It was my Twenty-Second birthday and I was at the airport getting ready to say goodbye to the love of my life. We sat down at the terminal. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly. I looked over at him. His blue eyes were glazed and his dark hair draped over his eyes. I shifted my body in the seat so I was facing him. I brushed the hair away from his eyes and he smiled. "Yeah I know what you're going to say." He said. I smiled. "You're hiding your cute face." I giggled. "We are now boarding group A for Flight 292 to John F Kennedy International Airport located in Queens County, New York." We heard a women say. I looked at Nick and his eyes started to tear up. "Baby, stop." I said. I stood up and hopped onto his lap. I hugged him tightly. "This doesn't mean it's over for us." I whispered. He nodded. I kissed him long and hard. I took my plane ticket out of my back pocket. "I love you more than anything in this world." I told him. I picked up my bag and threw it over my shoulder. "I love you." I said. He stood up. "Baby, I'll call you as soon as I land." I said. He looked very upset. I pinched his right cheek and he smiled. I gave him another kiss. I picked up my purse and started to walk away. "Sam." I heard Nick say. I turned around and he smiled. "I love you." He said. I blew him a kiss and got in line. It wasn't long before I was on the plane. I put my bag under the seat in front of me. I felt the tears start to stream down my face. I wiped them quickly as a young attractive man sat down in the seat next to me. I looked out the window so he wouldn't notice me crying. I quickly pulled my cell phone out of my purse. I sent Nick a text message telling him again that I loved him more than anything in this world. I leaned back in the seat and took a deep breath. Twenty minutes later, we were in the air and the flight attendants were passing out peanuts and soda. I pulled out my latest issue of Maxim. I hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet. "You read Maxim?" The guy next to me asked. I smiled. "Yeah." "Interesting." He said. I just smiled again. "It's not a bad thing. I've never seen a girl read it before." He said. "Oh." "I'm Ryan." He said. "I'm Sam." I said. "You from New York?" He asked. "Nope. Orange County." I said. "I'm moving to New York." "No shit?" He asked. I laughed. "Sorry. I just think it's weird. I'm moving there too." He said. "I'm going to NYU." I giggled. "Cool." "I don't know anyone there, so it's kind of scary to think about." He said. "Well, you know someone now." I said smiling. "Yeah I guess I do." He said. He smiled and stared at me for a second. I let out a little giggle and was immediatly humiliated. He pulled an mp3 player out of his bag and started listening to it. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. I leaned forward and looked out the window as we passed a big patch of clouds. Ryan started tapping his foot to his music. It was really starting to irritate me. I decided to listen to my own music and relax. I pulled my iPod out of my purse and searched through my music selection. I wanted something calm and refreshing, so I chose some old school Madonna to listen to. I leaned back, just as Ryan did and closed my eyes. I ended up falling asleep. I woke up to Ryan tapping me on the shoulder telling me we were in New York and the plane had just landed. I was confused. "Seriously, we're about to exit." He said. I slapped myself in the leg. "Damnit, I wanted to see The Statue of Liberty from up there." I said under my breath. He laughed. I grabbed my purse and my bag. They let us off the plane row by row. As soon as I got off that plane, I was so scared. I watched as some of the passengers ran over to their loved ones and gave them hugs. Some of them shead tears. I followed the arrows to the baggage claim. It took about ten minutes before I saw my bags. I grabbed them quickly. They were both very heavy. I threw my carry-on bag over my shoulder and picked up my heavy bags. I barely made it out to the bus stop before I had to put them down. My hands were starting to turn red. The bus pulled up and I got on. The bus driver saw me struggling with my bags and told me I could pay him when I got off. I dug through my purse from some change to pay him. I walked over to him and gave him the money. He smiled. "Thank you." I said. I sat back down next to my bags. It took thirty minutes before we reached my stop. I got off the bus and had to wave down a cab so I could get to my new apartment. My Dad found it and paid for my first three months for me. My parents were both very worried about me. It smelled like pot in the cab, which made me