I directly went to my house. I had such a rough day. I realized it was already 12 noon. I never thought that our conversation took that long.
Then Audrey came back in my mind. I remembered how playful she was, but still elegant.
Her eyes, her voice, and everything about her is just perfect. I smiled instantly as I recalled. When will I even see her again?
As I was having deep thoughts, the phone suddenly rang. I quickly snapped out of it, and answered the telephone.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hi James! It's Elizabeth."
"Oh. Hi! What's up?" I asked.
"No plans. I'm actually bored. How about you?" she said.
I chuckled at my close friend. She is one of the best persons in my life. I told her all my secrets, my past, and the things I wouldn't tell others about me. She's kind, talented, and trust-worthy. Should I ask her about Audrey? Maybe she knows her.
"Just tired, I guess. Can I ask you something?" I said.
"Yeah sure," She simply said.
"Do you know Audrey Hepburn?"
"Audrey Hepburn? Yes."
My heart suddenly rose.
"Oh. Alright," I nervously replied.
"Why'd you ask?" she asked.
"Um. For no apparent reason."
"No one would ask something for no reason! Do you like her or something?"
The tension is building up.
"N-no. I asked you about her because I actually met her this morning at a diner."
"Alright, alright. Jeez. Anyways, we've already spent some time together. She's like the sweetest girl I've ever met in my whole life," she stated in a-matter-of-fact way.
My stomach knotted.
"Oh. That's great." I kind of envy her right now.
"Do you want to accompany her somewhere?" My energy suddenly boost up. I really need to calm down.
"Well, kind of," I replied.
"You do like her," she teased.
"No I don't. I like her as a friend, alright?" I defended.
"Okay." Then she laughed out loud. I just sighed.
"I don't have her telephone number James. I'm sorry she sheepishly said. I kind of felt disappointed.
"It's alright," I said.
"Are you sure? I'm really sorry. I'm going to try finding her number."
"No, no. It's fine," I said reassuringly.
"I will find her number for you whether you like it or not. End of discussion."
As I was about to debate, she already hung up. I just chuckled.
I was only lying on the bed and just staring blankly at the ceiling. There's nothing to do! I'm bored. I'm not even hungry yet.
Maybe there's a good show to watch on the television. So long as I turned on the television, Audrey appeared. She's being interviewed.
'So this was the interview she was talking about earlier.'
I quickly increased the television's volume.
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The New Yorker meets Royalty
FanfictionWhat if back in the 50s, James Dean met Audrey in a diner? What will happen next? Would it end in burning flames, or paradise?