Everything That Glitters

André

I stepped off the bus and immediately began looking for my older sister, Camille. I stop at the bottom of the steps to stretch and crack my back. As I step forward I feel my red and black Air Jordan Retro 5's step on something squishy. Scrunching my nose, I suck my teeth as I realize it's chewing gum. With my carry-on bag in hand, I walk over to the driver to receive the rest of my luggage while scraping my foot against the pavement.

He handed me three suitcases and a dufflebag, "OK, this shit is heavy...damnit Camille, you're never on time", I say out loud to no one in particular.

The driver chuckled, "Welcome to Philadelphia...where brotherly love no longer exists."

"Yeahhhh, I see that people here aren't funny either." I said as I rolled my eyes and hobbled off with five Louie Vuitton bags.

Why the hell didn't I just get the ones with wheels? I should have drove here...I wouldn't have to carry all these bags. Ugh! No, no, nooo, you had to leave EVERYTHING behind! Who leaves everything behind?? Me. That's who. It's ok, we're starting over, Alayna. From scratch. I think...well, argue with myself as I began walking towards the bus station lobby. I go through the lobby and out of the front doors; hoping Camille was parked out front.

Of course not.

As I try to soak in my surroundings I trip over my suitcase and before I could faceplant on the sidewalk, a pair of hands catch me...in a very uncomfortable place.

Staggering to my feet, I slap the face of the man without even noticing his features. He turned back to face me and my mouth dropped in awe.

He was too fine for his own good.

He had carmel brown skin and stood at least 6 feet to my 5'5 frame. He was clean cut in Levi 501 jeans and a black Polo button up shirt. He wore Jordan Retro 13 Black 6's and he was sporting a gold trimmed Jaeger LeCoultre watch on his wrist.

Simple. Nice and neat.

Hazel eyes, matching mine, glared at me as his lips turned up into a snarl.

"The fuck was that for? I was only trying to catch you from falling!"

Gaining my composure I reply, "Yeah, well I would prefer you not to catch my boobs in the process, jerkwad!"

A bewildered smile spreads across his face revealing perfect teeth, "Did you just say boobs...and what in the entire fuck is a jerkwad?"

Scowling, I pick up my bags and continue walking towards the steps with the jerkwad close on my heels.

"Wait...I didn't catch your name."

"That's because I didn't throw it."

"Listen, can we start over? I'm André." he chuckled as he extended his hand.

"I'm Alayna." I replied, ignoring his hand and picking up my bags.

He reached for my bags, "Here, let me help you. I hear your accent. Where are you from, the country?"

I allow him to take the three large suitcases from me, a major feat for Ms. I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T. "No," I say, not bothering to hide my annoyance, "I'm from Ohio and we don't have accents"

"Well, you sound country to me."

"Well you sound country to me." I mimic. As the last word left my mouth I hear a familiar voice call my name.

"Alayna!"

Turning away from the sexy jerkwad standing before me, I spot my sister sashaying my way.

"Camille!" I squeal in utter delight as we embrace. It had been five years since I last laid eyes on my big sister, although we spoke on the phone more often than not.