Chosen

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His heat warmed my very soul to the core and I knew that this feeling was what mother talked about. The problem was...

How do we get out of here?

I look into Scott's blue eyes for a sign of an answer. I look back over towards the door which is- gone.

"Scott...how do we get out of here?"

"We could just walk through this door, like normal people? Come on, are you trying to play games with me?" Scott smiles down at me sincerely. I am confused but I decide to take his hand and let him guide me. As soon as my hand touches his...we're not in the same place. We are somewhere...in a room with lots of people jumping around like animals. I am deeply perplexed by their actions and they are barely dressed, some doing things I don't quite understand. Their mouths are pressed up against each other, like that man that I met did to me. Why on earth would you do something like that? Everything is so strange and different from what mother taught me. The others say you find a door, find the person then you return to your home. Never ever did they mention something like this happening.

"You okay, Mitch?" Scott asks me, practically yelling over the music.

"Yes, yes I am. Shall we go?"

"Yes, we shall," Scott says, and smiles quietly at me. He pulls me through the crowd of people and out the big glass doors. We are walking down a cemented pathway and I am taken aback by all the lights and big towers. This city is huge and intimidating. I have never seen anything like this before in my whole life. I assume Scott notices my apparently weird behavior and he laughs.

"What is it? You sober?" He asks me. He must think I'm intoxicated as my mouth is wide open. I shut it rather quickly in an attempt to remain to look normal. I didn't want to upset him.

"Yes, I am fine. I haven't had anything to drink." I am still holding his hand and I'm still looking intently at this strange city. There are many automobiles of many shapes and sizes in the streets and everything has lights attached to them from buildings to even some people. They appear to be holding a device in their hand that glows brilliantly all shades of color, but mostly white. I am entranced by this amazing place, and don't understand what Scott says to me when he asks a question.

"Pardon me? I didn't understand."

"Oh, it's okay. I was just asking if this was your first time being in L.A. It is a pretty beautiful city," Scott says while looking forward.

"Yes, it is. I am enthralled by the lights, there are so many."

"Would you like me to show you around? Might be fun."

"I'm not sure. I have just arrived here today and I am very exhausted, I would like to go to your home, if that is okay," I say, trying to adapt to his speaking style.

"Yeah! Sounds great. I'll call a taxi then." Scott pulls me over to the curb and looks down the street, then places his thumb up in the air, then whistles very loudly. I jump at this, and he laughs slightly at me. I smile vacantly up at him, unsure of what is happening or how to act. A yellow car that reads "taxi" on it pulls up and stops in front of us. Around this moment I feel something wet on my shoulder and notice that it is beginning to rain. I close my eyes and tilt my chin up to feel the sweet droplets of rain on my face, absorbing the water. A smile begins to form on my face and I hear a click of something. I open my eyes to Scott holding a giant black device that has many buttons and says "Nikon". I wonder to myself where he pulled that giant thing out from. He smiles at me and gestures his right hand and arm out towards the yellow taxi. I get inside the contraption and sit down. Scott hands me his device and sits down next to me, shutting the door behind him. Scott mumbles some things to the man in the front seat and he begins to operate the automobile into the street. I am in awe at all these amazing things this place has that I am unaware of.