The Sky is everywhere

Chapter eleven: Meeting the American Hunk

Chapter eleven

Meeting the american Hunk 

Life: Life is unexpected. You are sad at one point and something just happens. There I said it. It comes out of nowhere. It breaks your sadness. It motivates to get out of the bed and continue.

Person: What is it?

Life: Hope

I was a mess the next day. My head was hurting. Every part of my body ached. Including my heart. I gathered all the will power left and ordered breakfast. It didn't take long before the waiter rang my door and I was on feet taking my breakfast from his hand. I didn't want to let him see the mess I did.

I quietly played with my food. I just couldn't get it down my throat. My gaze fell on the TV screen, they were showing a documentary. I turned on the volume. Mostly I wasn't even paying attention. I just didn't want to eat in silence.

"In this world, there are thousands of problems." The man in the TV spoke.

"There is a lot things we don't understand. Relationships, etc. "

"All we want is to feel accepted. To have someone to care about you."

"Sometimes we look for that person, we feel lonely, isolated."

"But all this time, you don't realized maybe you have become someone's special one. You are someone's hope. So don't you ever think that you are alone."

I looked at him with guilt. That man was right. I was selfish. I wasn't here to mourn. I was here to work and in-between reunite a mother to his daughter. I was their hope. So I better give them something to hold on to.

I grabbed my phone and called the person who I knew that could help me.

"Hello Billy. Remember Maria said that a lot of girls would die to be in my positon. Well I guess I realized that. So help me with this."

Two days had passed since my last call with Billy. I hoped things don't go wrong. I was so nervous.

I opened theresa's the door.

"Hi Theresa! How are you?"

"What are you doing here? I though you only came in the morning. And it's afternoon now in case you can't tell." I rolled my eyes. Here I was trying to make her happy. I decided ignore her little line.

"Well remember you said that you like Ansel." I said pouting.

"Yeah I remember." She knew what was going on. Her face lit up like Christmas tree. When I didn't responded her with a smile, she frowned.

"Well about that. He was busy so..."

"I guess. I mean it was stupid to ask you even. He is busy I mean... Come on. He is superstar..."

"Well since he's busy, I decided if you call him. I mean you would still visually meet him." I rolled my eyes again. She never lets me complete a sentence.

She half smiled.

"I guess that's not bad."

I dialled his number and I put on her ears.

"Hello! This is Ansel Elgort."

"Hi... Ansel this is uhm... Theresa."

"Theresa Francisco?"