Picture Perfect

Chapter Twenty-Nine: How you get the Girl

Francis Payne
Oliver entered my room as I stared blankly at the glass pane. The rain came showering upon the city once more, suited my mood I guess. He tapped my leg, he perhaps felt sorry for me. Apparently after I quit the movie deal, Terrence has been ignoring me. He was probably getting ready to fire me. I stretched to reach the glass of water on my nightstand. I felt numb and of course I dropped the tumbler. I grumbled as I collected the broken pieces.

I took a peep at one of the fragments. "Do I break everything I touch?"

"Don't be dramatic. Look I came here for a reason." Oliver stated, stopping me from picking up the glass.

I raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Avery just informed me that they're leaving for Michigan today."

"I wish Sabrina luck then." I say out of the blue.

He shook his head. "C'mon Romeo, today's your chance to get your Juliet back."

I scoffed. Nothing in the entire universe, not even gravity, can fix everything that has occurred. All this has come about for I permitted love to smack me. I knew it wasn't a requirement. It was like a lion amusing its prey. In the end, love will give you pain and swallow you up and kill you. In my case, it's worse. I felt like plummeting off a cliff as I recalled the last chat we had. I lost her, and I lost myself because of this entire love game, including my being a celebrity. I wanted to be free but I am imprisoned in this dimension till the day I die.

Before I knew it Oliver pitched some clothes at me and ordered me to follow him downstairs afterwards. I did as told and soon we were speeding through the highways and into the airport. We inspected the board for the word Michigan and the flight number. We found the plane and the status was that the plane left a half hour ago.

The tears never seemed to stop.

"I have an idea. Are you in?"

I nodded confidently at Oliver. "Oh yeah,"

**

I settled in Michigan at the right time. I yanked my suitcase and raced out to grab a cab. I instructed the driver to immediately head to the address Oliver told me about. The man gave a salute and we took off.
My heart thudded against my ribcage after all the distress I've been through. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, compelling me to not surrender up to the time Sabrina forgave me. The clock strokes six once we got to her house. It was a medium sized comfy home, suitable for a simple lady like her. Handing in the cash, I thanked the driver who returned a smile.

I breathed out and slowly advanced in the direction of their porch. Ringing the doorbell, I remained outside.

The door creaked as she stood there.

I held out both hands. "Before you slam the door, I need to tell you something."

She scowled at me waiting. I flicked the guitar that hung by my side and begun playing with the string singing 'I think about you' by Ross Lynch. As I ended the song, I could tell she had a small grin.

Her expression soon turned from happy to emotionless. "You think a song will make me forgive you?"

Shaking my head I answer back with a no. I elevated her chin and brought my lips to hers, locking us as one. Sabrina pulled away and smiled.

"Sab please forgive me, I didn't mean any of this to happen. I'll help you out with Mr. Peterson I promise and-"

She shushed me and embraced me tightly. "You're forgiven."

I swept her off her feet and twirled her around in joy.

"I love you!"

"I love you too,"