This is a short story i made for my creative writing class. Bear with me here, i know i could have done alot better but due to time constraints i was forced to spit out a half way decend story.

Note, all formatting was lost in transition. Paragraphs just go to the next line and don't indent.

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The buzzer sounded in the nearby hall. Milo snatched up the stereo remote off the counter and turned down the volume. As he did so he checked the time on the stylus lying on the counter. Thursday, June 3rd 2063, displayed the digital clock. Milo thought to himself “Damn, this week has gone fast, I gotta call my parents soon.”.
The buzzer sounded again. This time Milo half jogged, half sprinted to the door of his apartment. Pressing the button on the intercom engaged the two way video conference with the street outside. Immediately the picture of his friend appeared on the display.
“You gonna let me in?” questioned the friend.
“Yeah, Yeah. Give me a second.” Milo pressed his thumb onto the fingerprint scanner and an indicator light changed from red to green. The friend then walked inside and the screen turned black. Milo laid back down on the couch and waited eagerly for his friend to arrive.
Moments later a knock was heard on the door. Milo got up, and walked calmly towards it. He pressed the scanner again and the door unlocked. Standing in the doorway was his best friend from high school, Jeff Bridges. At the site of his friend, Milo embraced Jeff in a strong bear hug. “Long time, no see!”
“No kidding!” Grinned Jeff.
“Yeah man, I've been working a lot lately.” Milo smiled back. Then someone caught his eye down the hall. She noticed he was watching her and she waved. Milo waved back and then motioned at Jeff. “Come on inside, make yourself at home.” The room went quiet as Milo and Jeff walked into the great room. What have you been up to since I left?”
“Well, to make a long story short, I finished high school and got accepted to the local NYU, where I'm studying to become a lawyer. Haven't seen you in a while man, are things working out for you since you left high school? And whose that cute girl down the hall?”
“Oh, shes just a neighbor, and yeah, things are better than ever if you cant tell by my apartment.” Milo paused for a moment to take a look around. Near the front door he noticed his stove timer was almost up. “You want something to eat? I'm making cookies, my grandmas secret recipe.”
“Yea, sounds delicious.”
“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable.” Milo motioned at Jeff to go sit in the living room. Then he headed into the kitchen to get the cookies. He blurted out at Jeff from across the great room, “Man Jeff, you haven't changed a bit.”
“And neither have you, well, besides your wealth. Tell me what you do again?”
Milo took a plate of cookies into the living room and set them on the glass coffee table. The plate immediately made a steam ring on the table from being so hot. Jeff glanced at the table and noticed the ring with a concerned look.
“Hey man don't worry about that, its a self cleaning table. Anyway, so yeah, back onto the subject. I'm a freelance computer programmer. As you can probably remember I dropped out of high school my junior year.”
“Oh yea, of course. All of our friends thought you were making a stupid mistake.”
“Yeah, well.. It turned out for the best. Even though it may have seemed like a stupid mistake, I do not regret it one bit.”
“And why is that?”
“Well, for starters, public education is not for everyone. And trust me, it was not for right for me. I have learned more being in the real world and writing computer code than I ever did in public education. I started writing and manipulating computers back in, oh, 7th grade i think. Remember all those kiddie scripts i made back in the day?”
Jeff chuckled, “Of course, you made some pretty funny stuff man.”
“Yeah well, that is what started my whole interest in computer programming. Anyway, once I hit junior year I just couldn't take it anymore. I had my priorities straight, but everyone else thought i was crazy. I made the plunge into the adult world at only 17. My parents backed me financially until i could pay my own rent, which really helped me out. Then I began studying. I knew I had a talent in computer languages because they came so naturally to me. It seemed like I had practically written the languages myself, which was the biggest contributer to where I am today.
“I started coding small things at first. Programs for friends who needed small business solutions. Random jobs here and there to put some food on the table. But I never was hungry. I always had money then, and I always have money now. In fact i have more than enough, because when I turned 18 I was asked to join an elite group of promising computer programmers who had shared with me some very interesting ideas. I accepted their terms, some of which were rather strict, and began the company known today as Chertura Corp. You've probably heard of them. Want a beer?”
Milo got up from couch and headed towards the kitchen. He heard Jeff say “Sure.” So he pressed the beer button on the refrigerator door panel. A screen came up showing that he only had 2 left, and then asked if he wanted to have more delivered. Without thinking Milo pressed 'yes' and then opened the fridge and grabbed the last 2 cold ones. He then headed back to the couch and handed his friend one of the cans of beer. “Last one, enjoy!”.
“Thank you. And yeah, of course, Chertura Corp is one of the biggest software giants in todays world. Jeez, you must own a hefty chunk of stock.”
“Well yeah, that was one of the terms to signing with these guys. They had no money to there names when they first started. But they promised some very high percentages of stock. I currently own 40% of the company in stocks alone.”
Jeff's jaw dropped at the second the figure went through his head. He thought of how much money Milo had, and kept comparing that to his own wealth. “So thats what, like $825,000,000?! Thats 1,000 times what I make, and i thought I was doing good!”
Milo blushed. He was proud of his wealth, but was embarrassed of his past. “Well, I guess you could say i played my cards right. And, to be exact its over $900 million now.”
“No way...” Jeff shook his head in disgust, still going over the mind boggling figures in his head. “So why aren't you retired, and having a family?”
“Well, thats my biggest problem. You see, I never really was a social person. I mean, I write computer code as if it was the blood in my veins, but I just cannot meet attractive women these days.”
“Well,” chuckled Jeff, “you should really come check out the college scene sometime. It has the most beautiful women you have ever seen. And, on top of that, you have the perfect chick magnet. Money!”
“That seems way to easy enough.”
“Yeah, the women on campus are dieing to mean rich young men. Your perfect. In fact, what are you doing tonight?”
Milo frowned, “Oh, i don't know... I planned on writing an algorithm that has been puzzling me for quite some time. But if you want to go do something, I'm sure I can free my schedule.”
“Excellent! I'll make some video calls and get back to in a couple hours, alright buddy?”
“Sounds great.” Milo showed Jeff the door and then closed it behind him. He then went to the couch and plopped himself down on top. A million things were going through his head right now. Milo knew that this could be the opportunity knocking on his door. He had been wanting to start a family for some time now, and this was finally his chance. Thoughts about why he couldn't be the best husband in the world, and things such as financial security and his personal wealth flashed in his head. Milo new everything he ever needed to learn about computers, but he was in a whole new world when it came to dating. What to say, what to wear, all thoughts puzzled Milo as he lay there on the couch. Soon he found himself drifting off to sleep.
The phone was ringing when Milo woke up from his nap. He quickly got off the couch and snatched up the phone off the counter top. “Hello?” he said sleepily into the phone.
“Hey Milo, its me, Jeff.”
“Oh hey Jeff! So, are the plans on for tonight?”
“Yeah, everything looks good. I got a friend from high school to join us. You remember Ryan right?”
“Oh yea of course, he played soccer i think...”

