Young, Gay, Love

Chapter 25: Where To Now?

Throughout the rest of the day we just had a good time laughing and trying to keep me out of trouble. I loved the new me. This Sam wasn't afraid of consequences and he did the right thing. That right thing was chasing his happiness not seeking happiness from others. Because he finally found out that other people let you down. But it's hard to let yourself down if you knew what you had to do.

There was an excessive amount of drinking and less texting. More time to play with the big boys and before you knew it the sun was setting.

"I'm hitting the sack!" Sam shouted as he collapsed onto the bed.

And then total blackness enveloped him as he fell asleep.

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The sun was shining so brightly it was hard to see.

"I thought I shut the curtains before I went to bed?" I said to myself.

One missed call, decorated the now flashing phone screen.

"Rob? Why is he trying to call me?" Now my brain was fluttering with questions. He was just my texting buddy.

A really attractive texting buddy.

"This is Rob and I was just calling to see if you got anything in the mail. Please call back when you receive a letter from me. Kay thanks bye."

"Okay that was strange." As I continued to talk to myself.

What was even stranger was I wasn't at Campit anymore. And I was still wearing my sunglasses.

"GOD DAMMIT MIKE."

He must have had an emergency with his pets and had to come home so he threw me back at my place.

"Whatever." I muttered and I started to unpack my things.

As I was making my way over to the dresser to put away some clothes I noticed a letter sitting there.

Rob Masters was the returning address on the envelope.

I quickly opened the letter to see the contents encased in it and to my surprise a plane ticket fell out.

"Dear Sam,

As you know I work at a very important place and to my surprise I made a little extra this week. A plane ticket from your place to mine became very inexpensive and I would love for you to come stay at my place for a week. Please take this ticket and accept my offer.

Sincerely,

Rob"

"Wow." My jaw dropped to the floor. New York. I would be going to New York for a week.

I raced over to my phone and checked my banking. Okay I have five hundred in my checking still, because old men love to buy things. And I have four grand in my savings and I should be making more this week. I have plenty of spending money on souvenirs and for food in case I get stranded.

Tripping over myself I located the ticket on the floor and slid to it. With it just barely out of my reach I did the caterpillar dance to make ends meet and looked for the time of leaving.

It was today. In two hours.

Oh shit.

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"MOM! DAD!!! NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! I'M TAKING ONE OF THE CARS TO THE AIRPORT OR YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE ME!!!!" I was now bellowing through the house trying to find them.

Weird nobody was home. Just my mom's car.

Okay she will eventually forgive me if just borrow her car. And the airport is about an hour away so I need to make fast time the airport. Like now.

Screw it I'm going.

I grabbed my now packed bag of clothes (thank God I just got back from a trip) and made my way out of the house, into the car, and away we go.

Shit I left tire marks on the drive way. Damn rubber tires that love to burn.

I was speeding but who cares. I sure as hell don't and in with fifteen minutes left to spare I was in the airport racing to the check out looking like a mad man.

"Why does everybody love to travel." I cried to myself as I was overwhelmed by the amount of people in the airport.

"Excuse me miss?" I said as I approached an employee. "I have never done this on my own and my plane leaves in fifteen-" I looked at my watch, "Now twelve minutes. Can you pleeeeeeaaaaaaase help me. I'm begging you." I said that last part on my knees. I know, I'm a drama queen.

"Lucky for you I'm in a good mood. Come with me." With that she started walking and I was following.

I heard multiple groans and nasty word coming from the people that were in the line behind us now. But I don't care. I'm going to New York.

"So why are you here on such a short notice sir? If you had that ticket then you would of known to show up an hour ahead of time." She was talking to me as I was stepping through the metal detector. My other bags disappeared already. Wow she was good.

"Long story short. I just arrived from a trip earlier and found a letter on my dresser telling me to go to New York and my unfortunate events have it I received that letter about two or three hours ago. But here I am." I kind of let that one rush out a little too fast.

"Sounds like you are a lucky guy. Someone just sent you a ticket to go to New York? They must really like you." She said that last part with a smirk.

"I guess I'll find out." I smiled.

"Plane for New York, New York will be leaving in five minutes." Shouted the intercom.

"Follow me, we're getting you on that plane." Briskly said the lady.

"Thank you so much." I said almost out of breath.

"Hey, might as well do my good deed for the day. I have enough things to repent for. And I don't want to let a good kid like you down." She smiled to herself. "Besides, it's my job."

I could sense a deep hurt in her and out of my mouth before I could think twice- "He's going to be okay. It's not your fault. He just needs you to be strong for him. And strong for yourself. You can't take all of the blame just because of one mistake."

And at that moment we arrived at the gate with one minute to spare. "Promise me you will not take anymore blame and just be strong."

"I promise she replied." And she looked up at me. No tears just a hurt stare.

"Thank you." We both said at the same time.

"Thank you." I said "for doing this for me. It really means a lot."

"Just have fun for me will you? And thanks for those words of wisdom. I need to hear that." She replied. "Now get on that plane."

The plane for New York, New York is now leaving." The intercom blared.

"I will. Goodbye now!" I said as I raced for the plane.

"Running a little late?" said the flight attendant.

"I'd like to think I was just on time." I said smirkly.

"Here you are to first class." She said as she guided me to my chair.

He sure as hell did not go cheap on me.