underneath a body that was distinctly female. Fuck. His first reaction was to panic a little. He took a deep breath and looked up at the girl in front of - fuck, on top of him. As he did, he realized that not only was she completely gorgeous, but that she seemed in no hurry to roll off of him. Great.

Stefan sized her up quickly. She could have been anywhere from seventeen to twenty-one, and she was beautiful. He also quickly realized that her legs were bare and that they were pressed against his denim-clad legs, making him glad he'd worn jeans. Well, this was awkward. As he propped himself up on his elbows, he was aware of the flame-red blush and heat spreading along his cheek bones down to his neck and up to his ears. What was even worse than this was how bashfully he was blushing, especially because he seemed to be at least five years older than her. But she was pretty. Like, very pretty. It was making this worse. There were only a few thinks that could make this worse, and Stefan tried not to think of any of them.

"You okay, hun?" Hun? Really? Stefan blushed harder, all the while trying to figure out whether or not to stay still or to try to subtly wriggle out from underneath her. "I-I'm fine, thanks," he stuttered, hating himself for blushing and stuttering. He was making an ass of himself. "Um, but you may want to get off of me before somebody thinks this was a failed rape attempt." Oh shit, word vomit. Stefan was not impressed with himself. A grimace spread across his face, and he reached awkwardly for his bag, which had gone flying. Well, not flying. But his toothpaste and shaving cream and shampoo were rolling around on the ground and people were staring at them.

[stacy lee monroe]

i'll never be the same

if we ever meet again

this wasn't exactly how stacy would have liked to start her day and introduce herself to some sexy guy that she didn't even know. she stayed beside him, fixing her hair slightly and putting it behind her ears, helping him prop himself up onto his elbows. he didn't look too comfortable, and his face was bright flaming red. she smirked, and laughed a bit. "i'm so sorry. fuck. i never pay attention. i didn't mean that." she picked up his shampoo bottle for him and twirled it in her hand, handing it to him. "i'm stacy, and you're superbly attractive." that probably made him feel all the more awkward, which slightly amused her.

as he quickly looked her up and down, stacy pressed her lips together tighter to hold back a laugh. this was great. he was such a shy guy it seemed, and he obviously was not used to girls and having experiences like this. yeah, stacy was a virgin, so she couldn't say she did this a lot...clothes off, anyways, but she loved to flirt, and he was a perfect victim. he seemed a couple years older than her. after all, she wasn't under age. stacy was an eighteen year old woman and could do whatever the hell she pleased with whoever the hell she wanted. she smiled at his bright red face, and then thought to herself, he looks like a lobster. stace bursted out laughing and stood up, looking down at the guy.

i-i'm fine, thanks. his stutter made him all the more adorable. then what he next said pissed her off a bit. before someone thinks this is a failed rape attempt. it shouldn't of pissed her off, so she didn't show it on the outside. stacy just smiled her fake, pissed smile and looked at him. "well, seeing as i'm already off of you, why don't you stand up, babe?" she said, winking at him. she bent down and picked up his shit and threw it into his shopping bag. she offered her hand to him and waited for him to grab it and pull himself up. he had dazzling blue eyes and brown hair. she swore she could have seen him before. stacy suddenly remembered seeing this face at a quick glance at pha while picking up mikaela. her jaw dropped into a smile and she started laughing, waving her hand. "c'mon now. i haven't got all day, babycakes."