The Day I first Met You...

Chapter 8.

A/N Like i said before guys im using real events like the NLT but mixing up dates and cities and things to fit the story - its all fiction after all :)

Jasmine's POV.

The flight to New York had taken so long, and OMG it had been so uncomfortable. I was stuck in the centre seat of a row of 5 and on one side of me there was a mum with 2 LOUD kids and the other side of me two old smelly men. I was so glad when I heard the air hostess announce we were finally landing. The next couple hours had been pretty crazy, it was my first time in America, and fuck me everything was big! Id taken a taxi from the airport to the hotel i was staying in. I didnt really have a plan for how i was gonna do all this but id booked a room for 3 nights in New york to begin with and i figured id try buy a cheap car and just go from there.I knew it was going to be hard but id saved a lot of money and i needed to do this for myself. 

I was sitting in my hotel room on the floor playing my guitar a little, (Id barely brought any clothes but id made sure i packed my laptop my ipad my guitar and my harddrive with all my favourite films on.) and i decided to go on tumblr, id not been on since the night of the funeral because i was getting a lot of messages from followers about my mum and as lovely as they were i couldnt deal with them just then. I opened my laptop and pulled it on my knee, clicking on the link to tumblr I saw i had 12 new messages - wow. I replied to the people i knew well explaining what had happened and confirming I was indeed in the USA now, i hadnt even thought about meeting up with anyone I knew online it was maybe a good idea while I was here. The last and most recent message was anonymous which got me curious - I don't tend to get a lot of anon messages on tumblr. I read it;

"Hi there, I don't know you but I came across your blog and I just wanted to say that you seem like a really nice girl. I'm so sorry for your loss and hope that you are coping okay. I saw you mentioned that you were moving to the states, I hope you enjoy it here. Where are you going to be staying? I hope that your adventure makes you happy - you have a beautiful smile. From D xo"

It was a simple but really touching message from a stranger... 'D'... whoever it was seemed genuinely interested in my life so what the hell, I replied even though I don't ususally reply to anons.

"Thank you for the kind message and the concern. I'm doing okay so far although it is a little overwhelming here in New York - I'm in NYC for a few days and then im not sure where to next, perhaps a few spots in North Carolina, my mum had some friends there I might try to look up. Where do you live? Thanks again for the kind words and compliment."

I closed my laptop and decided i would get out of the hotel for a while, it was a really nice day so I threw my iPad and my journal and pen in my bag and grabbed my hoodie on the way out the door. Once on the street I started walking vaguely in the direction I knew the nearest part of central park to be, to be honest I was lost in my thoughts and not really taking notice of where I was going - my head was filled with a mixture of things, the cyclical commentary of negative thoughts had gotten quite loud again in recent weeks, but more prominent at the forefront of my consciousness was the message from the tumblr stranger. It had been a while since a stranger had paid me a compliment, it felt strange.

By the time i'd really registered where I was I was walking past a cute cafe on the edge of central park and decided it would be a good place to stop and sit for a while, maybe write a bit, get some of these thoughts out of my system. I grabbed a iced latte from the very cute barista girl and sat at one of the outdoor tables at the entrance to the park. 

At first I just sat and watched all the people walking by. Wondering who they were, where they were going, what story their lives had to tell. An older man with a dog. A young smartly dressed girl chatting franticly on her mobile, a middle aged couple holding hands. It often came to me when people watching that we are just a blip really, a tiny moment in this whole universe. These people who walk by me now i'll likely never see again, they probably didnt even notice me sitting there watching them. Its a wonder how many people we don't notice are a part of our life story even just for a tiny second on a inconsiquential day having coffee in a new city. It made me think of the tumblr anon again, another tiny detail of the bigger picture of my life, however, whoever this anon was actually made an impression. Maybe i should make more of an effort to impact on these strangers' day... I looked up and caught the eye of a quiet young girl walking on her own and smiled at her. Simple as that. Maybe I made her day a little better, or maybe I totally creeped her out. I'll never know, and maybe thats the beauty of it.

Lost once again in my thoughts I was jolted back to reality when my phone buzzed on the table in front of me. It was a notification from twitter. Demi Lovato had tweeted and being a complete stalker fan, I have notifications when she does...

"@ddlovato: So who will be at my next 2 dates of #TheNeonLightsTour !?!? Boston tonight and NYC on thursday. Which crowds gonna be the best lovatics?"

Demi was playing here on Thursday night??!! My heart started to race, being a UK Loatic sucked but I hadn't even thought about teh fact that moving to the states meant moving closer to where Demi would be playing her tour. I pulled my iPad out of my bag and quickly googled 'Demi Lovatic tickets NYC'... maybe I would finally get to see my idol live!

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A/N:

Thank you for reading/voting/following guys. please comment your opinions good or bad so i can have some feedback. and thank you for the patience - ive been pretty low lately and unable to shake myself out of it to write but the sun is shining through my window today and im in a creative mood so enjoy!!

especially @hiddenlovatic :):)