Pink Lady

Chapter 22

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Pink Lady
Chapter TWENTY-TWO: Connecting Four

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"Hello?"

"Hey Mitch," I replied, "It's Cait."

"Cait! Ommagosh, How are you! How's London?!"

I looked around in the LAX and found it comforting. Something I would never expect from being millions of miles away from Nate.

"Actually, I'm not in London." I admitted, "I just landed in Cali."

There was a disturbance, then some cussing and more disturbance.

"Sorry I dropped my phone. I thought I heard you say you're here."

I smiled, "I am."

I had to pull my cell phone away from my ear. All I could hear (and I'm sure the people around me could hear too) Mitchie screaming her lungs out. After a minute of unpaused screaming Mitchie returned.

"We HAVE to do something together. I had to go through last summers Camp Rock alone! I think you owe me!"

I was down for Mitchie's proposal. Maybe we can have some girl time and that could lead to somehow asking her if I can say at her place. I was sick of hotels. There was no way I want to stay in another stale smelling building by myself. The only thing that made the hotel back in London breathable was my flowers which are probably long gone by now.

"Shyeah, I owe you! What do you want to do?"

Mitchie scoffed, "EVERYTHING! Shopping, spa, and a girls night out!"

Everything sounded great except I don't think I have enough energy to go through all of them, "How about just shopping. I'm still suffering from jet lag."

I thought back to the wintery clothes I had in my suit case. Definitely not California material. I would have to stock up on some more suitable clothes until I go back to New York.

"I don't care! Oh my gosh! Where are you? I can borrow Shane's truck if you want. I'm an excellent driver. Jason said I was much better than Shane."

Well that beats trying to catch as taxi.

"Um, I'm still at the LAX."

"I'll be there soon!"

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Mitchie was blaring the truck's horn from a mile away. She slowed down the monster black shiny truck in front of me and waved me over. I tried to avoid the stares of curious people. I'm not in the mood to put on a fake smile and pretend my life is peachy keen. Heck, I've been exploited of my privacy, that enough should be a downer for weeks to come. I threw my suit case in the bed of the truck and climbed about five feet before I reached the seat of the passenger side.

"Shane really out did himself in the truck." I huffed, catching my air.

"It's a pity he hardly uses it." Mitchie put on her sunglasses, "He still hasn't passed his drivers test."

"Wow, 19 and still trying to pass?" I slipped on my seat belt.

Mitchie sighed, "Jason and I offered to teach him but he refuses."

I nodded and drifted away. I'm not sure if it was the heat inside that car that relaxed me or just the lack of sleep but I began to dream....

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Dream

"Please Nate. Go. Before my father comes." I begged.

Nate stood by my window with high hopes to climb in. He was wearing some corduroy pants with patches on the knees, a crisp white shirt with a vest over it. His curly hair was under a paper boys hat, which tilted slightly to the side. It was much different from what I was wearing. A thin cotton nightgown which was no type of clothes for the weather. It was a still fall night in the Alabama country side. Don't ask why I was there. I just was (and yes, for those technical people, I did have the southern accent). The orange leaves were slowly falling from the branches of the trees as a gust of a chilly light breeze shook them off. Nate took a step forward and the crunch of the leaves echoed volumes. I winced.