"What?" Robbie asked into his phone. He was sitting in his room, the only light was coming from the moon, high in the sky on the warm June night. It was the summer after he had graduated from Hollywood Arts High School.
"I was offered an internship in Paris." The girl's voice on the other side sounded happy, but there was a hint of sandess there too. "And not the one in Texas either. The one in France."
"Paris?" He asked. He really didn't know what to say to her. He didn't want her to leave town, much less the country.
"Yeah." She breathed on the other line. "I leave in the morning."
"In the morning!? Do I even get to spend time with you before you leave?" He asked.
"Well, that's why I was calling. If you want to meet me at the air port, I leave tomorrow morning at nine." She said softly. Robbie sighed. It was better than nothing.
"I'll be there." He hung up and threw the phone onto his floor. This was not how he wanted to say goodbye. He wanted more time than 30 minutes at the airport, and more privacy than the lounge filled with a hundered people. But at least he got that much.

Or so he thought. He woke up and looked at his alarm clock. It didn't go off like he had wanted it to. It was 8:30. She left in a half hour. He sprung to life, getting dressed faster than he ever had before. He didn't bother with his hair, and skipped breakfast. He grabbed his keys and ran out the door. The air port was twenty minutes away. If he hurried he could get there before she left. But his car wasn't starting.
"Come on, come on." He desperately tried to turn the key, but the car wouldn't start. "Damn battery." He pounded his fist on the steering wheel. He would have to try and catch a cab. He yanked his keys out of the ignition, threw the door open, and took off running down the street. He tried calling her, but she didn't answer. It took him a few minutes, but he finally spotted a cab. He waved it over.
"The air port, and hurry, please." Robbie said. The cab driver sped off down the road.
"Uh, sorry, the blvd. is closed. We have to take a detor. It'll be an extra ten minutes. Won't charge you." The driver said.
"No." Robbie whispered. He handed the cab driver the money he owed for the couple of streets and sprung out of the car. He ran as fast as he could down the closed road. If he ran fast enough, maybe, just maybe he could catch her. His heart raced and his legs felt like they were on fire, but he couldn't stop, he had to catch her before she got on the plane. When the air port came into sight, his adrenaline pumped. He ran faster than he thought he could. He tore into the air port, ran through the building. It took him a few minutes to get through security, and he took off trough the people, leaving his shoes and his jacket back at the security gate. He could see her by her gate. She was just about to board the plane. She was showing the woman her passport and was just about to get on the plane.
"Cat!" He yelled as loud as he could, but she didn't turn around. He ran to the front of the line.
"Cat!" He yelled into the tunnel. But she come back out.
"I'm sorry sir, do you have a ticket?" The attendant asked. But Robbie couldn't speak. He couldn't move. All he could do was think about the little red head walking out of his life. He pulled out his pear phone and tried calling her again.
"Robbie?" Cat asked on the other line.
"Cat, I am so sorry. My alarm didn't go off, then my car wouldn't start, and the blvd. was closed, and I had to run here. I'm standing by the gate." He explained.
"Really? Miss, I forgot something in the lounge, can I go back?"
"No, sorry, were about to take off."
"But, this is really important."
"You need to hang up the phone." Robbie could hear the shuffle of the flight attendent walking through coach halls.
"I can't get off the plane Robbie. I don't have time. I have to get to Paris on this flight to get there on time." Cat said sadly.
"I understand. Call me when you land, please." Robbie said.
"I will. I have to go, the flight attendant is coming back."
"Bye, Kitty Cat." Robbie mumbled.
"Bye, Robbie." Cat hung up. Robbie let his phone fall to his side.
"Excuse me, Sir? Do you have a flight ticket?" The woman at the desk repeated.
"No, but can I get one? How much are they?" He asked.
"2092$, Sir. But you would have to get the next flight at the front desk." She pointed in the direction of the security gate where Robbie had left his shoes.
"I can't affored that." Robbie mumbled to himself, walking back toward the security gate. He didn't think he would get very far with the 48.75$ in his bank account. But he had to go see her. He called the next best person.
"Hey, Andre, I need a big favor." Robbie said when Andre picked up.