I Wish I was The Rain

Chapter 2.

"Want to get some Italian?" he said, and he raked a hand through his curly black hair.

"Love to. I know a little place around the corner..." I said, and started walking, him right beside me. "You still take photos? I thought you wanted to be a photographer."

"Well, it was more of a hobby than a profession. I still do take pictures sometimes, but I don't want to lose the fun I have with it." And, just as he said it, took up the camera and snapped a picture with a little girl hugging her Mother's legs. "But... I think I like managing better anyway." Craig smiled down at me. I was tall, but he was at least a head taller than me. Amazing.

"Are you still single?" he said, casually. "Or are you still on and offing with Sean?"

"No," I said, smiling. "Sean and I are just friends now. But I do have a boyfriend... his name is Anthony. What about you?"

"Oh, I have a fiancée. Do you remember Heather Sinclair?"

Heather Sinclair? Please don't tell me... I thought everyone hated her!

"Don't tell me Heather Sinclair is your fiancée."

"Then I won't!" He chuckled, he was amused by my shock. "We've been going out for two years now, and I popped the question about... oh, three months ago."

"Congratulations," I said, pulling open the door to Fazoli's. "I hope you two will be very happy together."

"Thanks, I'm sure we will be."

It was hard to say anything; we hadn't talked since my senior year of High School. But this unexplainable pang of jealousy coursed through my brain when he said that he was engaged.

Craig had snuck me into an eighth grade dance when I was only in seventh. Craig who snuck out of school with me to find my biological father. Craig who danced with me at Joey's wedding a long time ago. Craig who's Angela's step-brother. Craig, Craig, Craig.

And this was all very new to me, and I hated it. Things with Anthony Prewitt, (my boyfriend) were finally picking up. He asked me to come over this weekend. I sat down at the table the host seated us at.

"...started?" Craig finished. I snapped out of my reverie.

"Sorry. Daydreaming. I do that a lot lately. What were you saying?"

"I asked if you wanted to get started."

Started? With what? Oh, the interview. I dug around my pockets and pulled out a pen and...

"Crap! I forgot my Legal Pad!"

"It's okay. Just use a napkin, they're just paper." He handed one to me, then in a quick, fluid motion, he took up the camera, fiddled with it, and then took a picture of my hand with the pen. I sat there, dazed.

"Right."

..

I arrived back at The Daily Voice after dinner with Craig. Anthony was leaning against my office door. Did he always lean like that? He was so overbearing.

"Hey, Emmy," He simpered. I smiled, weakly. I hated his nicknames.

"Hey," I said, walking in my office, and leaving the door open for Anthony. I silently hoped I that he wouldn't follow. He did. "I finished the interview for Mr. Alband. You didn't tell me that Craig Manning was the manager for EmaginE."

"I didn't think it would matter." He said, picking up the Niagara Falls picture. I pressed the napkin I'd written the interview on into his hand. "Great. Since you know the manager, maybe you can secure more interviews for us."

I had planned to meet him with Heather Sinclair tomorrow at Degrassi Street. The original plan was to bring Anthony along, but if he was going to act like this to Craig, I would refuse to bring him. I decided not to mention it.

"Craig is my friend. I won't use his popularity and position to further my own career."

"You need some ambition."

Just what the doctor ordered. I raced out of the office.

I want to be alone.

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A/N:

Thanks for all of the reviews! =3

Sorry to piss you off with the songs! The title song was to stress the mood, and the review song was to guilt trip you into reviewing. (By the way, I forgot to add in the melody, but it was 'All That Jazz' from Chicago) I'm not going to be doing them much.

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