Last To Know *COMPLETED*

Last To Know Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I met Jill completely by accident.

A mistake really can make you learn something, and this one was the reason for my life. I know that this is sappy, and it does not end happily, obviously. So if you hate sad endings, just stop reading right now.

Its so cliché, love at first sight. Everyone wishes it would happen to them. It happened to me, and I don't believe in it anymore. You'd think 'oh, yeah, that's so sweet!' And it was. For a while.

I was rushing to the airport...rushing because if I didn't make the flight, I was screwed. I made it, luckily, earlier than I'd thought. So I was pretty mad when the flight was delayed anyway. Delayed two hours because of snow.

I had been headed to Colorado to visit my family. I had already made excuses for missing the first flight, and that was hours ago. I'd told my aunt that I really had some 'business' to take care of, when really I was just too lazy to go. It was almost New Year, and I'd already stayed here, in North Carolina, over Christmas. But I had to go see my aunt Louise, because I'd promised.

My birthday was coming up, too. And I know I'd be murdered if I wasn't in my hometown. But the flight was delayed, ugh. So I sat there, all by my lonesome, and I was very surprised when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Um, were you headed to Boulder, too?" She asked. Yes, She. Jill. The only one I have loved, or ever will love. But that's okay, because, James, she is yours. I saw her, and I loved her, and something just snapped. "Um, yea, I was. Why?" She was so beautiful. Her hair was the most amazing shade of red, like a burning fire. Oh, and her eyes...I'm sorry, James, I must go on.

"I just am bored out of my mind...I was going home from visiting for the holidays, and of course you know, the flight was held." She smiled, and I could tell something was going on, already. "I live here, in Charlotte. But I was going to visit my aunt and uncle in Boulder." I told her, just wanting to hear her voice.

"Really? That's good to know." She smiled. I hadn't really had a conversation with any girl in a while, and I had forgotten how easy it was to excite them. (I hadn't been out much, either.)

We just sat there for a few minutes; she was probably thinking and I was incapable of making small talk, as always. But it was great, anyway.

Yep, that's how we met, and I don't regret it. You just have to think, if I had went on Christmas Eve, or hours ago, when I was supposed to, that change in my life might have never happened. I was, like I said, a very important mistake.

So she finally managed to strike up a conversation, asked me if I had any brothers or sisters, where I worked (that conversation couldn't last long), anything to get to know me. You might say, 'how could you be that attracted to each other right off?' Well, that, I can't answer, but I do know this... She made me happy. That was a very simple way to describe it, but it was really way more than that.

I remembered past dates, though I hadn't had many. None of the girls made me talk like she did. When I thought I was finished telling a story, she'd ask another question. I never got any in, either, because she'd continually ask for explanations. But it was still great, the feeling that, although I'd just met her, that she cared what my life was like. A rare thing, I might mention.

I told her about my brother, how he was in the army, and about how, as soon as I gained the courage, I'd join him. He was twenty three at the time, and I looked up to him like a father. My parents had passed away when I was fourteen; they had been in a terrible car accident. So my brother basically raised me, though he'd only been sixteen. So, even though he was only two years older, he was like a father. I told Jill about why I chose to live in Charlotte, because it was a great city, and I really didn't like Boulder. We talked, I mean, I talked, until it was time to board the plane.

We had the same flight, amazing as it might seem, and her seat was two up from mine, too. Not that I'd be talking to her a lot from that distance, but she was that close.

James, this story is, if anything, an explanation to you. I want you to take these things into consideration, and know that it wasn't my fault that she left me. But, hearing about you in Jill's frequent phone calls, I'd rather her be with you than anyone else.