feel nautious and slightly nervous. I was glad it only took ten minutes to get to my apartment. I paid the cab driver and stood in front of my apartments. I rolled my eyes as I examined the building. It was a typical New York City apartment like the movies, but a little nicer. I was greeted at the front lobby as I walked in to get my key. A man helped me carry my bags up to the sixth floor. "The movers brought in the furniture this morning." The man said. "Huh?" I asked. "Your father sent some furniture." He said. I unlocked the door and opened it. My apartment was all set up. "Your Aunt Liza did all the decorating this morning as the furniture was being moved in." He said. I sighed with frustration. I was ready to move away and do things for myself for once. I didn't want to be waited on hand and foot anymore. He put my bags inside near the front door and left. I closed the door and sat down. I layed back. The couch was so comfortable. I sank right into it. "I guess I can deal with this." I said to myself smiling. "Damnit!" I shouted when I realized I hadn't gotten Ryan's phone number. I unpacked my clothes and put them in my closet. I brushed my hair and did my make up. I looked out my window and watched the people on the streets walking by for a few minutes. I got so excited! I grabbed my purse and headed out to check out my new surroundings. I saw a few homeless people that kind of creaped me out. I started walking fast as I walked by them. "Hey." I heard. I turned around. There was a young guy standing there and he was out of breath. "Do you like Photography?" He asked as he handed me a flyer. "Yes." I said smiling. "It's my passion." "You're a photographer?" He asked. I nodded. "Come to my showing." He said pointing to the flyer. "It's me and some friends. I would love to see your work too." I smiled and he stared at me. I wiped under my eyes with my fingers. Whenever I wore mascara, it didn't take long for it to end up all over my eyes. I was afraid that was what he was staring at. "You should come." He said. I just nodded again. "I've frightened you." He said. "No. Gosh, I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting to meet someone so soon that would be able to help me." I said. "Sometimes the big wigs come to the showings and if they like what they see. . . well, then you never know what could happen." He said. "You know what?" "What?" I asked. "Bring in one of your best shots framed. I'll put it up." He said. I got a little choked up and started caughing. "Are you serious?" I asked. "No." He said. "Oh." I said dissapointed. "I'm kidding." He said. "I would love to see what you've got. So come." "I will." I said. He smiled and started walking away. He stopped and turned around. "Sorry for that blank stare. I just think you're really beautiful." He said. "Thanks." I said staring down at the ground smiling. "Bye." He said as he turned back around and continued walking. I giggled with excitement and went running back to my apartment. I looked at the flyer. The showing was at the Aroa Art Gallery and it happened to be two blocks from my apartment. I called Nick right away. He didn't answer though, so I left him a long message. I took out my books and albums that were full of my pictures. I only had one 8X10 that was framed. That narrowed it down to chosing one of my 8X10 pictures to display at the gallery. It took me a couple hours to decide which one I wanted to use. I chose one of my favorites of a little girl at the beach. She was building a sand castle. I took it about a year ago during the summer. It was always one of my favorite shots. I took a shower and got ready for bed. I layed down on the couch watching The Late Show with David Letterman. I wasn't familiar with any of the guests, which was probably the reason I dosed off half way through the show. I woke up the next morning feeling great. I tried to call Nick again, but once again, there was no answer. I hoped he wasn't ignoring my calls. While I was having lunch in a cafe down the street, my phone rang and it was him. "Hey baby!" I said. "Hi sweetheart." He said. "I got your message and I'm so happy for you." "I am so excited." I said. "Baby, are you sure this long distance thing is going to work?" He asked. "Yes." I said. "It has to work." "I'm thinking we should just take some time apart while you're out there." He said. I hung up the phone and turned it off. I finished eating my sandwich and went back to my apartment. I wasn't going to let him ruin my day. I put my phone on the kitchen table and got ready to go to the art gallery. I was ready to go right in time. I went downstairs and waited for a cab to wave