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September 6th, 1938

"See you later Shellie," I called out as I entered my shared dorm with Abbie. I'd just finished my most favourite class yet. I shuffled in putting my books and bag own on my desk and turned around to find Abbie laying on her back, legs resting on the wall, and her head peering up at a letter.

"Nothing seems to have changed back home," she said as she rolled over and faced me.

"What a shame? I thought the town would've gone into mourning when we left," I said sarcastically.

"You know what I mean."

"I don't actually," I said sitting down on my own bed and taking off my ridiculously pointed shoes.

"Well, just you know. I thought things would've happened, like one of the girls got engaged or something," she shrugged her shoulders.

"It's Appleton Abs, we've been gone for a week, give it time," I smiled. She was so eager to grow up, move on and sometimes she had to be reminded of reality.

"Well, it was from Rafe anyway. He wouldn't know a thing," she said swinging her legs to the floor and putting on her own shoes. She folded the letter and put it neatly into it's envelope and into her draw. She grabbed her bag and books and was ready to go to her next orientation class. That was before the phone rang. I reached for it.

"Hello, who's this?" I asked nicely.

"Quick Lottie, give the phone to Abs," said my frantic brother from the other side of the line.

"It's Matty," I told her. She squealed softly and snatched the phone out of my hand. It seems like she would be late for her class.

I turned around in my desk seat and opened my books. Trying to get homework done while Abbie was giggling behind me was fairly pointless. I hadn't written to Danny since being here, so that seemed like a better option. I just hoped he wouldn't be angry for me taking so long to write. I've been awfully busy with homework already and it was only introductory lessons.

Dearest Danny,

You must forgive me for the tartiness of this letter. College is different to what I thought, truly different. I'm already being swallowed up by numerous amounts of reading materials and textbooks; just to think I've only been here a week!

I have another place for us to go. My teacher spoke about India so vividly. They apparently have a colour festival and the people throw coloured powder at one another and are covered head to toe. It's meant to be breathtaking. And beside, you like spicy food right?

I really love it here grounds are beautiful and the people are so nice I can hardly believe I'm actually here. And you won't be surprised but my favourite building is the library. Partly because of the books, partly because I can escape the incessant giggling of Abbie when she's on the phone to Matthew. We see the boys a lot too. They take us out all the time with their friends and show us all these different clubs and food joints.

Maybe one day you'll come down and I can show you. Can you imagine? You and I in the Big Apple. If only it was as real as it is in my imagination. I miss you so much it hurts. I'll try and write more and maybe even ring if I can get a job to pay for the calls.

Sending you all my love,

Charlotte.

September 16th, 1938

"For Christ's sake," I muttered. I shut the book in my hand and sighed as I slid it back into it's space on the library shelves. Hanging around Matthew and Ethan's friends had really put me in a unladylike disposition. I continued to search when I was interrupted by soft chuckling. I turned to my right, and saw no one and then to my left, no one. I shook my head.

I searched more for a book on Fine Arts: Painting and found a big, thick one that was sure to have information in it. I pulled it out of it's space and was met with a big, blue eye. I jumped back, and the eye crinkled up in laughter and I heard the soft chuckled again.

"Either I'm going crazy or you have been laughing at me for some time," I said sighing as I flicked through the book.

"I don't do this all the time, but you are amusing when frustrated," the voice replied. I detected some sort of accent but he stopped before he could continue.

"Well, you would be frustrated too at the lack of information these books hold," I told him. He must've walked around from the other side of the shelf.

"Fine Arts?" he asked.

"Painting," I nodded to him. He smiled, quite a gorgeous smile and looked across the shelves and pulled out one.

"I used this for my first year project. Better than half of the books here," he told me.

"Thanks," I said taking the book. "I'm Charlotte, by the way."

"Jeremy Harrington," he said sticking out his hand. I took it in a friendly shake.

"Jeremy from London?" I said, tracing the accent.

"Correct, how did you know?" he asked smartly.

"Girls from down South are usually the smarter ones," I said joking.

"Well, you're the first one I've met so far in my two years here."

"I'm honoured to hold that title," I told him. He smiled again and checked his watch.

"I best be off, got a class in five. It was nice to meet you," he said politely.

"It was nice to meet you too," I replied.

"Maybe we'll run into one another again?" he asked.

"Maybe," I smiled. He nodded and gave a wave. With that he was off, and I had my first Fine Arts assignment to finish.

