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Chapter 3
Rachel had gotten off the plane, but Ally was still following her as they searched for baggage claim.
Rachel [pointing to a spot right in front of them, a little over to the left]: There it is
Ally: Oh Rachel, what would I ever do with out you.
It turned out that having no sleep didn't affect Ally's perkiness. At all. After unloading her simple navy blue suitcase, and helping Ally off with her 3 Louis Vuitton ones, Rachel made her way over to the exit, Ally still trailing behind her. Ally: So is your cousin meeting you at the airport Rachel?
Rachel: My...
She suddenly remembered what she had told Ally last night.
Rachel: Oh no, I'm taking a cab to her place.
Ally: Don't be silly! You shouldn't have to pay for a cab, I'm sure we can have...oh whatever his name is drive you, he's picking me up, so I'm sure he can take you too.
Rachel: Okay...
They walked out through the double doors together, and they couldn't have been more different. Ally was tall, wearing an orange skirt and jacket suit with hair that was so blonde, you could tell that she probably dyed it every month. Her legs were stick thin, she probably only ate a salad for every meal every day of the year. She also had a lot of makeup on, perfectly applied as if by a professional stylist, along with her tall, stiletto heels that Rachel thought looked impossible to walk in. Rachel. Rachel was a different story. She was a little shorter, and petite. Her hair was a light brown color, with some carefully placed blonde highlights that her mother had let her get done for graduation that was a few months away. She was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a baggy white sweater; her baby blue eyes making her look beautiful in a very simple way. She was not loaded with expensive jewelry, just pearl earrings in that her father had bought her for Christmas that year. Suddenly Ally stopped and looked around.
Ally: Where is he? I can't see him. Oh wait, there he is!
She shrieked as she ran towards a man holding up a sign that said Ally. Rachel trailed along behind, not wanting to run as she was still exhausted from the flight. As she neared the man that Ally had practically thrown herself on, she gasped. There, standing right in front of her, was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He had dark brown eyes, with dark brown hair that flopped into his eyes. He was just wearing jeans and a white t- shirt, and looked incredibly handsome but that didn't matter to Rachel. He was Ally's, and she could tell right now that Ally wouldn't let anything go without a fight.
Ally: Oh sorry. Um... this is Rachel. Rachel this is...
Rachel bit her lip, feeling sorry for the man standing at Ally's side.
Joey: It's Joey.
Rachel [softly]: Hi
Joey looked at for a moment. She was so different from Ally, the "obvious" beauty. She had a subtle beauty about her, the way her light brown hair fell about her shoulders, a little messy from the flight, and the way the airport lighting shone down on the carefully placed blonde highlights in her hair. And her eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes that you could just get lost in. He shook his head. What was he doing? His parents had worked so hard to set him up with this woman from America. There was no way he could make these feelings known.
Joey: Hey.
Ally [noticing the way Joey was looking at Rachel, but trying to ignore it]: Right. Well...Joey, I said to Rachel that we could give her a ride to her cousins house, she's staying there as part of a foreign exchange student program.
Joey: Yea sure, that's fine.
Rachel [shyly]: Thanks
Joey: No problem.
The three of them started to walk out of the airport, making their way over to a red pickup truck that said "Joey Sr.'s Bakery" on the side. She saw Ally cringe as Joey tossed her suitcases into the back of the pickup truck, and as she sat down in the battered passenger's seat inside.
Ally: Oh sorry Rachel, I guess that means you'll have to sit in the back of the truck, is that okay?
Ally wanted her out of the car so she and Joey could have chance to talk, and she felt that Joey got distracted when Rachel was nearby.
Rachel: Yea, okay that's fine.
She pulled down the flap at the back of the trunk, and climbed in amongst all the luggage, leaning against the back window. Joey smiled at her, and shut his door, starting up the car. The silence was uncanny between Ally and Joey, as they had never really been alone together for that long. Rachel sat in the back, bumping along as they went over the dirt road leading to what must be Joey's neighborhood. She stared up at the stars illuminating the sky, it was so beautiful out in the countryside. They pulled up in front of a small, white house where an old woman was standing in the doorway waiting. "Joey!" she cried as she saw the pickup pulling into the gravel driveway. Joey got out, helped Ally out, and then walked round to where Rachel was in amongst the luggage. Rachel handed him each of the three suitcases that Ally had brought, and then sat back down in the corner.
Joey: I'll be back in a second to take you to your cousins. Crap, Rachel thought. She had completely forgotten about her "cousin" story. What was she going to tell Joey...
Joey: Okay I'm back. Here you can come ride the front this time.
She walked down to the edge of the trunk, and jumped off, walking around to the passenger side. She got in, and Joey turned the key asking
Joey: So where does your cousin live?