down. It didn't take long for one to come speeding by. I wasn't able to wave him down in time though. When I saw the next one coming, I threw my arms in the air and waved around. He slammed on his breaks in front of me and I jumped. He rolled down his window. "Where you headed?" He asked. "The art gallery on First Street." I said. "Hop in." He said. I got in and was instantly nervous. When we got the the gallery, I paid him and walked inside. I followed the signs into a smaller room. I saw the guy and he walked over to me. He took my hand and walked me over to an empty spot on the wall. "Yours will go right here. I saved you a spot." He said smiling. "I am Ben by the way. Sorry I didn't introduce myself before." I held out my picture and he looked at it. "I like it." He said. He hung up the picture. "It looks great." He said stepping back and looking at it again. He turned his head to the side. "It's a really great shot." He said. I smiled. "Thank you." He introduced me to his friends, but I was too nervous and excited to comprehend anything he was saying. Several people came in to look at all the pictures. "Oh my god." Ben said walking up behind me. "That is Jer Lo." He whispered as he pointed to a well dressed man. He looked like he was in his early fourties. He stepped up to my picture. Ben took my hand and walked me to Jer. "I hate this one." Jer said as he stared at my picture. He had an Australian accent. He pointed at Ben. "I want you to really look at this picture." He told him. "I hate the angle and I think the entire shot is just. . . well, it's not good. If you want any advice, I suggest you wrip this one out of your collection. The rest of these are incredible." Ben looked at me. Jer walked away. "He's very critical." He told me. I took the picture off the wall and stormed out of the building. I threw the picture in the dumpster and I heard the glass shatter. I started crying. I walked down to the first subway I saw and bought a ticket. I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't care. I hopped onto the subway and sat down. There were a lot of people on there. I wiped my eyes. I looked up and saw an attractive guy sitting at the other end of the subway reading a newspaper. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I realized it was Ryan.
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It was my Twenty-Second birthday and I was at the airport getting ready to say goodbye to the love of my life. We sat down at the terminal. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly. I looked over at him. His blue eyes were glazed and his dark hair draped over his eyes. I shifted my body in the seat so I was facing him. I brushed the hair away from his eyes and he smiled. "Yeah I know what you're going to say." He said.
I smiled. "You're hiding your cute face." I giggled.
"We are now boarding group A for Flight 292 to John F Kennedy International Airport located in Queens County, New York." We heard a women say. I looked at Nick and his eyes started to tear up. "Baby, stop." I said. I stood up and hopped onto his lap. I hugged him tightly. "This doesn't mean it's over for us." I whispered.
He nodded. I kissed him long and hard. I took my plane ticket out of my back pocket. "I love you more than anything in this world." I told him. I picked up my bag and threw it over my shoulder. "I love you." I said. He stood up. "Baby, I'll call you as soon as I land." I said. He looked very upset. I pinched his right cheek and he smiled. I gave him another kiss. I picked up my purse and started to walk away. "Sam." I heard Nick say. I turned around and he smiled. "I love you." He said. I blew him a kiss and got in line. It wasn't long before I was on the plane. I put my bag under the seat in front of me. I felt the tears start to stream down my face. I wiped them quickly as a young attractive man sat down in the seat next to me. I looked out the window so he wouldn't notice me crying. I quickly pulled my cell phone out of my purse. I sent Nick a text message telling him again that I loved him more than anything in this world. I leaned back in the seat and took a deep breath. Twenty minutes later, we were in the air and the flight attendants were passing out peanuts and soda. I pulled out my latest issue of Maxim. I hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet.
"You read Maxim?" The guy next to me asked.
I smiled. "Yeah."
"Interesting." He said.
I just smiled again.
"It's not a bad thing. I've never seen a girl read it before." He said.
"Oh."
"I'm Ryan." He said.
"I'm Sam." I said.
"You from New York?" He asked.
"Nope. Orange County." I said. "I'm moving to New York."