September 28th, 1938

"I honestly do not think we should be going out tonight," Milly said as she trailed behind us. She was such a worry wort but I couldn't help but be fond of my new friend.

"Why not sweetheart? Afraid of a little fun?" teased Abbie.

"You Southern girls sure ain't afraid of it," Shellie said rolling her eyes as we walked out of the school.

"We live for this kinda thing," I told her laughing, "Back home we didn't have clubs, only lousy hall dances."

"May I remind you that it was because of one of those lousy, hall dances that you first kissed Danny," Abbie said with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, now, we knew you had a beau, but not one of those," Milly said joining in to hear to goss.

"What do you mean, one of those boys?" I asked.

"You know, the cookie cutter hall dance type. You're a bit more wild than that Cece," she smiled testing out a new nickname.

"Danny is anything but cookie cutter. He's actually gotten me in trouble more than once," I told them.

"Oh really?" Shellie said wiggling her eyebrows. I knew what she was thinking and whacked her arm for such naughty thoughts. The girls let up a howl of laughter.

"Um, excuse me?" a male voice asked someone standing at the lights beside us.

"Yes?"

"Which way to Sarah Lawrence?" they asked, a southern drawl evident in their voice.

"Just down this street and a left at their gates. You can't miss it," the stranger told him. I turned to catch a glimpse but all I saw was a familiar leather jacket.

"Danny?" I whispered. The lights signalled for us to cross, but I stared off after the jacket.

"Lottie, come on," Abbie said dragging me.

"Actually, I think I'm going to go back. I just remembered an important piece of homework due."

"What? We've been planning this for ages!" Shellie whined.

"Yeah!" Milly protested.

"Not five minutes ago were you complaining about not staying in the dorms," I told her.

"Well, if you sure, I'll be back by morning," Abbie said cheekily. The girls didn't protest anymore and left me. I turned hurriedly and began to walk fast down the pavement. I couldn't see the jacket until it came up under a street light, peering down at paper. It had to be Danny, the profile of the face was exactly the same.

It motivated my high heeled clad feet to move faster, and I broke into a run.

"Danny!" I called out. The head turned, it was him. "Danny!" I ran into his open arms, smiling with surprise and shock.

"Hey Lottie," he said squeezing me so tight. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too! What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Impromptu visit to see my girl."

"What about work?"

"I got a couple days off, thought I'd come down here to see you," he stated.

"It's Saturday, you'd have to leave tomorrow though?" I asked.

"Well, we better make the most of the time I have with you," he said smiling. I hugged him again and then trapped him in a kiss. I was ecstatic, elated! I hadn't seen him in so long I almost forgot what he smelt like. But now he was here, in the Big Apple. Just like my dream.

September 29th, 1938

His train left at five so we hustled on down to Central Park for a good old fashioned picnic. He spread the blanket and we ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the sun shining down on us.

"So what's it like back home without me?" I asked as we lazed there.

"Boring, really. I have no one to annoy or make fun of," he joked.

"Come on now, the truth Daniel," I told him. He cleared his throat, nervous at the use of his whole name.

"It's the same, just that you're gone. I work more, fly more, double date more because Rafe had once again broken up with that girl."

"Doesn't surprise me," I said rolling my eyes.

"I sit around and miss you most of the time though," he said softly.

"Don't think it's any easier over here," I told him. "Listening to Matthew and Abbie laugh on the phone makes me wanna snatch it off her and call you up, no matter the cost."

"Well, you should. Got a job yet?" he asked.

"Got some waitressing thing lined up, but it might clash with day classes," I told him. He nodded understandingly and played with my hair.

"So, India huh?" he asked.

"Yes India. Add it to the list?" I said smiling.

"I don't mind a bit of spicy foods. But we can see the Taj Mahal. It's the must romantic place on earth to me."

"How do you know about the Taj Mahal?" I asked quizzically.

"I read up on it after your letter," he said chuckling. I rolled my eyes.

"And why is it romantic?" I asked.

"It's said that the Emperor of India was grief-stricken when his wife died during labour with their third child. He was so sad, he wanted to show the world his love he had. So he built her this intricate tomb of marble and gold. It was his love for her."

"Wow," I said replaying the story. I'd never heard it before. "If I died, would you make me a giant gold tomb?" I chuckled.

"I wouldn't let you die. I need you too much," he said simply. He bent down to my lips and placed a chaste but passionate kiss to me lips.

"Not as much as I need you," I told him as we pulled apart.

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