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“Yeah thats him. After you dropped out, me and him became good friends. Spent lots of time together our senior year. I even went to prom with his older sister.”
“Oh man he probably didn't like that much!” Milo chuckled, then sighed as he realized he missed his own prom.
“Aha, fortunately he didn't mind. He got a lot of crap for his sister being good looking. Anyway, I'll pick you up in an hour.”
“Sounds good, I'll be waiting.” Milo hung up the phone and went into his bedroom. His laptop was on the bedside table making a beeping sound. Milo knew exactly what it was as soon as he heard it. He had new video mail. Only thinking about the night to come, he pressed mute on the laptop and then picked out some nice underwear and socks from the bedside drawer. He then went into the bathroom, undressed, and climbed into the shower.
Twenty minutes later he got out, feeling refreshed and a lot less greasy, and put on the fresh underwear. Milo grabbed the pile of dirty clothes and put them next to the washer. Then he went into his closet, grabbed a $400, never worn Italian dress shirt and slipped it on. The smoothness and cleanliness of the shirt almost made him feel foreign in his own body. He knew that the shirt was perfect, but to Milo, the shirt did not feel like himself.
Instead he grabbed an old, but still in good condition, dress shirt hanging on one of the clothes racks and slipped it on. The shirt fit perfectly and Milo knew he had the perfect outfit. He then put on black slacks and some dress shoes, and got ready to leave. After shaving really quick, he went into the kitchen and made himself a light snack.
The buzzer sounded again. And this time Milo knew who it was. He went to the intercom near the door and scanned his finger once again. The video monitor came up and Jeff was standing on screen.
“Ill be in the car, try and hurry.”
“Be down in a few minutes.” Milo told his friend. Milo grabbed his wallet and his PDA and put them into his coat pockets. He then put on his coat and walked out of his apartment.
The door opened and Milo walked in. Tired and slightly drunk, he was very pleased that he had finally gone out with a friend. Something he had not done in a long time. He put his wallet and his PDA on the counter, and the plopped himself on his bed and fell asleep.
His dreams were filled with faces of the women he had met the night before. One step closer to making a family, Milo dreamed of all the possible outcomes of each and every relationship he could get in with any of the women he met. Milo was tuned to think this way, because this was the way he was thinking all his life as a computer programmer. He needed to think of every possible outcome in order for his products to run smoothly. And, he needed to think of every possible outcome of a relationship to make sure those would run smooth. To Milo, this wasn't obsessive compulsive, this was a necessity of life.
Milo's phone rang off the hook and woke him up from his dreams. He glanced at the clock and noticed it said 5:48 am. Milo then snatched the phone up off the night stand and said sleepily, “Hello, who is this?”.
“Milo, this is George. I've been trying to reach you all day, why haven't you been answering my video mail? We have sort of an emergency at the office. Think you can come in to work asap?”
“Yeah, sure, just let me wake up first.” Milo murmured. He climbed off his bed and threw on a pair of dirty sweats. Then he grabbed his laptop off the nightstand and headed into work.
When he arrived there almost everybody from the office was there.
“Whats going on?” Milo questioned the nearest employee.
She replied, “Something about stocks, another company is might be screwing us over.”
“How can this be??”
Before the lady had time to answer, George, Milo's business partner, came rushing up to the two of them and immediately told Milo to follow him. Milo followed George into his office and shut the door behind them.
“Things are bad Milo, really really bad.”
“But, what do you mean?”
“Lets just say our stock dropped thousands of points. A new company has just released a product that blows ours out of the water. And the worst of it is, our estimated net worth is exponentially dropping.”
“WHAT!?!!” Screamed Milo.
“You better sell while you still can, Chertura Corp is shutting down.”
“Oh... My... God....” Milo rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He then Called up his financial adviser and told her what was going on. She couldn't believe it either, and immediately tried to sell his stock.
“I have to go” Milo told George.
“Ill see you in the morning then?” Questioned George.
“We will see, this is the worst thing that can happen to me.” Milo left the office in complete disarray. He Got into his car and started driving home. Still slightly drunk, yet totally aware of his surroundings, he pulled out into the street from the parking garage when suddenly another car came flying around the corner.
Milo tried the dodge the car by making a hard right, but was unsuccessfully and the car clipped the side of his. Spinning in a whirlwind mass of metal and flames, the two cards spun until the collided with a pillar. Indistinguishable from each other, both cars lay in a heap of shrapnel. Both cars were fairly new, and each had an automatic emergency vehicle response mechanism which sends an emergency vehicle to the scene if there is ever trouble.
Ten minutes later the emergency vehicle arrived at the scene. Sirens sounding louder than ever and lights flashing to draw attention. Quickly the team of professionals found Milo lying in the drivers seat, smashed up pretty badly but still alive.
Milo could hear voices talking to him, but could not distinguish what they were staying. A blur of light was all that he could see, and no noticeable objects could be seen. Milo knew he was in trouble, because all he could move was his left side of his body. His right leg failed to move and he was completely stuck in the car.
The emergency response team pulled out the jaws of life, and were able to free Milo from the wreckage. It was too late for the other guy. They sped him to the hospital and took him into the ER.
Milo awoke to steady beeping and a very calm feeling enveloped him. Glancing around, he noticed a heart monitor, which was making the beeping, and several other medical instruments. A TV was hanging opposite him and a tablet was on the bedside table. He picked up the tablet and downloaded the newest paper. The headline read, “Millionaire Milo in car accident, Chertura Corp is dead.” Milo's stomach churned as he slowly regain consciousness of the night before.
The doctor walked into the room and asked how Milo was doing. He replied in a simple yet very meaningful word, “Shitty.” The doctor then checked some readings on the instruments of medicine and asked if Milo wanted anything. Milo shook his head and asked, “Has anyone come to see me?”.

