My romantic storys

The man who can't be moved- The Script

My phone is starting to ring one of my favorite songs from Adele: Someone like you. I look up from the show I was watching on MTV and pick up my phone without checking who's the caller.

'Sweetheart, put on your tv on CNN!' my best friend since kindergarten calls out.

'Whoa calm down girl what's up?' I ask her, while switching channels.

'Just look!' she screams. My tv shows a news reporter standing outside on 5th avenue.

'I'm standing here Sam next to the news story that get's a lot of attention from our own New Yorkers. There is a man sitting here on the ground, at the corner of 5th avenue and West 35th street, with a bord, and no he's not another hobo. This man is just sitting here without saying a word.' the reporter says a bit confused.

'And what is on that board?' the woman in the studio of CNN.

'There is a picture of a girl on it with a line next to it. "If you see this girl can you tell her were I am?" The police is talking to him now and asking if he want's to move, but the people here say that they call him: The man who can't be moved. He's been here for over three months and hasn't moved from his spot, people think that friends and familie brought him food to survive. Oh, the cops are going away, they aren't saying a thing. The man is still not moving and I will try to talk to him.'

'Are you watching?!' my best friend, Sandy, screams in my ear.

'Yes, It is adorable that a guy does that but why are you so exited?' I ask confused.

'You don't know who it is yet, do ya?' I look at the tv confused.

'There he is. Can I ask you a question?' the reporter asks. I still can't see the man.

'Eh, sure?' the man says, I know his voice..

'Clary!' my friend screams threw my phone that is now slowly moving from my face.

'We are from CNN and may we film you?'

'Eh, sure..' the voice of the man sounds so familier. The camera faces the man and my jaw is on the floor.

'Oh, my god..' is all I say.

'Clary do you see who it is?! It's mister badboy! The one you dated before you went to college!'

'Is that really you Austin..' I mutter to myself.

'What is your name young man?' the reporter asks. 'And how old are you?'

'Eh.. Austin, I'm 19.' he answers confused.

'Why are you here? And for how long have you been sitting here?' the reporter asks still a bit confused.

'I'm looking for my girl, well she isn't my girl anymore..' he says with a frown on his handsome face. 'And I guess four months or so..'

'And what is the name of this girl.'

'Her name is Clary. And she goes to college here in New York.' he says with a smile but his eyes are still sad.

'And why isn't she your girl anymore?'

'Well we broke up about a year ago, because we went to different colleges, and, well, she doesn't believe in long distance relationships, well neither do I, so we went our separate ways. But I can't live without her, so I transferred colleges, and here I am looking for her. Wanting to tell her that I want to spend the rest of my life with her.' At that moment tears are coming into my eyes and I remember when I went home after our break-up, not crying until I finally closed the door of my bedroom and cried the whole night. Not letting him see how much it hurt me to see him but not being able to touch him of kiss him when I came to school the next day. We broke up two week before the end of high school and every time we saw each other we would say hi and go on walking. We weren't mad at each other but we were both hurting. At least that is what my friends told me, I didn't believe them when they said that he cared..

'Okay you here it folks, help this mans search for his girl!' the reporter says to the camera. Without knowing what I was doing I walked to my room and changed in a pair of shorts and a tank-top before walking out of my apartment with my sneakers on and my phone in my back pocket. I began running as soon as I was out on the street. I only lived three blocks from that corner so I was there in about two minutes. As soon as I saw the croud of people I slowed down and walk to them slowly. I pushed my way threw the croud, some people cursed at me and some just gave me weird looks but I kept walking. I finally came to the front of the croud and I see him sitting on a blanket talking to another camera. I just standing there watching him, I didn't know what I was doing here. I guess I wanted to see him with my own eyes, see he was really here, for me..

'HEY!' someone screamed, making everyone look at her. 'That's her! That's his girl!' she screamed pointing a finger at me. Austin looked up at the woman and then followed her finger with his eyes wide. When his eyes met mine his mouth went open and he stood up. I just watched him, I was frozen, seeing him in all his sexy glory. He was wearing his leather jacket that I used to wear all the time and a pair of black jeans that hung loose on his hips with a whit t-shirt that showed his abs. He walked up to me as if he didn't believe I was really here. I put one foot in front of the other and walk up to meet him in the middel. We stand about one meter from each other and the only thing I see are his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes that always seem to look right threw me.

'Is it really you?' he asks, looking at me like he still doesn't believe that I am here. I just nod, not trusting my voice, the tears are falling freely down my cheeks and I do nothing to stop them. I finally can't take it anymore and fall into his arms. His arm go around my shoulders as soon as I touch him, he puts his head on mine and I just keep sniffeling in his jacket just inhaling his smell. I lean back a little and look him in the eye before putting my arms around his neck and pulling him down to my level en crashing my lips onto his. He was shocked at first and didn't move but then he kissed me back with so much lust that it made me moan softly, lukly for me nobody could here it because they were all cheering, but Austin did and smiled against my lips. When I finally needed to breath I pulled away and put my forhead against his. Both of our breating were short and heavy as if we just ran a maraton, but I couldn't help smiling like an idiot.

'I guess you saw the news?' he asks.

'Well actually Sandy saw it, but lets keep that out..' I said grinnin.

'I love you so much.' he wispers before kissing me again, a short kiss this time. 'I love your shyness.' he kisses me again. 'I love your sarcasm.' I smile as he kisses me again. 'I love that you can't see how beautiful you are, even in my joggingpants.' He smiles and kisses me again. 'I love that you tell me to shut up or get mad at me sometimes, because no one els dares to do that.' I laugh as he kisses me again. 'I just freaking love you so much!' he groans as he kisses me again. He let's go of me after a few more kisses and walks back to his blanket and grabs his bag. He gets back to me with a little box in his hand, I feel tears burning in my eyes and put my hands to my mouth as I see him getting down on one knee.

This my first part of this, well it's not really a story I am a hopeless romantic and I usually write in dutch so... Please forgive me if there are some grammer error's!!!!

I am writing this, sort of, book becaus sometimes my brain likes to play tricks on me and starts to go all romantic-comedey on me, so this is kind of like putting it to use. I hope you like it!!!!

-xxx- Cindy