And You're Just What I Need...

Day One

Day One

Earlier this morning, around two am, I get an urgent phone call from my best friend, Dakota. I couldn’t quite understand what she was saying, but something along the lines of “Finn-engaged-come-NOW!” with other words tossed in. So to summarize, I’m pretty sure Finn finally proposed to Dakota, and she wanted me to come, right now. Hence the getting on a plane and flying across the country for no apparent reason. Just that, at some point in my best friends near future, she will be getting married. But we knew that ages ago.

Though all of that is beside the point. The point is that I step off the plane with my luggage and walk into the lobby just as all the other, ten people, did. I looked for a sign or something with my name on it and found it instantly. Juliana Richards, scribbled neatly on a small piece of cardboard. My mistake occurs just about at that moment. Well, actually a moment or two later.

My eyes followed up the young mans body (he was fit-that’s for sure) until they reached his face, his eyes, his hair, his-you get the picture, his head. Now, if I hadn’t blurted out what I blurted out I might have been safe, for a few more minutes at least, hopefully months. But I had to go around with my big mouth and just say anything that came to mind. And I mean anything.

“A-Adam?” I stutter, staring shocked.

“do I know you?” well, ouch, wasn’t expecting that one.

“um- no? obviously not.”

“well then how do you know my name?”

“Dakota, duh.”

“oh. Well, I’ll show you to the car.” Rude much? He didn’t even offer to grab my bags. Oh, and when he opened the door, he let it just hit me. Didn’t even apologize either. What the- ooh, nice car. “you can just toss the bags in the back.”

“thanks.” I mutter before doing just that. and not gently either. It might have been a nice car, but at this point, I honestly didn’t care if his leather seats got scratched.

“be careful.”

I roll my eyes and slide into the passenger seat.

“so, how was your plane ride?” Adam asks in a nice ‘I don’t want to be here’ tone.

“just fantastic” I reply sarcastically. Obviously he wasn’t the same as before. Before he was nice and sweet and would want to pick me up at the airport. Now he’s just bitter.

“just asking.” He says rudely and I cross my arms without replying. “so, you from around here or-“ he changes the subject, trying at least.

“no, I grew up with Dakota back in Washington.”

“oh.”

“what about you?”

“lived here in maine until I was 15 and then my parents moved us back to Italy when my grandma was dying. I’ve been back here though for about a year now.” I didn’t say anything back and he didn’t try to continue the conversation.

Did he really not remember me? Or that summer? Was it just some stupid fling to him? Ugh! I seriously don’t know how long I’ll be able to last without telling someone. Dakota doesn’t even know about him nor my situation afterwards. She had already left for maine by the time I got home. The only people who knew were my brothers, grandparents, and doctor.

We pull up to the house and I quickly get out of the car, "You don’t talk much, do you?” Adam asks, this time grabbing my two big suitcases.