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“No, not yet.” Replied the Doctor. “Would you like me to call your family?”
“I don't have any. Call my friend Jeff though.”
“Will do, rest up now.” Said the doctor in a very unenthusiastic voice.
Milo dozed off once again from the pain. But this time he had a dream of a girl. One he had never seen before. This girl was the one Milo had been looking for all his life, but the only problem was that he had no idea who she was. He tossed and turned in his bed while contemplating who and why this girls face was stuck in his mind. He knew that it was there for a reason, he just has to find out why.
A nurse came into the room and woke Milo. He groaned for a moment and then glanced at her. “You have a visitor Milo.”
“Who is it?” Milo asked sleepily.
“Why don't you ask her yourself.” The nurse turned and walked out of the room. And in came the most beautiful girl Milo has ever seen. He knew at an instant that his dream girl was her.
“How are you feeling, Milo?” She asked softly, in a very sympathetic voice.
“Now that you're here, I'm feeling much better.”
The girl blushed and said, “My name is Alison, by the way. I've been watching you for some time now, we live on the same floor.”
Suddenly, it hit Milo like a sack of bricks. The girl of his dream had been under his nose all this time. But he had not had the guts to ask her out, or to even speak to her for that matter.
“I know this may sound awkward...” she stared, “But, will you go out with me when you're feeling a little better? The doctors said today's medicine is the only way you survived. And the recovery speed of these kind of things are amazing.”
Milo bit his tongue hard, he wanted to go on a date with this girl so badly, but hated the idea of her asking him. Finally he manned up and said “Of course i will. I've been watching you too. In fact, I love you.”
It was at this point that Milo realized that nothing else in the world mattered. He finally had found the person of his dreams, and that no amount of money or no probable outcome would make this relationship work. Milo relaxed, gave angelica a kiss and then went back to sleep. Where he did not dream at all.

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nice, not bad for cranking it out that fast although there were quite a few basic grammatical errors dealing with capitalization especially.

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Yeah... like i said, i knew that would happen. If you read the whole thing i'm pretty impressed. Its damn long lol

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i'm a loser with too much time on his hands. what can i say..

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wwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhoooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaz
yah punctuation and grammar are a quick fix for yah, but man, that was pretty damn good, i dont have enough patience to write stories like that. it ended a bit abruptly, but still good stuff man.

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Like everyone's said, some slight errors, but overall a really nice story. A thing you would want to fix though is you called "the girl of his dreams" Alison, and then Angelica, choose 1 name . And like kno` said, the ending just kinda ended, it wansn't too smooth. But I think its pretty good, good job

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well... shit lol.

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