Just a Coincidence

When 17 year old Maddi is told that she has to move back to her childhood town in Ireland, will her life be changed for better or for worse? Will she be willing to leave her Australian life behind? Or will something happen to make the move that little bit easier.

My first Movellas novel. Sorry if it's bad...


5. Mine

The cold air hit Maddi like a brick wall as she stepped out the front door of her Ireland home. The first thing that caught her eye was the crisp green football field directly across the road. A little river bordered it and the small bridge jutted out across to the other side with toddlers playing and throwing bread crusts to the swimming ducks underneath. Maddi strolled down the driveway and glanced both ways, noticing the small block of shops in the distance. The big, illuminated sign of the grocery store stood out above the other shops that were lined up along the street. The walk was pleasant and relaxing, Maddi's thoughts were soon washed away with the constant rhythm of her footstep's against the slick concrete. Before she knew it, Maddi was positioned in front of the grocery store which was quite surprisingly quiet with the odd person coming in and out of the automatic doors.

With one hand on the trolley, Maddi strolled up and down the aisles- throwing in food as she went. With all the essentials settled in the trolley, Maddi returned to the confectionery aisle. She wandered down it, scanning the shelves for something that would satisfy her sweet tooth. She was looking up and down both aisles, being picky and finding nothing that made her happy. She finally reached the end of the aisle and spotted the very last packet of Maltesers. She rushed forward, only to see another hand snatch the packet off the shelves, just milliseconds before her own hand. With a huff of disappointment, Maddi turned to meet her competitor, feeling the bitch inside of her rise to the occasion.

"Sorry but I guess my hand was faster." The mystery man spoke, dangling the much wanted packet in front of Maddi's face. 

"Excuse me? But if I remember correctly, I saw that packet first." Maddi challenged, raising her eyebrows at the smirk plastered across his face.

"Oh, an Australian! If I remember correctly, Australians are slow." 

"Really? That's funny, Australians say the same about the Irish. Funny, hey, Leprechaun?!" Maddi chuffed, smiling at the sudden frown marked on the mystery man's expression.

"Well..." he stuttered. "You... You..." he tried to get an argument out.

"I...I what?" Maddi said, mimicking him.

"You can say what you want but I still have the Maltesers!" He spluttered, glancing at the packet situated in his red basket. 

"Well," Maddi smiled, moving closer towards him. She snickered at the confused expression wrapped around his faced as she moved closer, suddenly acting overwhelmingly flirtatious.

"I'd just like to say that I think you're really good looking." she mentioned.

"Really?" he asked, still completely puzzled.

"Yep." Maddi whispered in his ear, popping the 'p' seductively. He gulped.

"Erm..." he cleared his throat. "Do... Um... Do I know you by any chance?"

Maddi chuckled. "Not a chance, buddy. I come from Australia. Remember, the country full of 'slow' people."

He smiled. "Ok, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'll take it back. Just as long as you take back the leprechaun joke. You better be careful using that here, us Irish people are very sensitive about jokes like that. And just to mention, you are shorter than me so you can't really say that I'm a leprechaun and you're not. It just doesn't work."

"Yeah you're right. Terribly sorry sir." she smirked, putting on a fake Irish accent.

The guy laughed. "You can put on a very good accent. You'd think you had been living here your whole life."

"Yeah well I was born here. I moved to Australia when I was 10."

He looked at her blankly.

"You alright?" Maddi moved her hand in front of his face to try and snap him out of his day-dream.

"Ah, yeah? Yeah, I'm all good." he said reluctantly.

"What's up?" Maddi asked again, now concerned.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something. Hey, what are you doing this afternoon. We can hang out if you want." he replied, hopeful.

"Don't mean to be rude, but I kinda have better things to do. Sorry." And with that, Maddi grabbed the packet of Maltesers out of the basket and ran quickly down to the cash register with her shopping trolley.

"Hey! They're mine! And I didn't even catch your name!" the guy yelled after her. Maddi handed some money to the chashier. Maddi turned around.

"It's Maddi." she yelled back and walked out of the store, smiling.

"Ok Maddi! Nice talking to you. I'm Niall by the way." he said quietly to himself with a big smirk planted across his face.

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