Imagines

Buddy Holly #8

"Oh no!" you groan loudly as you rush to your flight's gate and realize that you've missed the plane. You sigh, knowing that you'll have to go trade your ticket for a later time.

You knew you should've woken up at six instead of seven thirty.

You sigh and turn away from the terminal gate, going to get a new ticket. The line is long and you sigh as you get behind a tall man with curly brown hair and big, black-rimmed glasses.

"Problem?" he asks, turning to face you. You look up at him and blush.

"No, I'm sorry. I just missed my flight and now I have to get a new ticket," you explain. The man's expression turns sympathetic.

"Awe man, I'm sorry to hear that. Where were you headed?" he asks.

"Texas," you tell him. You are currently in New York, but wanted to get back to your family in time for the holidays.

The man grins. "Really? I'm headin' there myself. Are you from around there?"

"Mhm, my parents live just outside of Lubbock," you explain.

"Lubbock? I'm going there to visit my folks as well," he continues to grin, "my name is Buddy, by the way. Buddy Holly."

He sticks his hand out and you shake it with a smile. "Jenny," you tell him.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," he grins.

The two of you are up next to get your tickets and, when you see the flight time on the new ticket, you groan loudly. "Two hours?!"

Buddy nods. "Suppose we'll have to wait awhile," he chuckles. "Would you like to sit down?"

You nod and the two of you go to sit by the windows. You smile as you look outside and see snow swirling around.

"I love snow," you admit, "it's so pretty. That's the one thing I hated about growing up in Texas. It was rarely ever cold enough to get a true Christmas snowfall."

Buddy nods as he looks out the window with you. "What brings you to New York?" he asks.

"I go to university here. I'm nineteen and studying interior design at a college in Brooklyn. What about you?" As you look at him, you begin to notice little details about his appearance...like the cute little way his eyes crinkled at the sides whenever he smiled.

"Music," Buddy smiles. "My band and I are here recording some songs. We're going to Europe soon, actually."

"Ohh, really? What's your band called?" you ask, surprised. He doesn't look like the type to be in a band.

"Buddy Holly and The Crickets," he blushes. "I know it's dumb to name a band after yourself, but I—"

"No, I think it's cute," you smile, cutting him off. However, you're hit with sudden realization over what you just said.

Did I just say that he's cute?! You ask yourself in panic. Buddy chuckles, but doesn't bring up what you said.

"Well, thank you. So...what're your folks like?"

Soon, you find yourself talking to Buddy about everything. You tell him about the time when you were five and almost fell into a well and he tells you about how he's the youngest out of four and how his childhood nickname, 'Buddy,' stuck with him, even into adulthood. He'd turned twenty back in September and he and his band hoped to be the next big thing since Elvis. Before you know it, two hours have passed and it's time to board the plane.

"What about your bandmates? Are they visiting their families too?" you ask as the two of you take your seats on the plane.

"They both flew out to Lubbock a couple days ago, I just had some things to finish up here first," Buddy explains. You nod and are about to say something, but he cuts you off.

"Jenny?" He blushes again.

"Yes?" you ask him.

"I was wonderin' if...maybe, I could take you out to dinner sometime?" He bites his lip in nervous anticipation. You blush, but quickly nod your head and smile at him.

"I'd like that."

Maybe, just maybe, those two extra hours in the airport weren't so bad after all.