While waiting in the airport pick up area outside, Alana wasn't even paying
attention to any of the cars or people passing by, she couldn't help but
think of the new friend she had made while out in California, he had told
her that if he were ever in New York, he'd call her, she never bothered
mentioning that she had a boyfriend, it just seemed unimportant at the
time.
After dreaming about it for another five minutes or so, she looked at
her watch, 10:30. She arrived at 9:00. Assuming that Chris may have
mistaken her flight for another, she decided to wait just a little longer,
then give him a call, this had been the third time he forgot her there in 2
months, when she went to Italy to visit her parents, when she went to
Arizona to visit her sister, and her new niece, and now. She thought it was
kind of strange that he didn't want to go on any of the trips with her,
though all he had to say about it was "I've got work."
11:30, Chris hadn't picked up his cell phone, and no one picked up at their apartment, and the NYPD officer she spoke to informed her he wasn't working that night. 'He must be in bed.' She thought to herself. She walked to the curb and got a taxi. As she put her things in the trunk of the yellow cab, she became overcome with anger, she was sick of the way he was treating her.
She walked up to the elevator, and put her things in, along with herself. As it reached her floor, she started to really wonder what he was doing that he wasn't picking up the phone, midnight was actually early for him to be asleep. She walked to the door and set her suitcase down, it took her a minute to find the key, but she soon did, and entered the apartment, all of the lights were out, no one was home. She turned on the lights and walked over to the answering machine, no messages, 'oh well,' she thought 'I have no idea where he is now.' She walked over to the couch sat down and turned on the T.V. She would watch some television, then go to bed, just like she did when she lived by herself, it wasn't really any different now, he was always working late, or Barry needed to talk to him, or something so he wasn't home.
9:34am the clock read, Chris was lying next to Jill at her apartment, in her bed, wondering what it was he had to do, there was something, he just couldn't remember what. "Oh well." He said aloud. "What?" Jill said turning to face him. "Nothing." "Oh, alright." She answered, "Oh, I'd been meaning to ask you, when is Alana coming home, because you need to talk to her. Remember?" "Yeah...oh..." Chris said sounding very unhappy suddenly. "What?" Jill asked sitting up. "I was supposed to pick up Alana at the airport, I've got to go, bye!" He said all of this as he jumped up put on his pants and shirt and ran out the door.
Chris ran up to the door of his apartment, unlocked it, and burst in. The T.V. was off, there wasn't any noise, did she leave? He made his way down the hall to the bedroom, no one was there. He checked the bathroom, and the living room, no one anywhere, he walked into the kitchen, and noticed a message on the answering machine it was Claire, she had invited he and Alana over for lunch that day, he knew that was where Alana went He ran out the door, yet again, and started on his way to Claire's house. She lived about three hours from New York, in Massachusetts, some small city named "Chicopee." As he pulled up in the driveway, he saw Alana's car parked in it. She was still there. By then, it was about 1:00pm. Alana walked out the door Claire close behind, she looked happy, until she saw him. Her face turned from smiling and happy to an angry look, that only meant she really did have enough. "Hey!" Chris said, approaching Alana. "I'll see you later Claire." She said "Bye!" Claire replied happily. Alana made her way quickly to her car, opened the door, and was about to get in when Chris grabbed her arm. "Let me go." She said in a monotone kind of way. "C'mon, what's wrong." Chris said turning her towards him. "You know damn well what's wrong, and I'm sick of this, I'm sick of you. I'm done with you. It's over between us, I want you out before next week." "What?!?" Chris said holding her arm tighter, "Look I think that you may be a little tired, and-" "No." Alana said looking right into his eyes, "I am sick of the way you treat me, I've put up with it for a couple months now, and I'm done, do you understand what I am saying?" "You're dumping me?" Chris said losing his grip on her arm. "Exactly." She said, then got into her car, and drove away. "So..." Claire said, looking over at Chris, "I think you've got some explaining to do." Chris just stood there, looking at the spot where Alana stood. He never believed she would do it, he figured she was so taken with him that nothing would make her leave. "I guess I was wrong." He said out loud to himself. Claire then walked over and pulled him into the house, he needed to sit down.
11:30, Chris hadn't picked up his cell phone, and no one picked up at their apartment, and the NYPD officer she spoke to informed her he wasn't working that night. 'He must be in bed.' She thought to herself. She walked to the curb and got a taxi. As she put her things in the trunk of the yellow cab, she became overcome with anger, she was sick of the way he was treating her.
She walked up to the elevator, and put her things in, along with herself. As it reached her floor, she started to really wonder what he was doing that he wasn't picking up the phone, midnight was actually early for him to be asleep. She walked to the door and set her suitcase down, it took her a minute to find the key, but she soon did, and entered the apartment, all of the lights were out, no one was home. She turned on the lights and walked over to the answering machine, no messages, 'oh well,' she thought 'I have no idea where he is now.' She walked over to the couch sat down and turned on the T.V. She would watch some television, then go to bed, just like she did when she lived by herself, it wasn't really any different now, he was always working late, or Barry needed to talk to him, or something so he wasn't home.
9:34am the clock read, Chris was lying next to Jill at her apartment, in her bed, wondering what it was he had to do, there was something, he just couldn't remember what. "Oh well." He said aloud. "What?" Jill said turning to face him. "Nothing." "Oh, alright." She answered, "Oh, I'd been meaning to ask you, when is Alana coming home, because you need to talk to her. Remember?" "Yeah...oh..." Chris said sounding very unhappy suddenly. "What?" Jill asked sitting up. "I was supposed to pick up Alana at the airport, I've got to go, bye!" He said all of this as he jumped up put on his pants and shirt and ran out the door.
Chris ran up to the door of his apartment, unlocked it, and burst in. The T.V. was off, there wasn't any noise, did she leave? He made his way down the hall to the bedroom, no one was there. He checked the bathroom, and the living room, no one anywhere, he walked into the kitchen, and noticed a message on the answering machine it was Claire, she had invited he and Alana over for lunch that day, he knew that was where Alana went He ran out the door, yet again, and started on his way to Claire's house. She lived about three hours from New York, in Massachusetts, some small city named "Chicopee." As he pulled up in the driveway, he saw Alana's car parked in it. She was still there. By then, it was about 1:00pm. Alana walked out the door Claire close behind, she looked happy, until she saw him. Her face turned from smiling and happy to an angry look, that only meant she really did have enough. "Hey!" Chris said, approaching Alana. "I'll see you later Claire." She said "Bye!" Claire replied happily. Alana made her way quickly to her car, opened the door, and was about to get in when Chris grabbed her arm. "Let me go." She said in a monotone kind of way. "C'mon, what's wrong." Chris said turning her towards him. "You know damn well what's wrong, and I'm sick of this, I'm sick of you. I'm done with you. It's over between us, I want you out before next week." "What?!?" Chris said holding her arm tighter, "Look I think that you may be a little tired, and-" "No." Alana said looking right into his eyes, "I am sick of the way you treat me, I've put up with it for a couple months now, and I'm done, do you understand what I am saying?" "You're dumping me?" Chris said losing his grip on her arm. "Exactly." She said, then got into her car, and drove away. "So..." Claire said, looking over at Chris, "I think you've got some explaining to do." Chris just stood there, looking at the spot where Alana stood. He never believed she would do it, he figured she was so taken with him that nothing would make her leave. "I guess I was wrong." He said out loud to himself. Claire then walked over and pulled him into the house, he needed to sit down.