Gypsy, woke up... where was she? What had happened last night? She immediately sat up, memories flooding her brain. Silently tears cascaded down her cheeks... looking around she realized that she had fallen asleep in an alley way. She hugged herself tightly wishing for all the emotional hurt to go away, silently whispering, "I loved ya so much, but it wasn't evah meant ta be." She imagined Race still standing in front of her, she thought of the first time they met...
Flash back:
She was sitting along the edge of the lake, her feet in the water, until a large gust of wind, blew her precious Newsboy cap away. Quickly she jumped up, chasing it... then a boy of seventeen, with dark hair snatched it out of mid-air... walking up to the girl, he bowed and handed her cap back, "I assume this cap belongs to the lovely mademoiselle." Playing along, Gypsy curtsied to him, "Yes monsieur, it does." They both laughed. "Well, would she like to accompany for lunch?" asked Race. Gypsy smiled and said, "The hat does not, but I would." Race mock solemnly extended his hand, and Gypsy took it, and together they went down to Tibby's, like a King and Queen.
End Flash back...
But that was all over now, everything. She wiped away the last of her tears, and stood up, not knowing where she was going, she let her feet lead her wherever. The sun was strong, it beat down upon her back... she heard a whistle in her direction, Gypsy blushed as she looked up in the direction of the whistle... a handsome boy, not tall, but not small, dark beetle black eyes, and sandy hair. She gave a small wave, but continued on her way. The boy didn't give up so easily, he ran after her, and grabbed her shoulder, "Hey!" he said brightly, "You look kind of lost." Gypsy nodded, "That would be because I am lost." The boy surveyed her, "Well, dis is Brooklyn here, not a good place to be lost... by the way, who are you?" Gypsy looked up at the sky, then answered, "GypsyRose... most just call me Gypsy." The boy tried to smile at her, "Da name's Colt45, most just call me Colt." Gypsy smiled, "Like the gun, Colt45!" she asked. "Yup." Said Colt.