Take Me to Loveland

You Are My Fairytale

~~Clemens's P.O.V.~~

I was up and down all night. It was hard to sleep from the jetlag and my own thoughts kept me awake as well. I couldn't help but think about Liv. I called her after I woke up, but got her voicemail. Her greeting was silly, but gave clear instruction to text her if it was important. I had no way of doing so, so I left her message. I had been waiting to hear back, but she hadn't called. For a brief moment, I considered that she gave me a fake number, so that she'd never hear from me again.

It was mid morning, and I had been debating on going downstairs to the cafe for some food, or ordering for delivery, when the phone in my room rang. My heart leaped in my chest as I rushed to grab it.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Rehbein," came a man's voice on the other end. I frowned, my feeling of hope faltered. "You have a visitor downstair, would you mind if she came up?" I knew immediately who he was talking about and my heart leapt.

"Yes, of course! Please do." I said.

"Very well, good day, sir." And the line went dead. I put the phone on the reciever and quickly rifled through my suitcase that the airport had sent ahead of me for a clean shirt to put on. I had just gotten it over my head when there was a knock on the door. I finished putting on the shirt and ran my fingers through my hair, making it stand on end. Then, I rushed to the door and opened it.

Liv stood in the hallway, smiling shyly at me. "Hey, sorry I forgot to call first, my roommate literally had me rushing this morning and it slipped my mind.. so, surprise?"

"It's no problem, it's good to see you. You look nice." I stammered. Then I kicked myself for sounding creepy. She did look good. She was wearing a tight blue dress, with torn pants, and knee high boots. Her hair was pulled slightly back, but still hung loose around her shoulders. She shifted on her feet. My eyes darted towards her face, noticing that she was blushing.

"Thanks... so, you ready to go? You want to go get breakfast first?" Liv replied, averting her eyes slightly, so that we were no longer making eye contact. I moved over slightly and motioned for her to come inside. She walked in, and sat down at the small dining table in the corner.

"I just have to put my shoes on, and I'll be ready." I told her, as I rifled through my suitcase looking for a pair of socks. I looked around the room for my shoes, crawling around on the floor beside my bed to do so. I must have looked incredibly foolish to Liv. I finally found them and put them on. I got to my feet, smoothed out my clothes, ruffled my hair and looked to Liv, who was watching me with a slightly amused look on her face. But as soon as she saw that I was looking at her, she glanced away, turning red in the face again. I found her shyness more alluring than anything. I wondered what she'd be like once all this awkward-beginning-friendship stuff was over with. Where could time take this relationship?

"You never answered whether or not you want to go eat before we go get your phone, or get the phone first?" She said, looking to me again while getting to her feet.

I shrugged. "I could eat."

"Let's go, then," She grinned, motioning towards the door.

We left the hotel, and got into her car. It was a nice Black SUV, but the inside smelled like fresh marijuanna and cigarette smoke, like she hotboxed her car on the ride over. My guess was that she had, which I didn't find a problem with. I reached into my sweatshirt pocket and pulled out my pack of cigarettes.

"Can I smoke in the car?" I asked, even though I had a hunch that the answer would be yes.

"Yeah, you can. Could you give me one? I left my pack on the table at home." She replied. I pulled two cigarettes out and handed one to her as she started the car and put it in drive. She took it and lit it with her car lighter. "Thanks. I smoked my last emergancy cigarette that I had in the car on the way up here."