Let me explain somethings before you get started reading this chapter:
These characters are based on real people.
There are many inside jokes that I will explain before the chapter so please read them.
If you have any questions, please ask and I will answer them so everyone can get the jokes.
ENJOY
WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW: So, obviously, I am Claire. My friend Ashlie is moving to Washington next year and I wanted to write her a story since she loves the Avengers so much (Bucky in particular). My dream is to become a screenwriter so that is what has happened to me in the story. Ashlie and I both grew up in Georgetown, Texas. It's not that big of a town.
Chapter One: Claire's Attractive Male Friend
Meeting Claire in New York put a good size hole in her vacation budget, but she hadn't seen her in years. Ashlie walked into the 70 Park Avenue Hotel, her hands filled with bags.
As she waddled up to the front counter a young bellhop took some of her bags.
"Thank you." Ashlie shook the tension in her hand away. "Name?" The lady behind the counter typed away at a computer.
"Ashlie Mazulo."
"I.D. Please." Ashlie nodded. She dug through her purse until she found her wallet. She opened it, it was a mess.
"One sec." Ashlie dug some more, pulling out coupons and tissues. "it was a long and bumpy plane ride." Ashlie found a white card and handed it over. "Found it." She pushed her air behind her ear and smiled at the bellhop.
"Uh…ma'am. I'm going to need your driver's license. Not…East View High School lunch card." Ashlie laughed lightly and took back her card. The lady sighed as Ashlie kept digging through her purse. "Room 712, ma'am." Ashlie stopped digging and took the room key.
"Thank you."
Ashlie pressed the elevator button and tapped the wall in excitement. She lightly punched the wall and ran down the hallway.
She raced down the stairs, two at a time.
"Excited, Miss Ashlie?" The bellhop opened the door for her.
"I am very much," Ashlie read his name tag, "Sebastian. Thank you."
Ashlie saw Claire sitting alone at a table for four. She ran inside. Both girls screamed and hugged. They quieted down once they saw their audiences' reaction.
"I've missed you so much, Ashlie. How's college in Washington?" Ashlie took a seat.
"It's great, wonderful, perfect, awesome." Claire raised her eyebrows.
"That's a lot of adjectives." Claire handed over a coffee. Ashlie took a sip and sighed.
"Hey, Claire." A muscular man slid next to her. He wore old glasses and a baseball cap. "Who's your friend?"
"Steve, Ashlie. Ashlie, Steve." Ashlie reaches over the table and shook his hand.
"That…is a handshake. Nice to meet you." Steve smiled and Ashlie looked over at Claire.
I know she mouthed. "Pleasure is mine. Claire, I finished watching the Narnia series. I understand why you're upset. I wanted Peter and Susan to return too. Steve leaned forward, resting on his arms.
"Plus Susan is like the Hawkeye of the group." Ashlie sat a bit taller, intrigued about the new topic.
"Speaking of, Claire, have you seen any Avengers yet?" Claire laughed.
"I don't think the Avengers come to coffee shops, public ones anyway." Steve adjusted his hat, lower. Ashlie noticed the clench of his jaw, and thought maybe he was a die-hard Avenger fan.
Steve pulled out his phone. "I…have to go." Steve stood. "Claire, I'll see you here next week. Nice to meet you, Ashlie."
Ashlie stayed at the café with Claire until they had finished three cups of coffee. "Alright, Miss Screenwriter. Are you going to show me around NYC?" Claire zipped up her jacket and pulled her hair into a ponytail while she laughed.
"Oh, well, we can look stuff up on my phone. "I'm not good with directions." Ashlie looked at her disbelievingly, "this place is a lot bigger than Georgetown. And louder." Ashlie tied her scarf and they were engulfed in the cacophony of the New York City streets.
"How long have you lived here?" Ashlie asked.
"Next month will be a year. How time flies."
"Claire-" Ashlie smiled. It felt normal walking next to Claire, it felt natural. Ashlie was looking forward to a wonderful, relaxing vacation.
