ANNOTATION: Hi. This is my first story on fanfiction. It's not a Quincest story (not this time but maybe next time). I took time to give detailed descriptions hoping to make this story seem more real for you and also hoping to fuel your imagination.
I'm not a native english speaker so MAYBE I got some pronouns wrong. Please don't hate because of that.
The story is starting slowly but it will soon become M, very M.
Enjoy and maybe review if you like. Thanx!
The last time I've been to the US was about 10 years ago when I was a high school exchange student. After I had finished university, moved to a new city and found my first real job it wasn't long till I had saved some money. I didn't have to think long about how to spend it. I've always loved to travel. Now, since I got paid really good I just walked into an office of a travel agency one day and booked my flight to New York. Annie, a friend of mine who I met in university, lived in New York now. She was working for a well known travel agency and since she was living in a small apartment which she shared with another friend she arranged for me to stay in a very nice hotel. I didn't have to pay for my stay there so I didn't mind at all. The place wasn't far from hers. Getting room service, always clean sheets and a huge bed how could you not like that. And I would still spent most of the time with Annie.
The day of my flight to New York just couldn't come soon enough. Weeks ahead I head thought of what to wear on the plane. You want to be comfortable on a 10 hour trip but still you want to look as good as possible. Airports and planes they have some encapsulated atmosphere where people are strangely different. They're excited about stepping on a plane, they're anxious about the security check and the possible humiliation if the security officers decide that maybe they're the one they'll check thoroughly. Then the worries about the luggage, the stewardesses and of course the fear of flying that's painted on pale faces, clenched fingers and restless legs. Not to forget the fact that people of all kinds come together at this place, sometimes even people you wouldn't meet otherwise. You don't want to look bad in such a situation.
My flight departed at 8 AM. I got up at 2 AM. I was impossibly nervous. I couldn't wait to go back. I only had good memories from my time as an exchange student. My plan was to stay awake 24 hours every day for the next three weeks that I was going to stay in New York. It was insane how excited I was. I also couldn't wait to meet Annie again after 4 years. In university we've been hanging out together all the time and had become good friends.
I changed way to soon into the clothes I had decided to wear on my trip. Every 10 minutes I checked myself in the mirror to see if I really liked the style I had chosen. „OK" I said to myself „you're silly Laura...you're fine!". I looked at my reflection. I had grown up. I was 24 and just recently started to feel comfortable with myself, with my body. I have a petite figure, to be exact I'm 5,2 and weigh 105 pounds. My eyes are iron blue, some freckles are scattered over my nose and my cheeks and I have chestnut brown hair cut the same way as Sara Quin's during the Sainthood times. „Ah, Sara." I said to myself at the same time reminding me not to go there. I'm a huge fan of Tegan and Sara and of their music. To be honest I also might have a little crush on Sara. „Being 24 and having a crush on a band member." I said to myself, smiling into the mirror. Since my last relationship ended over one year ago I was rather lonely. Lonely in a social contact way, lonely in a not going out often enough way, lonely in a sexual way. Maybe liking Sara so much was just my way of coping with a torn up long-term relationship that I thought was going to last my whole life. I shaked my head reminding me once more not to go there now. I concentrated again on my clothes. I had chosen to wear my brown leather pointer shoes, my french cut yellow pants that gave my butt more than just a nice shape, a plain white shirt that was clinging thight to my upper body with a short button row in front and three-quarter long sleeves, over that a thin, dark purple college jacket I found in some scotch & soda store and loved ever since. I looked good enough I decided.
After 6 hours that felt like 6 days I finally found myself on the plane. Short after we were on cruising level and I kept myself busy with music, reading and eating. Sleeping, be it in a car, on a bus, a train or a plane isn't possible for me. I can't manage to fall asleep in a sitting position.
After landing at JFK customs and visa control went by suprisingly smooth. I searched my way to a cabstand and exhaustedly let myself fall into the leather back seat. The cab driver didn't talk much. That was more than fine with me. I was tired, dehydrated, my lips were burning from the dry air on the plane, I needed a shower I didn't need New York. Why did I get up at 2 AM?! I asked myself. After a long drive, during which I managed to at least lightly doze of several times, the cab stopped in front of a rather huge hotel. I was to overwhelmed with literally everything else around me to look up and maybe find the name of the hotel writen on the front of the building. I payed the driver, luckily remembering to give him a tip, got out of the car, took my two bags and shuffled towards the entrance of the hotel. Before I entered I decide to put on my Ray Ben sunglasses to hide my eyes that were puffy from the lack of sleep. The entrance hall was gigantic with a noble design in brown and dark yellow colors. I examined the wooden furniture and sharply dressed personnel. The floor was covered with sand-colored marble tiles. The atmosphere was vibrant. Left and right of me were people sitting in dark wooden chairs, enjoying some coffee, reading newspapers, maybe waiting for someone, or deepend in conversations. Other people were passing me by, rushing outside or coming in. The air was full of mumbling, the clattering of some dishes and rustling.
I just stand there and start to realize that I'm finally in New York. A small smile starts to form on my lips. Suddenly I hear a high voice calling „Laura!". I look to my left from where the sound came, searching for a maybe familiar face. I scan some faces, stopping for a second at a face not far away from me that is looking right at me. It looks famliar but it's not Annie. Since I'm not very good in recognizing faces in unfamliar surroundings I dismiss the thought that this lady right there looks exactly like Sara Quin quickly. „Laura!" the high voice calls again and suddenly Annie comes into my field of vision. She is making her way through the jumbled rows of chairs and people. Annie is a rather big girl and I wonder how I could miss her in the face place. I smile and my cheeks already start to hurt. I'm still standing there right in the middle of the huge entrance hall with my two bags and my sunglasses on, smiling away like there's no tomorrow. She finally reaches me and pulls me into an enthusiastic hug. My sunglasses fall of but I don't care. I'm so happy to see her again and so is she. „Laura! You're here! Oh you look great! I'm so happy!" she screeches.
„Hey!" I say. „Ugh Annie, I am so excited! It's so awesome to be here!"
„How was your flight? You're tired I bet."
„Well, I feel a bit exhausted but I'm fine really."
„Come on, let's get you your room. We can talk there!"
Before we can manage to turn and walk over to the reception I hear a soft „Excuse me?"
I look to my left and find my eyes on the face again that was looking back at me a few minutes ago. My face freezes for a second. With all my will power I bring myself to relax the muscles in my face, trying to keep a calm expression.
„I believe these are yours?" The woman in front of me says. She holds up my glasses and never breaks eye contact. Hazel brown eyes are staring into mine. My mouth opens a tiny bit. I need a second to collect the words in my head. „Oh...yeah...thank you." I say with a strange voice that doesn't seem to belong to me. My accent thicker than usual making me blush. I reach up with my hand and take my sunglasses from her. I smile shyly. She gives me a big smile back. Then she turns and walks back to her table. I get a full view of her. She was wearing some brown oxfords, blue skinny jeans, a striped shirt and, of course, her brown leather jacket. I just met Sara Quin! Fuck.