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Freddy would call often and leave a message. Of course never checked back with him; I was too busy. Mom had to be sent to the hospital because she was so sick and I would spend most of my time there. She died two months later. Apparently Mom had a blood problem and if she had seeked treatment earlier, she would've lived longer. She was so stubborn though and going to a doctor was the last thing she would do.
I went on with my life and moved to Detroit to be closer to Katie. When Mom was sick, I wasn't able to finish school. I had to drop out to pay for the medical bills and had to sell most of her artwork to be able to survive myself. As for my own artwork, I couldn't start on anything. I didn't have the heart to.
When moving into my new apartment, I had been unpacking my things and found Freddy's phone number. I sat there for a week next to the phone with the scrap of paper infront of me, deciding whether or not I should dial the number. It was six months after we moved out. He big and famous now, traveling the world, and making millions of dollars. If I called, I would be just a little malfunction in his new life that didn't include me in it. So I took the paper, ripped it in a million pieces and threw it out the window, only to be pushed along by a strong breeze.
Katie and I would see Freddy on magazines and TV. It seemed that the whole world couldn't get enough of Zander. Our old friends from Horace Green would call to see if we'd heard from him, then we would comment about the latest tabloid article about him. Freddy was no longer in any of our lives. Though, I didn't know it would be a year and a half till I saw him again.
So here I am at the airport. Katie noticed I haven't been myself lately and insisted I should go away, take that trip to Europe like I had always wanted. The idea was great but I never got around to planning it, I was caught up in other things. So one night, Katie called me over to her place and she handed me an envelope.
"Here, you really deserve it." It was an airline ticket and a European tour pamphlet. "This would probably be a good time to apologize, Zack," as she nudged his side.
"Umm, yea. Well you see its not exactly would you wanted. Ah...heheh... I hope you like sausage and beer. "
The pamphlet was about Oktoberfest. "Well, I thought it be fun. " He said sheepishly.
Yea, if you're a guy. After the little concert fiasco with Katie, I stopped doing the whole heavy drinking-partying thing. When you wake up with a massive hangover, a cheesy tattoo, and a couple of five-dollar bills in autographed underwear, you begin to rethink about some of those actions. And after watching a documentary about a meat packing plant, sausage was definitely out of the question. The trip wasn't the journey of my dreams but it's the thought that counts. Though I think the only thought in Zack's head was alcohol and loads of schnitzel.
"Look it's cool. I'm going on vacation; that's all that matters. I don't need to drink at Oktoberfest while I'm there. Germany's a great place and I'll get to see that piece of artwork that my mom has at a museum there. And I'll get to be in London for one night. Who knows? Maybe I'll stay a week longer and go on my own tour to another city like, Paris or Rome. Really, this is great. Thank you guys." I gave them both a hug and started to pack.
They drove me to the airport the next day. We said our good-byes and Katie gave me a big hug. "Look don't think...about things. Just have fun okay and call me as soon as you land, alright?"
"You guys just look after each other and just remember to pick me up. I don't wanna be stuck here and spend the night at the airport."
" Oh my god! It was only one time. I said I was sorry!" exclaimed Zack. I walked in and waved back at the two of them. This was the first time I would be away from them for a while. They were all I had.
Now I'm here sitting in coach in what has to be the oldest plane I've ever ridden on and I'm not even sure if it can make it all the way to England. I decide to scan the safety handbook just in case. I was a nervous flyer. Never enjoyed planes. Kids are always crying and people hog the armrest. Luckily I had an aisle seat, like I had asked. I kept reading the handbook when a bag from the compartment above me hit my head and landed in my lap. Suddenly a sharp, pounding pain started on my forehead and felt a small bump on my head, which started to become a slightly bigger bump. A stewardess came by my seat and asked if I was all right. "I've got a bump on my fore head."
"Ooh, yes you do. A pretty big one. I'll move you up front so that we can keep an eye on you." She took my stuff and we started to move out of coach into the business section. We're moving on up! Nice. But then she kept walking...
Right into first class! Yes! Thank you huge lump!
I looked around at the twenty seats and realized five were filled. "I'm Jenny by the way, I'll just get you something to drink and snack on. Take a seat."
And that I did. I sunk into the plush leather seat. Now, this I can get used to. I looked around at the other people around me who were dressed in the latest and most expensive fashion. I took a look at my clothes: Cargo pants, white wife-beater, an old denim jacket, and flip-flops, suddenly wishing I looked more decent.
I noticed the denim jacket that was worn by the guy infront of me. He was the most casual out of all the other wealthy passengers. His jacket looked like mine but was probably distressed by hand and worth a billion times more than mine did. Then I noticed something written on the tag that was sticking out of his collar and leaned in to read it. That's when Jenny came back with fruit on a plate and ginger ale in a glass. Wow. Very fancy!
I smiled back at her only to meet her angry frown. Great. I was in my seat for about nine minutes and already I was in trouble.
" If you're gonna bother the other passengers, I'm going to have to move you back." She continues to lecture me when the guy infront turns around to see the commotion.
"Oh God," I say a little too loudly. He just keeps staring. "That's it!" Jenny hisses and I'm pretty sure she's going to kick me out of first class. The guy continues to stare right at me.
It's Freddy.
