Uncertain

Chapter 3

"Everyone has a story. So don't judge people until you're perfect."
-Anonymous

~Michelle~
"Excuse me," I tell everyone politely as I pass them on the plane. Tall people, small people, some with profound thoughts, some with shallow. Who am I? I'm not entirely sure yet.

Seat 7E, here it is.

I glance up. There he is, Mr. Anonymous. In the chair right next to me. His scarlet hood tugged over his face once again, listening to music through $1 headphones, probably from Walmart. His sleeve passing his hand by far, his arm stretched along the arm rest. He looks like he would be a wallflower, not really fitting in, no one really noticing him.

Dämn it, I'm thinking like a bïtch again.

"Hey," I start quietly, not positive that he heard. He did.

"Hi. I'm really sorry, uh, I was so rude to you previously. I apologize, it's just I've been going through a lot lately. I'm Quinn by the way." He turns off his music and replies awkwardly. I sit down in the squishy indigo chair next to him, the anonymous man that's now named Quinn.

"It's alright," I give a shy grin. "I understand, I've been through tough times, too. Mind if we talk about it?"

"I guess so," he answers nonchalantly. "Uh, so uh, it actually happened today. I finally had the audacity to quit my miserable job at Hardee's. Then I go on to realize that, oh look, someone stole my house keys and my other wallet! I'm just very stressed out right now."

"Wow, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bring that up. I didn't know-"I reply, not really sure what to say, cutting myself off.

"Well of course you didn't know, I haven't told you! Anyway, it's alright. I'm planning to start over in New York. What about you?" He asks, with the smallest bit of admiration in his deep eyes.

I explain to him my story, the things he didn't already know. I inform him that I'm also expecting to start a new life in New York. I just hope it all works out. He smiles at me.

His smile is adorable, his cheeks turn a rose shade, his dimples shouting Thank god I'm not alone. His face relaxes and there's a warm glow of happiness like the hot, summer sun. His dark as night black hair is messily brushed back, and his eyes show the tiniest sliver of light and hope. The right side of his lips lifts up, giving him the best sideways smile. His teeth aren't perfect, the couple in front are both leaning left, but it's okay, he seems like a kind hearted person, and that's all that matters, right?

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"Tough times don't last... But tough people do."
-A.C. Green

~Quinn~
I arrive at my window seat. No one's sitting next to me yet, I hope no one does. I like being alone, if you haven't figured that out yet. I'm so introverted, and I really want to change that, but I'm so awkward around everyone, especially girls.

I turn on my headphones, put them on high. I love them, because when I listen to them, I can drown out the rest of the world and forget all my issues.

I hear someone talk to me. Back to reality. I peer up through my hood. I can't believe it. It's her again, Michelle.

She says hi, and grins hopefully, probably wanting me to be nicer. But then I realize, this IS the girl I've admired my whole life, why am I being so rude? I apologize to her, and she asks me what's going on.

I surprise myself when I actually tell her everything. What astonishes me even more, is when she doesn't have some rude response. I'm just one of those people that make assumptions about all famous people being rude.

"I understand what you're going through. My parents both got killed, and I would've if I hadn't sprinted outside to my tree house." She says nervously, obviously not prepared to discuss this.

She seems afraid. She's been so nice to me though, I wonder why.

"Wow, uh, just wow. I don't know what to say, I'm very sorry, uh-" I continued like the socially awkward freak I am.

"It's okay, of course you didn't know, I haven't told you!" She mimicked what I had said to her earlier.

I can't help but grin. She laughs, and throws her head back like a little kid, her hair whipping in every direction, her large smile tossing long rays of happiness and laughter. Her happiness wears off on everyone. She's different, I finally found someone that's not like the rest.

Soon enough, the both of us are laughing like a pair of wild hyenas, yet for whatever reason, it wasn't even funny. It seems as if my life pauses before my eyes. I look at Michelle, and I think of how grateful I am to know this wildflower of a girl, even though it hasn't even been a few hours.

I will forever cherish this moment, and even though it won't last, I'm happier than I've been in years.