Love, Kennedy

My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard

"V, you alright?"

"I'm fine." I sigh, taking a swig of my chocolate milkshake.

"What is it?"

"I met this boy the other day and I can't get the thought of him out of my mind. He's tall and mysterious and he seems to... get me. Does that make sense?"

"No."

I glance over at Marcy and she has one of those serious expressions on her face ; but I know she's kidding. Marcy's been in two long-term relationships which is why I come to her for dating advice.

"Did you at least get his number?" Marcy inquires, leaning across the counter top with her straw dangling from her mouth.

I shake my head shamefully and take a big slurp of milkshake. Awkwardly shifting my eyes away from her judgmental looks, I notice a little girl sitting a few tables away with her Mom. She is wearing a Love, Kennedy t-shirt and is forcing her Mom to put a button on her purse declaring my YouTube channel superior. I excuse myself from the table and head towards the bathroom. Marcy is texting David, her newest boy toy, and doesn't notice that I stray for the path and head towards our waitress. I tell the woman to charge the family's bill to my credit card to give them this note:

Hi there!

Seeing you both really brightened up my day. I'm sorry that I cannot go over to say hello, my identity must be concealed :P I hope you beautiful ladies have an amazing day. Thank's for watching!

Love, Kennedy :)

I return to my seat and finish up my milkshake, leaving a twenty on the table. We march away but I make Marcy wait on a bench outside as I wait for the girls to get the letter. The Mom reads it to her daughter and the young one screams, jumping up and down vigorously.

***

I see Jason's father in the foyer again. This time on my way out towards Vidcon. I bite my lip, considering going over to say something but I decide against it. I've already embarrassed myself enough this trip.

Marcy is looking adorable as usual and outshines me as we slip into Day 2 of Vidcon. I slipped on some festival shorts which make my thigh's enormous but Marcy says they look good and I trust her judgement. 

It's not as busy today but the crowds are still bustling. Marcy and I attend a few panels and I slip into one with Bethany Mota. She's talking about how to start a beauty YouTube channel and it really is inspiring. I pick up some of her perfume at a stand and shove it into my purse. She really knows her perfume. 

Marcy and I find a seat against a wall upstairs where I met Jason the other day. Marcy has Auntie Anne's in one hand and a Starbucks in the other. Marcy is constantly eating. I don't know how she isn't literally exploding from all the food. Marcy has one of the best bodies in the entire world. She's curvy with large hips and a small waist. She has muscular legs and arms so she's great at virtually anything but running. She has the world's biggest bubble but that hangs out of her festival shorts but they suit her very well ; it's like a second skin. The thing with Marcy is that she loves her body and showcases it any way she can and she doesn't look  slut when she does so.

Anyways, we sit there, Marcy with her food and me with the heart breaking feeling that Jason is out there snogging another girl. My best friend is tapping her foot in beat to music and rambling on about how she wants to ditch David and find herself a California guy. I'm only half-listening. My attention is fixated on the sound of a grand-piano. I excuse myself and wander into a nearby room.

The room is a large rectangular room with tan walls and tile floors. There's a massive stage on the other end which harbors a grand piano the size of Texas. Rows run through-out the entire room and are packed full of girls and boys. Mostly girls, but that doesn't matter. There at the piano sits Jason. His head is turned a bit and his eyes are closed.

I don't think I've ever been this turned on. 

I lean against a wall and watch with wide eyes as he blows my mind. When he finishes the room erupts into a large applause that deafens me. Jason waves to his adoring fans as he walks down the isle, surrounded by bodyguards. 

He's not going to see me.

I back up a bit so that he can pass through but somehow, maybe it was luck. Or a miracle. He see's me. Reaching through, he pulls me into his small circle and gives me a small smile as he is paraded into a back room. Our hands are still intertwined. The bodyguards make sure I'm wanted before trampling off to their next gig.

"They really loved you in there."

"Yeah. They did."

There's an awkward silence dangling around. He opens his mouth to say something but my phone begins ringing. (Bringing Sexy Back is the best ringtone in the entire world.)

"Where are you?" Marcy screams.

"I'm with somebody."

"Is it Jason? OH MY GOD IT'S JASON!"

"Shut up." I giggle into the phone and I hear her from the other side of the door screaming "Vera!" repeatedly.

"Who's Vera?"

I bite my lip and shrug but I alert Jason that I am going out to check. I pull Marcy inside and shush her before leading my friend back to Jason. Her mouth drops.

"You know Jason Smiles?"

I raise an eyebrow,"Jason Smiles! From YouTube! Oh my god. This is the Jason you were talking about? He's incredible and has like four million subscribers and-"

"Kennedy has seven million though." Jason interrupts, glancing up from the ground.

My cheeks are flushed from embarrassment but I smile.

"Vera loves Kennedy! Have you guys met? You know, you and Kennedy?"

Jason seems a little taken back but nods,"I have."

Marcy jumps up and down.

"Did you leave your food out in the hallway?" I inquire, wanting some time to explain to Jason.

Marcy blushes before ducking outside. I watch her disappear but am pulled back into real life at the touch of Jason grabbing my hand.

"You better start explaining, Kennedy."

I bite my lip and drop his hand, rubbing the sweat off my palms and onto my jean shorts,"My names Vera. Vera Parks, I'm eighteen and go to high school in New York City."

"I'm Jason O'Malley. I'm nineteen and go to NYU for music composition."

I glance up into his eyes, and there...

There is a spark.