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Jenna called it pure luck, destiny, fate. She said it was meant to happen. Or else it wouldn't have. It just wouldn't have.
Andie had a slightly different outlook on it. She called it coincidence. It had to be. Something as silly as two strangers running (and literally running) into each other on the sidewalk, thinking a cab on the corner of 5th and 12th had stopped for both of them couldn't have possibly been decided up in the heavens. That was just ridiculous.
That was a weird way to meet your new best friend, but that's how Andie Anderson and Jenna Flamhaff did it that "fateful" spring day in Manhattan. That's how this story begins, right after both of their separate stories ended.
Andie lived on the corner of 5th and 12th in a big brownstone apartment building. It was a really nice place to live, and Andie really liked it, but today was moving day. Today she was moving into her fiancé's apartment. His name was Benjamin Barry, and he was the absolute love of her life.
Jenna didn't live in the city; she lived outside the city in the Burbs with the love of her life, Matt. There was a time where she felt like she lived in Manhattan, but Matt and Jenna loved the three weeks they had so far spent in their new little house.
It was a little before one in the afternoon when both Jenna and Andie stepped onto the sidewalk and began to scoured the street for a taxi. Andie was leaving her apartment for the last time; Jenna was in New York on a shopping trip for Matt's birthday.
A yellow taxi went by as slowly as New York taxis can possibly go. Both Andie and Jenna gave a loud whistle and ran for the halted cab.
Then either fate stepped in or a coincidence occurred, but at that moment. . .
SMACK!
Andie and Jenna collided and fell onto the pavement.
The Brooklyn-accented cab driver stuck his head out the window. "Youse two broads okay?"
Jenna got off the ground faster and mumbled, "Oh yea. I'm fine," as she brushed off her skirt. Then she saw Andie on the ground under Jenna's mountain of Bloomindales's shopping bags and rushed to help her up.
"Oh my goodness! I am SO sorry about this!" Jenna pulled a flustered Andie to her feet and bent down to pick up her Prada bag and all its contents that had gone askew.
"Oh, that's fine," said Andie when she realized what happened. She dropped to her knees to help Jenna. "I didn't even see you coming."
Jenna giggled and looked up at this stranger. She immediately recognized her face.
"Wow!" she said in astonishment. "I know you! You're Andie Anderson, the How-To Girl from 'Composure' magazine!" She handed Andie her purse, everything back inside, as they stood up.
Andie gave Jenna a flattered smile. "Actually, it's former How-To Girl," she said, pushing her light blonde hair out of her face.
"Well, Andie it's an honor to meet you," Jenna said happily. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Jenna Flamhaff. I'm a journalist."
Andie shook her hand. "Really? Where do you work?"
Jenna looked down and pretended to search her shopping bag for any missing items. "Um, well I'm looking for work at the moment."
Andie picked up a Jenna's purse and handed it to her. "Yea, unemployment sucks. Believe me, I know the feeling."
Jenna looked at the blonde in disbelief. "You are out of work?"
"Sadly," Andie replied, "but I'm okay. After I get married in a couple of weeks, I have an interview with 'New York' magazine, so I'm crossing my fingers." She did the gesture.
"Ay, one of you girls gettin' in da cab?" said the driver. "I'm letting someone else in or else."
Andie looked at her watch. "You take it," she offered Jenna. "I'll just get another one."
Jenna shook her head. "No, no, you take it."
Andie shook her head right back. "No, I'm fine."
"One of you get in, please," the driver said impatiently.
"Why don't we share?" they said in unison. They laughed and both slid into the cab, making sure that nothing was forgotten.
That was the start of a beautiful and unique friendship.
Like it? Does it suck? Hope not. Oh well. Not proofread. Didn't have time. Much love to reviewers.
Keep it Heavenly,
( Goddess4LiFe
Jenna called it pure luck, destiny, fate. She said it was meant to happen. Or else it wouldn't have. It just wouldn't have.
Andie had a slightly different outlook on it. She called it coincidence. It had to be. Something as silly as two strangers running (and literally running) into each other on the sidewalk, thinking a cab on the corner of 5th and 12th had stopped for both of them couldn't have possibly been decided up in the heavens. That was just ridiculous.
That was a weird way to meet your new best friend, but that's how Andie Anderson and Jenna Flamhaff did it that "fateful" spring day in Manhattan. That's how this story begins, right after both of their separate stories ended.
Andie lived on the corner of 5th and 12th in a big brownstone apartment building. It was a really nice place to live, and Andie really liked it, but today was moving day. Today she was moving into her fiancé's apartment. His name was Benjamin Barry, and he was the absolute love of her life.
Jenna didn't live in the city; she lived outside the city in the Burbs with the love of her life, Matt. There was a time where she felt like she lived in Manhattan, but Matt and Jenna loved the three weeks they had so far spent in their new little house.
It was a little before one in the afternoon when both Jenna and Andie stepped onto the sidewalk and began to scoured the street for a taxi. Andie was leaving her apartment for the last time; Jenna was in New York on a shopping trip for Matt's birthday.
A yellow taxi went by as slowly as New York taxis can possibly go. Both Andie and Jenna gave a loud whistle and ran for the halted cab.
Then either fate stepped in or a coincidence occurred, but at that moment. . .
SMACK!
Andie and Jenna collided and fell onto the pavement.
The Brooklyn-accented cab driver stuck his head out the window. "Youse two broads okay?"
Jenna got off the ground faster and mumbled, "Oh yea. I'm fine," as she brushed off her skirt. Then she saw Andie on the ground under Jenna's mountain of Bloomindales's shopping bags and rushed to help her up.
"Oh my goodness! I am SO sorry about this!" Jenna pulled a flustered Andie to her feet and bent down to pick up her Prada bag and all its contents that had gone askew.
"Oh, that's fine," said Andie when she realized what happened. She dropped to her knees to help Jenna. "I didn't even see you coming."
Jenna giggled and looked up at this stranger. She immediately recognized her face.
"Wow!" she said in astonishment. "I know you! You're Andie Anderson, the How-To Girl from 'Composure' magazine!" She handed Andie her purse, everything back inside, as they stood up.
Andie gave Jenna a flattered smile. "Actually, it's former How-To Girl," she said, pushing her light blonde hair out of her face.
"Well, Andie it's an honor to meet you," Jenna said happily. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Jenna Flamhaff. I'm a journalist."
Andie shook her hand. "Really? Where do you work?"
Jenna looked down and pretended to search her shopping bag for any missing items. "Um, well I'm looking for work at the moment."
Andie picked up a Jenna's purse and handed it to her. "Yea, unemployment sucks. Believe me, I know the feeling."
Jenna looked at the blonde in disbelief. "You are out of work?"
"Sadly," Andie replied, "but I'm okay. After I get married in a couple of weeks, I have an interview with 'New York' magazine, so I'm crossing my fingers." She did the gesture.
"Ay, one of you girls gettin' in da cab?" said the driver. "I'm letting someone else in or else."
Andie looked at her watch. "You take it," she offered Jenna. "I'll just get another one."
Jenna shook her head. "No, no, you take it."
Andie shook her head right back. "No, I'm fine."
"One of you get in, please," the driver said impatiently.
"Why don't we share?" they said in unison. They laughed and both slid into the cab, making sure that nothing was forgotten.
That was the start of a beautiful and unique friendship.
Like it? Does it suck? Hope not. Oh well. Not proofread. Didn't have time. Much love to reviewers.
Keep it Heavenly,
( Goddess4LiFe