OK, I finally updated! I hope you guys like this chapter, it isn't my best work.
I waved goodbye to my parents for the last time, and climbed in the taxi that was waiting impatiently on the driveway to chauffeur us to the Los Angeles airport.
I paid the driver once we'd arrived there, and pulled our luggage out of the spacious trunk.
We wheeled our belongings through the terminals, till we found the right one.
We were over two hours early.
The flight was scheduled to leave at 6:32, and it was only 4:00 now.
Two hours and fourteen pretzels later, our plane was called to board.
It was early- a pleasant surprise.
In New York it was raining, and the weather was immensely different from the sunny skies and 80 degree weather I was used to in California.
It hit me like a brick.
The second I stepped out of the airport, I was standing in the middle of terrible traffic, taxis, and limos, and cars, ten times worse than L.A.
I wasn't in my familiar hometown anymore.
This was New York.
The highway was blocked for miles, as far as I could see back, and in front, as well.
We were renting a large flat in the nice part of town.
The ride was what seemed like forever, and it didn't help that the flat was already an hour away, not counting the insane traffic.
It was about midnight when we finally reached 'home'.
We slept in makeshift beds for the night- tiny, over-cramped sleeping bags- and fell asleep right away.
The next morning, after scarfing down a quick breakfast of whatever was the first thing we found in our cluttered bags, which, unfortunately, all of our stuff was in. I had to dig through four boxes just to find my toothbrush.
In the morning, we set up what little furnishings we had, and went out to buy more.
When we came back, we were tired, and hungry- we'd skipped lunch.
The lot of items we bought were arriving tomorrow.
Neither of us felt like making anything to eat, or try to locate anything in the black hole that we now called our house.
So, we settled on going to McDonalds.
The next morning, at six A.M, the doorbell rang.
Or tried to, It sounded more like a moan than anything else.
I shook myself up, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
I walked from my room to open the door.
On the doorstep stood a young, cheerful young man.
"Hi- we're here to drop off the furniture you and a Ms. Selena Gomez made yesterday at Gallery Furniture. I'll go unload the truck."
While he walked back to the Fed-Ex truck, I walked into her room, and shook Selena awake.
"Come on- help me set up the furniture,"
She got up, and walked to the front door.
The man was just walking back, another young person helping him with the large boxes.
I held the door open for them, while Selena went down to give them a hand.
After everything that was ours was unloaded, we took the items out of their cardboard boxes, and began to set them up.
"Damn it!" I cried out in pain when I lost my grip on my end of the white leather couch, and the wooden leg fell on my foot.
I pried the couch up, and set it down, pulling off my right tennis shoe to expect the damage.
There wasn't much, just a big patch of red where the couch landed.
Selena giggled.
I rolled my eyes.
When all the furniture that was delivered had been set up, and we were content with what it looked like, we collapsed on the couch, exhausted.
By now it was dinnertime, so we took showers, and ate out again.
The next year, we'd made it a New Years tradition to go to Times Square and watch the show.
It was December 31, 2011, and we were getting ready to go to Times Square, which was conveniently only a fifteen minute walk away.
So, putting on our biggest coats, we trudged outside into the falling flurries of the light, crystal snow.
By now in California, it would probably be in the sixties. I would walk out to get the paper at this time of the year in shorts and a t-shirt.
The snow immediately layered my black coat in a blanket of snowy white.
It was negative three degrees at the moment, and Selena and I weren't used to it.
Not at all.
Most of the night had already passed, and it was now 11:59.
The noise was slowly inching higher and higher, as was the excitement buzzing through the crowd.
The long hand on the clock slowly ticked the seconds by, coming closer and closer to the new year.
"10....9....8....7....6....5....4....3....2....1! Happy New Year!" Everyone chanted in unison.
Fireworks fired into the sky, and burst in mid-air, and sparks of all colors rained down.
The huge, silver ball dropped from up high in the deep sky, and a new one, this time bigger and brighter than the last, took it's place.
People were caught up in the New Year, blowing on kazoos and waving streamers in the air.
The last set of fireworks went off, and that was it.
2011 was over.
And so was every chance I had of meeting Nick again, for by now, there was no chance he remembered me.
It was two years since we'd both graduated college, and six years since we'd last seen each other.
Who knows?
He could be married, and have a family that he cared about way more than he ever cared about me.
I looked at a star shooting across the sky, and took my chance to make a wish.
I wish that we'd meet again, Nick and I, that God will give us One Last Chance.
OK, this one wasn't that long. Only two and a half pages on Word. I'm thinking that the next chapter will be ten times better, but don't be disappointed if I decide to wait another chapter or two for 'it' to happen. You can probably guess what 'it' is! So, the usual. Read, Review, Oh, and a subscription would be nice, too!
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