"No shit?" He asked.
I laughed.
"Sorry. I just think it's weird. I'm moving there too." He said. "I'm going to NYU."
I giggled. "Cool."
"I don't know anyone there, so it's kind of scary to think about." He said.
"Well, you know someone now." I said smiling.
"Yeah I guess I do." He said. He smiled and stared at me for a second. I let out a little giggle and was immediatly humiliated. He pulled an mp3 player out of his bag and started listening to it. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. I leaned forward and looked out the window as we passed a big patch of clouds. Ryan started tapping his foot to his music. It was really starting to irritate me. I decided to listen to my own music and relax. I pulled my iPod out of my purse and searched through my music selection. I wanted something calm and refreshing, so I chose some old school Madonna to listen to. I leaned back, just as Ryan did and closed my eyes. I ended up falling asleep. I woke up to Ryan tapping me on the shoulder telling me we were in New York and the plane had just landed. I was confused. "Seriously, we're about to exit." He said.
I slapped myself in the leg. "Damnit, I wanted to see The Statue of Liberty from up there." I said under my breath. He laughed. I grabbed my purse and my bag. They let us off the plane row by row. As soon as I got off that plane, I was so scared. I watched as some of the passengers ran over to their loved ones and gave them hugs. Some of them shead tears. I followed the arrows to the baggage claim. It took about ten minutes before I saw my bags. I grabbed them quickly. They were both very heavy. I threw my carry-on bag over my shoulder and picked up my heavy bags. I barely made it out to the bus stop before I had to put them down. My hands were starting to turn red. The bus pulled up and I got on. The bus driver saw me struggling with my bags and told me I could pay him when I got off. I dug through my purse from some change to pay him. I walked over to him and gave him the money. He smiled. "Thank you." I said. I sat back down next to my bags. It took thirty minutes before we reached my stop. I got off the bus and had to wave down a cab so I could get to my new apartment. My Dad found it and paid for my first three months for me. My parents were both very worried about me. It smelled like pot in the cab, which made me feel nautious and slightly nervous. I was glad it only took ten minutes to get to my apartment. I paid the cab driver and stood in front of my apartments. I rolled my eyes as I examined the building. It was a typical New York City apartment like the movies, but a little nicer. I was greeted at the front lobby as I walked in to get my key. A man helped me carry my bags up to the sixth floor. "The movers brought in the furniture this morning." The man said. "Huh?" I asked.
"Your father sent some furniture." He said. I unlocked the door and opened it. My apartment was all set up. "Your Aunt Liza did all the decorating this morning as the furniture was being moved in." He said. I sighed with frustration. I was ready to move away and do things for myself for once. I didn't want to be waited on hand and foot anymore. He put my bags inside near the front door and left. I closed the door and sat down. I layed back. The couch was so comfortable. I sank right into it. "I guess I can deal with this." I said to myself smiling. "Damnit!" I shouted when I realized I hadn't gotten Ryan's phone number. I unpacked my clothes and put them in my closet. I brushed my hair and did my make up. I looked out my window and watched the people on the streets walking by for a few minutes. I got so excited! I grabbed my purse and headed out to check out my new surroundings. I saw a few homeless people that kind of creaped me out. I started walking fast as I walked by them. "Hey." I heard. I turned around. There was a young guy standing there and he was out of breath. "Do you like Photography?" He asked as he handed me a flyer. "Yes." I said smiling. "It's my passion."
"You're a photographer?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Come to my showing." He said pointing to the flyer. "It's me and some friends. I would love to see your work too."
I smiled and he stared at me. I wiped under my eyes with my fingers. Whenever I wore mascara, it didn't take long for it to end up all over my eyes. I was afraid that was what he was staring at. "You should come." He said.
I just nodded again.
"I've frightened you." He said.
"No. Gosh, I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting to meet someone so soon that would be able to help me." I said.
