"Sunday at noon", you whispered for yourself as you were eating breakfast.
It was finally sunday, the day you had been waiting for the whole week. You imagined what it would be like to be her friend and see her more often.
It was weird to think that someone so famous could be that nice. She wasn't a regular celebrity who didn't care about her fans and would be all about themself. She was loving and gentle. Just like any other human being. Now that you thought about it, the word "celebrity" sounded toxic. It brought so many expectasions about someone. Maybe that was why she didn't like it. You remeber you two at the lake, talking about anything you could imagine. You brought up the topic and asked her about it.
"I don't like being called famous, I feel like people think that I'm insensitive just because of it."
You were so deep in your thoughts, that you didn't even hear the doorbell ring for the first time. The second time caught your attention. You lifted your now empty cereal bowl on the kitchen counter as you were on your way to open the door.
You thought about who it would be, since it was 11am on a sunday morning.
You flashed a look at your hallway mirror. You looked surprisingly fresh and not tired like every other morning on this week.
You opened the door while you tied ur hair in a low bun. There was not a soul to be seen. You were stepping outside in the aisle to look, you stepped on something. You grabbed your doorframe as you looked down. There was an envelope. It was a brownish color. There was something written on it. You lifted it and stepped inside, back to your apartment. You closed the door behind you and put the envelope on your counter. you stared at it for a moment. Your adress and name were written on the cover. The handwriting looked familiar. you had seen it somewhere. It was cates handwriting. when you had visited her for the first time you had seen her notes on the fridge and memorized her handwriting. It was curvy and delicate. The text was written with a slim black quill. You could see the handmotions that had to be done to end up with these results.
You carefully opened it while making sure you didn't rip anything that was inside. The envelope contained a letter. It was written with the same quill and handwriting as the cover. It was short. You started reading the text observing every curv and turn she had made with the quill.
"
dear y/n
I have been thinking about what we could do today, and I have come to the conclusion that we could visit the harbor. we have our boat there. I was thinking, we could meet there. You probably know where the NYC harbor is. Wear something comfortable and not too formal.
see you at noon, love Cate.
"
Wow. she just invited you to her boat. The stress was already starting to build up. Would there be paparazzi? Could you get any peace? What should you wear? What would she wear? Would you be there alone? Did she invite someone else too?
You left the envelope and the letter on the counter and rushed to your room. You opened your closet and started to go through everything you owned. Would a dress be okay? No. You weren't a dress person. Dresses and skirts made you often uncofortable. You were insecure about your thighs which were thick. You weren't overweight. No not at all. You just weren't some average slim little girl.
It took you about 20 minutes to decide what to wear. in the end you went with a black linen long sleeve and some matching broad-legged pants. You thought about wearing your black converses since they were comfortable and ofc some jewelry.
You used the whole morning picking the outfit, doing your hair and getting ready. You took a quick shower before putting on your clothes. you were really excited since you didn't visit the harbor often. you imagine what cates boat would be like. Was it a yacht perhaps. Or an other really expensive boat. What if it was a ship. With a bedroom and a kitchen. There was too many questions you needed answers to.
it was time to go. You didn't want to keep her waiting so you left. You grabbed your Keyes, phone, wallet and some chapstick. As you were in the elevator you called a cab to yourself. At the time you stepped out of your apartment building the cab was already waiting for you. You got inside
"to the harbor, please"
the driver nodded and started driving. he had the radio on and you heard calm music. It was relaxing and you got to get ready for tonights events. The weather was luckily really good. The sun was shining and it was the perfect temperature. not too hot, not too cold. You looked thru the window. You saw flashing car lights. You watched as the people were on their way to all different kinds of places. You imagined what their lives were like. You saw a man dressed in black. he looked very sophisticated and formal. You guessed that he was a business man. Next came a woman with a dark blue suit. She had some kind of files in her other hand and a phone on the other. Her hair was in a tight ponytail. She was probably a lawyer.
the car ride was really pleasant. when you arrived at the harbor you payed and thanked the driver. You stepped out of the car and pulled your lungs full of the fresh sea air. It was refreshing and you could smell the beach, the sea, the old wood that the piers were made of. You looked around looking for her. You saw so many amazing ships. They were really fancy. You could just imagine how much each of them cost. You started walking towards the piers. You heard people having conversations around you.
You spent about 10 minutes looking for cate. When you were at the last pier . you saw a huge ship. It was white and almost 80 feet. there was a platform. There was a sofa looking thing and some tables. you stared at the boat amazed by it until you heard a voice behind you.
"hello, you must be y/n."
You flinched and turned around. for your surprise it wasn't cate. It was somebody else. Almost the same height as cate. It took you a couple moments to realize who it was
Sarah.
Sarah paulson. an actress and cates good friend. She was smiling brightly as always.
Sorry for the wait. I haven't had that much inspiration but I'll try to update more. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
A/N