Think fast Rach!
Rachel: Um, just down this street and around the corner.
Joey: Oh okay, so that would be Calithia Road?
Rachel [smiling to herself]: That's the one.
They finally came across the road sign saying Calithia Road, and Joey stopped the engine, and took Rachel's hand, helping her out of the truck. He got her suitcase out of the back, and said to her
Joey: Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to her door?
Rachel [her voice a little shaky]: No, no that's fine. Thanks so much for the ride.
Joey: No problem.
He got back in the car and waited a minute as she walked down the road. Looking at the slow, unsure steps that she took, looking all around her, he realized that she probably had no idea where she was going, and for some reason had made up some story about having a cousin to Ally. He didn't know why, but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave her wandering the streets all night. A pretty young girl like her could get into trouble quickly. By this time Rachel had gotten about ¾ of the way down the road, so Joey started the engine and speeded after her. Hearing the sound of a car behind her, Rachel turned around to see the red pickup truck with Joey inside it. He pulled up along side her.
Rachel: What are you doing here?
Joey [a small smile on his face]: Well I had this feeling, just a feeling, that there might not be a cousin of yours living on this street, or any other for that matter.
Rachel: Sure she lives here.....
Joey [getting out of the car and walking around to stand in front of her]: Are you sure Rachel? Because young girls like you don't want to be wandering the country streets of Italy at night...it can get pretty dangerous.
Rachel glanced around quickly, getting more worried than she already was. And then for some reason, tears started to form in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks, as she began to talk,
Joey [gently]: Hey, don't cry, its okay, everything's going to be fine.
Rachel [sobbing]: No it's not going to be okay! I ran away from home and got on a plane to Italy with no where to stay. My parents fight all the time and they're probably going to get a divorce, so everything is not going to be fine.
Now she gave way into her tears, and felt Joey's warm arms envelope her, pressing her close to his body. He rubbed her back slowly and gently, as he sat them both down, leaning up against the streetlight. Rachel sat there crying on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, still rubbing her back in that same rhythmic, comforting motion.
Joey: Listen Rachel, don't worry about anything. You can... come stay at my house until...until you get something sorted out
Rachel [turning to him, her eyes still wet with tears]: Are you sure?
Joey [smiling comfortingly]: Yes, I'm sure. Now why don't we get up and head back to my house, Ally will be wondering what happened to me.
Chapter 3
Rachel had gotten off the plane, but Ally was still following her as they searched for baggage claim.
Rachel [pointing to a spot right in front of them, a little over to the left]: There it is
Ally: Oh Rachel, what would I ever do with out you.
It turned out that having no sleep didn't affect Ally's perkiness. At all. After unloading her simple navy blue suitcase, and helping Ally off with her 3 Louis Vuitton ones, Rachel made her way over to the exit, Ally still trailing behind her. Ally: So is your cousin meeting you at the airport Rachel?
Rachel: My...
She suddenly remembered what she had told Ally last night.
Rachel: Oh no, I'm taking a cab to her place.
Ally: Don't be silly! You shouldn't have to pay for a cab, I'm sure we can have...oh whatever his name is drive you, he's picking me up, so I'm sure he can take you too.
Rachel: Okay...
They walked out through the double doors together, and they couldn't have been more different. Ally was tall, wearing an orange skirt and jacket suit with hair that was so blonde, you could tell that she probably dyed it every month. Her legs were stick thin, she probably only ate a salad for every meal every day of the year. She also had a lot of makeup on, perfectly applied as if by a professional stylist, along with her tall, stiletto heels that Rachel thought looked impossible to walk in. Rachel. Rachel was a different story. She was a little shorter, and petite. Her hair was a light brown color, with some carefully placed blonde highlights that her mother had let her get done for graduation that was a few months away. She was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a baggy white sweater; her baby blue eyes making her look beautiful in a very simple way. She was not loaded with expensive jewelry, just pearl earrings in that her father had bought her for Christmas that year. Suddenly Ally stopped and looked around.
Ally: Where is he? I can't see him. Oh wait, there he is!
She shrieked as she ran towards a man holding up a sign that said Ally. Rachel trailed along behind, not wanting to run as she was still exhausted from the flight. As she neared the man that Ally had practically thrown herself on, she gasped. There, standing right in front of her, was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He had dark brown eyes, with dark brown hair that flopped into his eyes. He was just wearing jeans and a white t- shirt, and looked incredibly handsome but that didn't matter to Rachel. He was Ally's, and she could tell right now that Ally wouldn't let anything go without a fight.
Ally: Oh sorry. Um... this is Rachel. Rachel this is...
Rachel bit her lip, feeling sorry for the man standing at Ally's side.
Joey: It's Joey.
