My Saviour

Good Samaratin (chapter 1)

"LAX is such a mess, I don't understand how all these celebrities even deal with it," Demi joked with a laugh as she talked to her best friend, Marissa, through the phone. She had just come back from visiting her parents in Dallas, and was awaiting for her luggage to arrive at the baggage claim. Usually, it never takes this long, but for some reason, it was taking forever, and she was becoming slightly annoyed.

"Anyway, I hope we can hang out once I get settled back into my house. I miss my bestie," Demi's lips formed into a pout and Marissa could practically tell that she was pouting through the phone. "Don't worry, Dem. You know we will," Marissa said with a laugh. Demi let out a sigh of relief when she finally saw her luggage come around on the conveyer belt, but when she reached down to grab it, a pair of rather strong hands stopped her, and she was almost confused as to why they did. When she looked up, she noticed that there was a man standing beside her, who wasn't much taller than her. He was probably around 5'8 or 5'9, and he was donned in an army uniform. Demi immediately felt bad for almost cussing the man out, so she quickly retracted her one hand and put it back against her side.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is that your luggage? I thought it was mine," the young man said with a laugh as he pulled his hands back as well. Demi couldn't deny that this man, was in fact, very attractive. Even under the outfit, she could already tell that he was really buff and probably really strong.

"Yeah, it is. That's alright," the short, black-haired girl said with a nervous laugh. This guy wouldn't stop staring at her, but she didn't even feel uncomfortable. She almost felt like she was being protected, in a way. So, that caused a brief smile to flash across her lips.

"Here, let me get it for you, anyway."

"Oh, no. You already serve our country, so that's enough for me. I got it."

"I insist."

"So do I."

Demi only glanced up at the young man just once, and could immediately tell that he was smirking. God, he really was attractive. "Demi, who are you talking to?" Marissa's voice on the other line of the phone, brought her out of her thoughts and she instantly let out a soft, inaudible laugh.

"Don't worry about it. I'll call you later." And before Marissa could say goodbye, Demi hung up the phone and shoved it into her jeans pocket. And by the time she had shoved her phone back into her pocket, she realized that the young man had already gotten her luggage for her and was just gazing at her in the most adorable way. Another nervous laugh came from her lips as she shot the man a friendly smile. He was literally so polite and such a sweetheart, how could anyone not like this man?

"I'm Nick, by the way. I didn't want to be rude and not introduce myself, and get you to thinking that I'm some crazy, ass stalker or something." Oh, he had a name. And it was Nick. Demi wondered if if was short for Nicholas. How cute, she thought.

"No, it's okay. I'm Demi, it's nice to meet you," the smile on her face only grew wider as she held out her hand for him to shake, to which he immediately obliged. After they shook hands, the two exchanged phone numbers and talked for a little bit, until Nick had to leave. He had just come home from Afghanistan, and was surprising his whole family, because they had no idea that he was even home. She also learned that this was his first time being home, in over seven months. It was crazy to think about and Demi didn't quite understand how he did it, but he told her that you just have to be strong and not even think about going home, so that way everything goes by faster.

Before they went their separate ways, Demi, of course, thanked him for his service and he told her to not even thank him, but she insisted and told him that she really meant it. Demi never ran into soldiers that often, or knew of any, so she wanted to make sure that he knew she was grateful. Finally, they exchanged a friendly hug and they were both on their way.