Chapter 2
Meanwhile, back in Boston…
Dan's POV
I sat on the couch, flipping through random TV channels. It was 10:30 on Sunday morning, and I was facing a problem. I had absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to go. Basically, I was dying of boredom.
"I'm bored," I finally said, directing my words to the kitchen on my right where I knew Nellie was currently cooking.
"Get a job," she called back. I shook my head and groaned. It was just like Nellie to say something like that.
Suddenly I heard loud footsteps on the second floor, and then on the stairs, rushing down. After a few seconds, Tammy burst into the living room.
Tammy was Nellie's cousin, and she, along with her sister, Jamie, was staying here while their parents were on some trip to Africa. With Amy off at college in New York, I didn't mind them staying with me and Nellie. Especially since both of them were fun to have around.
Tammy was the younger of the two - 15 years old - and looked surprisingly a lot like Nellie.
Right now she stood and grinned at me, flashing off perfectly white teeth that were never burdened with braces - some people are lucky like that.
"This is going to be the best day of my life. I'm so excited!" she said, practically bouncing up and down. I looked up at her with bemusement.
"About what?" I asked.
"About today, about how I'm going - you didn't forget, did you?" she asked indignantly.
"Of course I remember," I said quickly, even though I honestly had no idea what she was talking about.
"The fashion show! You promised you'd drive me!"
"Oh." Now I remembered. I'd agreed to drive her and go with her to a fashion show for some designer. She'd begged me nonstop when her sister said she wouldn't take her. After a day of that I'd given in.
"You promised," she continued. "You-"
"Alright, alright," I said.
Tammy smiled. "Perfect. I still can't believe I won the tickets in that contest. I'm going to get to know all the latest fashions."
I zoned out as Tammy continued on and on about the random designer chick who was the genius behind all the clothes. Even though I was two years older than Tammy, she could still get me to do what she wanted. Maybe Nellie was right. Maybe I should get a job.
Two hours later, after a hasty lunch and a long drive in which Tammy went on and on - sometimes I wonder if she ever stops talking - we were standing in front of the runway set up outside. Or at least standing as close as we could possibly get.
I had expected a few crazy fans, general chaos, a large group of people, but what I saw was a mob. A crazy, adoring, giant, determined mob. And an overly enthusiastic fifteen-year-old and a bored seventeen-year-old were no match.
After a while, after I was sure I was going to go deaf, I realized that the endless screaming had turned into shouting. They were shouting a name. I tried to hear what it was, but it was impossible. Turning around, I saw a limo had just pulled up behind us. Immediately the mob, once pulling toward the runway, seemed to change direction and started going toward the car, Tammy and me along with it.
The crowd was stopped by burly men positioned along the border of the mob, so that there was enough room for the famed designer to get out. With instructions, the crowd split into two, creaating a path way to walk through. All eyes were trained on the car entrance. Even I was holding my breath.
Finally the car door opened. Out stepped a stunning girl. By her height and look I could tell that she was around my age. As I watched her progress, there seemed something familiar in the way she walked - something just familiar in general. I craned my neck to try and see her face, but she wouldn't look my way, and her long, sleek, black hair covered the side of her face.
Finally she glanced in our direction, and as Tammy started screaming, my heart practically stopped. I suddenly realized why I'd found her so familiar.
"Tammy - Tammy, what did you say her name was?" I said.
Tammy glanced at me. "Well, I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen. Natalie. Natalie Kabra."
Natalie's POV
I sat on the seat in my private jet, flipping through the latest edition of Vogue. I had already slept, eaten my lunch, and reviewed all my fashions for the show. I was bored.
"Ms. Kabra, do you want anything to eat?" asked Jason, my personal advisor and butler.
"Do I look like I want anything to eat? I just had lunch. Now please, leave me alone," I snapped. Jason nodded and quickly hurried away. I knew I shouldn't have said that, but a nonstop flight from California to Boston can make anyone irritable.
I had wanted to be able to spend longer than a day in California, where a show of mine was held, but my advisors had insisted I schedule another show in Boston the next day.
"In about twenty minutes, we will be landing in Boston. We are beginning to descend, so please put on your seatbelt," the pilot said over a speaker.
As I buckled in I couldn't help wishing I was in a hotel lying on my bed, free to do whatever I wished. But my fans were waiting. My models were waiting. The show had to go on.
In half an hour I emerged from the airport into Boston itself. A limo was parked outside, waiting for me. As I was bustled in by my hair and makeup stylists, I looked around. It was interesting for me to see different cities, even though I never got to do much sight-seeing.
By the time we had arrived at the location of my show, my makeup and hair stylists hadd deemed me suitable.
I watched the crowd that had gathered outside, all fans of me and my designs. After a minute, after the crowd had been put under control, I opened the car door and walked out. Just as I had done many times before I strutted through the small pathway created.
This time however, I saw something out of the corner of my eye - a teenage boy, around my age, that looked strangely familiar. After a few seconds I turned my head to look back, and what I saw made my heart stop. Quickly I turned my head forward again and continued walking, trying to head the thoughts in my head.
Surely he just looked like him. Surely I had just made a mistake. Surely that wasn't Dan Cahill.