Rachel [softly]: Hi
Joey looked at for a moment. She was so different from Ally, the "obvious" beauty. She had a subtle beauty about her, the way her light brown hair fell about her shoulders, a little messy from the flight, and the way the airport lighting shone down on the carefully placed blonde highlights in her hair. And her eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes that you could just get lost in. He shook his head. What was he doing? His parents had worked so hard to set him up with this woman from America. There was no way he could make these feelings known.
Joey: Hey.
Ally [noticing the way Joey was looking at Rachel, but trying to ignore it]: Right. Well...Joey, I said to Rachel that we could give her a ride to her cousins house, she's staying there as part of a foreign exchange student program.
Joey: Yea sure, that's fine.
Rachel [shyly]: Thanks
Joey: No problem.
The three of them started to walk out of the airport, making their way over to a red pickup truck that said "Joey Sr.'s Bakery" on the side. She saw Ally cringe as Joey tossed her suitcases into the back of the pickup truck, and as she sat down in the battered passenger's seat inside.
Ally: Oh sorry Rachel, I guess that means you'll have to sit in the back of the truck, is that okay?
Ally wanted her out of the car so she and Joey could have chance to talk, and she felt that Joey got distracted when Rachel was nearby.
Rachel: Yea, okay that's fine.
She pulled down the flap at the back of the trunk, and climbed in amongst all the luggage, leaning against the back window. Joey smiled at her, and shut his door, starting up the car. The silence was uncanny between Ally and Joey, as they had never really been alone together for that long. Rachel sat in the back, bumping along as they went over the dirt road leading to what must be Joey's neighborhood. She stared up at the stars illuminating the sky, it was so beautiful out in the countryside. They pulled up in front of a small, white house where an old woman was standing in the doorway waiting. "Joey!" she cried as she saw the pickup pulling into the gravel driveway. Joey got out, helped Ally out, and then walked round to where Rachel was in amongst the luggage. Rachel handed him each of the three suitcases that Ally had brought, and then sat back down in the corner.
Joey: I'll be back in a second to take you to your cousins. Crap, Rachel thought. She had completely forgotten about her "cousin" story. What was she going to tell Joey...
Joey: Okay I'm back. Here you can come ride the front this time.
She walked down to the edge of the trunk, and jumped off, walking around to the passenger side. She got in, and Joey turned the key asking
Joey: So where does your cousin live?
Think fast Rach!
Rachel: Um, just down this street and around the corner.
Joey: Oh okay, so that would be Calithia Road?
Rachel [smiling to herself]: That's the one.
They finally came across the road sign saying Calithia Road, and Joey stopped the engine, and took Rachel's hand, helping her out of the truck. He got her suitcase out of the back, and said to her
Joey: Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to her door?
Rachel [her voice a little shaky]: No, no that's fine. Thanks so much for the ride.
Joey: No problem.
He got back in the car and waited a minute as she walked down the road. Looking at the slow, unsure steps that she took, looking all around her, he realized that she probably had no idea where she was going, and for some reason had made up some story about having a cousin to Ally. He didn't know why, but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave her wandering the streets all night. A pretty young girl like her could get into trouble quickly. By this time Rachel had gotten about ¾ of the way down the road, so Joey started the engine and speeded after her. Hearing the sound of a car behind her, Rachel turned around to see the red pickup truck with Joey inside it. He pulled up along side her.
Rachel: What are you doing here?
Joey [a small smile on his face]: Well I had this feeling, just a feeling, that there might not be a cousin of yours living on this street, or any other for that matter.
Rachel: Sure she lives here.....
Joey [getting out of the car and walking around to stand in front of her]: Are you sure Rachel? Because young girls like you don't want to be wandering the country streets of Italy at night...it can get pretty dangerous.
Rachel glanced around quickly, getting more worried than she already was. And then for some reason, tears started to form in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks, as she began to talk,
Joey [gently]: Hey, don't cry, its okay, everything's going to be fine.
Rachel [sobbing]: No it's not going to be okay! I ran away from home and got on a plane to Italy with no where to stay. My parents fight all the time and they're probably going to get a divorce, so everything is not going to be fine.
Now she gave way into her tears, and felt Joey's warm arms envelope her, pressing her close to his body. He rubbed her back slowly and gently, as he sat them both down, leaning up against the streetlight. Rachel sat there crying on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, still rubbing her back in that same rhythmic, comforting motion.
Joey: Listen Rachel, don't worry about anything. You can... come stay at my house until...until you get something sorted out
Rachel [turning to him, her eyes still wet with tears]: Are you sure?
Joey [smiling comfortingly]: Yes, I'm sure. Now why don't we get up and head back to my house, Ally will be wondering what happened to me.