"Sometimes the big wigs come to the showings and if they like what they see. . . well, then you never know what could happen." He said. "You know what?"
"What?" I asked.
"Bring in one of your best shots framed. I'll put it up." He said.
I got a little choked up and started caughing. "Are you serious?" I asked.
"No." He said.
"Oh." I said dissapointed.
"I'm kidding." He said. "I would love to see what you've got. So come."
"I will." I said.
He smiled and started walking away. He stopped and turned around. "Sorry for that blank stare. I just think you're really beautiful." He said.
"Thanks." I said staring down at the ground smiling.
"Bye." He said as he turned back around and continued walking. I giggled with excitement and went running back to my apartment. I looked at the flyer. The showing was at the Aroa Art Gallery and it happened to be two blocks from my apartment. I called Nick right away. He didn't answer though, so I left him a long message. I took out my books and albums that were full of my pictures. I only had one 8X10 that was framed. That narrowed it down to chosing one of my 8X10 pictures to display at the gallery. It took me a couple hours to decide which one I wanted to use. I chose one of my favorites of a little girl at the beach. She was building a sand castle. I took it about a year ago during the summer. It was always one of my favorite shots. I took a shower and got ready for bed. I layed down on the couch watching The Late Show with David Letterman. I wasn't familiar with any of the guests, which was probably the reason I dosed off half way through the show. I woke up the next morning feeling great. I tried to call Nick again, but once again, there was no answer. I hoped he wasn't ignoring my calls. While I was having lunch in a cafe down the street, my phone rang and it was him. "Hey baby!" I said.
"Hi sweetheart." He said. "I got your message and I'm so happy for you."
"I am so excited." I said.
"Baby, are you sure this long distance thing is going to work?" He asked.
"Yes." I said. "It has to work."
"I'm thinking we should just take some time apart while you're out there." He said.
I hung up the phone and turned it off. I finished eating my sandwich and went back to my apartment. I wasn't going to let him ruin my day. I put my phone on the kitchen table and got ready to go to the art gallery. I was ready to go right in time. I went downstairs and waited for a cab to wave down. It didn't take long for one to come speeding by. I wasn't able to wave him down in time though. When I saw the next one coming, I threw my arms in the air and waved around. He slammed on his breaks in front of me and I jumped. He rolled down his window. "Where you headed?" He asked.
"The art gallery on First Street." I said.
"Hop in." He said.
I got in and was instantly nervous. When we got the the gallery, I paid him and walked inside. I followed the signs into a smaller room. I saw the guy and he walked over to me. He took my hand and walked me over to an empty spot on the wall. "Yours will go right here. I saved you a spot." He said smiling. "I am Ben by the way. Sorry I didn't introduce myself before."
I held out my picture and he looked at it. "I like it." He said. He hung up the picture. "It looks great." He said stepping back and looking at it again. He turned his head to the side. "It's a really great shot." He said.
I smiled. "Thank you."
He introduced me to his friends, but I was too nervous and excited to comprehend anything he was saying. Several people came in to look at all the pictures. "Oh my god." Ben said walking up behind me. "That is Jer Lo." He whispered as he pointed to a well dressed man. He looked like he was in his early fourties. He stepped up to my picture. Ben took my hand and walked me to Jer. "I hate this one." Jer said as he stared at my picture. He had an Australian accent. He pointed at Ben. "I want you to really look at this picture." He told him. "I hate the angle and I think the entire shot is just. . . well, it's not good. If you want any advice, I suggest you wrip this one out of your collection. The rest of these are incredible." Ben looked at me. Jer walked away. "He's very critical." He told me. I took the picture off the wall and stormed out of the building. I threw the picture in the dumpster and I heard the glass shatter. I started crying. I walked down to the first subway I saw and bought a ticket. I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't care. I hopped onto the subway and sat down. There were a lot of people on there. I wiped my eyes. I looked up and saw an attractive guy sitting at the other end of the subway reading a newspaper. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I realized it was Ryan.
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