Part 2 (in other words, if you haven't read part 1, go and read it, or you will be VERY confused ;))
I burst out the doors as tears slipped out of me. I don't know where they came from. I leaned against the wall outside, and tried to calm down. I knew paperazzi would be there any secod. I had to get rid of these tears. I walked over to the valet parking and handed the slip to the valet-guy. I had managed to get rid of the tears, but my face was still red as I looked at myself in a compact. I started to mutter in french, "Il est ainsi lui! C'est frustrant...Et ces yeux..." [English:He's so him! It's so frustrating...but those eyes...]
Why did he have to be there? I was doing fine until he came along and had to make eye-contact. Okay, maybe not fine. But close enough. I still tried to avoid pictures of him, which was hard obviously. And I hadn't watched anything with him it for was seemed like years. But in truth, it had only been one long, long year.
It hadn't all been bad, just in the relationship department. I mean, I was pretty lucky. I had a number one album, not just on radio disney, but most radio stations played some of my songs. It was pretty amazing hearing it just randomly when driving around or something. And then when I went on tour, it was insane. I played infront of 10,000 people. Which is absolutely crazy if you think about it. But none of that seemed important if I didn't have my love with...NO! I screamed internally, shaking my head. I didn't love him; he left me. He shattered my heart, and how could I possibly love someone who did that? Who left me there, in my time of need?
I groaned and the valet came up to me with my thunderbird that had meant so much to me on my 16th birthday. I caressed the black finish on the front and walked around to get the key. The rough looking young guy passed me my key, but stopped when he pulled his hand away and then spoke in a thick New York accent. That was one thing that entertained me about living here, among others. But I loved the accent. It made me laugh.
"'Ey.. You that girl?" Even though I had just cried, and still wasn't the happiest, I giggled into my hand.
"Uh, yeah, I'm Nicole Thompson, if that's what you mean." He smiled a bright white smile. He was really good looking actually.
"Ya, ya, that's who I meant, How you doin'? You looked like you was cryin'. And were you speaking french or somethin'?" I giggled again and sat down in the driver's seat, trying not to rip my tight black pants. I never wore dresses, unless they were long enough to cover the scars. So for stuff where it was more csual, but still dressy, I would wear long past and suspenders with a different top each time. I would switch it up, but always cover my legs.
"Yeah, or something...I'm okay, thanks. That actually helped." He looked confused, but continued to talk to me. We had quite an entertaining conversation actually. I sat in my car for 15 minutes talking to this random guy who made me laugh. I looked at my watch and cringed. I hadn't realized it was almost 11.
"Hey, I've got to go, but I hope to see you again?" I asked, really hoping I would see him again. He was really nice.
"Yeah, sure, ma name's Ryan by the way, Ryan Stiller." I smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Ryan." He flashed me one last white smile and I drove, speeding away, having a time deadline to meet. I didn't know if I'd make it though...
That was.. interesting.
Nicole's life definetly is different.
So she doesn't love Nick anymore?
It's understandable.
And what time deadline does she have to meet?
im from new york and when i was reading this i was like laughing cause my cousin whos from flordia was here and she was like "you always want to know what you sound like.....well that its."
lol
DanceV45 3 years ago
hahah awee I love New york cityy:)
You are so lucky!
And I love your accent then :D
hah
nickJluvstry 3 years ago