Heart Break. A Paul Walker Love Story.

Heart Break

Heart Break, A Paul Walker Story.

Chapter One: Just An Accident.

I was at the New York airport, flying back home to Los Angeles from a short vacation to The Big Apple. I was an actress in LA, a struggling actress and singer with a pretty nice sized fan base, but it was nothing compared to Norman Reedus or Justin Bieber.

I had my plans ticket in hand, my headphones in, my brown hair in a ponytail. I was wearing black yoga pant leggings and a pink long sleeved shirt.
"Now boarding flight 217 to Los Angeles," the announcer lady said. I grabbed my carry on and started walking to the ticket lady. Three other flights started boarding the same time as mine so the airport became chaotic, I had to push my way through.
"Last call for flight 217 to Los Angeles." Once I heard that I started running through the crowd. Just as I got free of the crowd I ran right smack into someone.
"Ow," I cried as I fell to the ground and hit my head on the hard floor.
"I'm so sorry," a sweet mans voice said. He helped me up and I rubbed my head. He picked up my ticket from the ground. "217 to LA. Me too. C'mon I'll walk with you," he said.
"Okay," I replied as he picked up my carry on.
"I'm Paul," he said.
"Brooke," I replied.
"Nice to meet you Brooke," he said.
"You to," I replied.

The ironic thing about Paul and I being the last to board flight 217 was that we sat right next to each other.
"I'm so sorry about running into you," Paul said once we both got situated in our seats.
"It's fine," I replied.
"Why are you going to LA?" he asked.
"I live there. What about you?" I asked.
"Fast and Furious isn't gonna film itself, I also live there though," he said.
"Oh my god! That's why you looked so familiar! Those are my favorite movies ever!" I exclaimed. Paul just laughed.
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere," he said.
"I was actually an extra on Fast Five," I replied.
"No shit?" He asked.
"I was just one of those girls trying to look sexy before a race," I said. He laughed again.
"So you're a singer and an actress?" He asked.
"I enjoy singing but I really want to be an actress. It's just a dream," I replied.
"It's a good dream. I'm glad I met you," he admitted.
"Me too," I replied with a smile.
"You know, I'll talk to my people. I'll get you a part in Fast and Furious 7," he said.
"You don't have to do that," I replied.
"I want to," he urged.
"Okay," I gave in.

When we landed in California Paul's friend was there with his red Porsche.
"I swear to god if you scratched it," Paul threatened as he went up and man hugged his friend. He turned around to me.
"Vin, this is Brooke. I met her in New York," Paul said. It made sense, Vin Diesel picked up Paul Walker from the airport.
"Hi Brooke," he said as he shook my hand.
"Hi," I greeted. I wondered how his shirt didn't rip right off him. You could see every muscle on his body. I didn't mind it though. Not at all.
"C'mon I'll give you a ride home," Paul said. Vin hopped in the back seat and I got in the front.

I lived at the foothill of Mount Washington in a small three bedroom two bathroom home. I had a very small front yard but a little bigger backyard. Paul pulled into the short driveway.
"Cute house," he said.
"Thank you," I replied. He put the car in park.
"I guess I'll be seeing you around?" Paul asked.
"Yeah," I replied as I smiled. "I have your number. I'll text you. Thanks for the ride," I added. Vin handed me my suitcase and bag. "Thanks," I said.
"No problem," he replied as he jumped in front. I waved goodbye as I unlocked my door. I walked in and was greeted by Bella my white mini poodle. I ran to my laptop and googled Paul Walker. He was single, yet he had a daughter. That was fine by me.