This is my story. If you feel the need to post it elsewhere, have the courtesy of asking permission from the rightful author - ME!
Found this in my “creative writing” folder. I wrote this five years ago and I decided to post this here in parts. I neither edited it nor added anything. So if there are grammar and typo lapses, please pardon me. I find it hard to edit my own stuff. It’s fiction, by the way . If it resembles actual people and circumstances then they’re just coincidences. LOL 
NO PARKING
by Flori Maximo
It’s the stuff straight out of a teen-age girl’s dreams – riding on the passenger seat of a BMW, being driven by a fairly handsome guy who is prone to stealing shy glances whenever possible. Unfortunately, I have just ungracefully careened past the teen mark. I glance at the fairly handsome driver who just in time turns his head just to flash a rather cute smile. I smile back wanly before resuming my newly acquired interest in side mirrors. I sigh figuratively. Instead of feeling giddy and waffy, I feel as if there is a brewer in my stomach concocting a Heineken.
What does someone do in this kind of situation? It isn’t really my fault if turning twenty leaves me without having any confidence when it comes to flirting, or courtship, or God forbid, love! There are only two kinds of boys I knew. The first are those who have no romantic interest in me and mainly treat me as a buddy-buddy, and the second are those who have no interest in me, period. It isn’t because I am hideous to look at. Well, maybe your eyes will have to cover more than a fair share of surface area, but I am no heavier than a sack of rice.
I am totally lost in my own insecure ponderings that I almost do not hear the first few bars of a Celine Dion classic.
Just great! He’s now playing the soundtrack of Bridget Jones’ Diary. BMW and chick-music? I cannot suppress my smile.
“You like the movie?” he asks in halting English.
Hmm… let me think about that, an overweight woman being fought over by two guys, by Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. We’re talking about Hugh Grant and Colin Firth, people! Ooohhh…. for crying out loud, I am only twenty, and I have no right to be this delusional!
“Not really,” I say in Japanese.
Then he looks at me funny, as if it is a mortal sin for a girl to not like the movie.
“All by myself…”
Is this even for real? He’s friggin’ singing with Celine! I cringe in horror as I steal another glance at him. Goodness! He really feels it. I shift my attention to the road. It suddenly seems to be a very, very long road home.
TO be continued…