Charlie Rose

six

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars

We hop on our plane. Me and Brandie, on our way to New York. For her, to begin her acting career and for me, to find some answers. I snuggle up to Brandie. I've never been on a plane before and it is cold too. She is warm. Especially her heart, her beating heart. It softly beats to the rhythm of her breathing.

This is exactly what I have wanted for awhile now. I didn't to admit to it, but I have strong feelings for Brandie, ever since we met.

The flight goes for roughly 17 hours. I slept for most of and watched a movie about animals. I didn't really get but Brandie liked it and that was all that mattered. Brandie and I hop off to meet her new boss and crew. I came to meet Gracie. She jumped into my arms, the longest embrace I have ever had with her. I could see that it was making Brandie upset so I let go.

"Let's go talk somewhere quiet." said Gracie.

"It's ok, go talk, I have somewhere to be anyway, just meet me at our address, I'll message it to you." Brandie came over and locked lips to mine. I thinks she did it to make Gracie jealous but I enjoyed it anyway.

*****

Me and Gracie are at central park and we haven't spoken at all. It feels really awkward and I'm queuing the elevator music to begin.

"So your a lesbian now?" she questioned me with that judgemental voice that she always gave me when she didn't like something.

"Get fucked, you left and didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye. I wouldn't be so pissed if you had just let me say goodbye. You left and now I'm pissed and my mum is dead and just, just, fuck off." I walk off.

"But before I leave, don't call me or try to contact me in anyway."

I keep walking. I am in tears. I go to my new home to unpack. The apartment was given to Brandie, another prize for that contest she won and we both now live there but she will only have it for 2 years until we get on our feet. I hope she got someone to deliver our luggage, apparently, people actually do that in New York, they take your stuff to your place. New York is so different to Australia. The food, the look, the people, everything. I love it though, I normally hate change but this was the right change in my life. After mum died and everything happened back in Australia, I need change and this is the right kind that I am going to love. I still haven't cried about mum. I feel somewhere in my system that it was coming, I think that is why I am I not panicking to much about leaving.

I get to my place and it is beautiful. The view is outstanding. You can see over the whole city and I love that. I feel like I am on top of the world. Brandie is home. She seems surprised to see me.

"Hey, how was it? Did you sort shit out." She says so calmly. I think she can tell that I had been crying.

"Gracie can go fuck herself, I don't want anything more with that bitch." I am so angry. I know it was over nothing but I'm petty.

"Ok, I'm glad you got that off your chest. I have somethings to tell you." She seems excited.

"I have the best agent in New York and she is so cool. She will start by putting me out there for all acting positions, seeing as this one I only going to be part time. And another thing too, we need to talk about us."

I have never been in a relationship before but I have seen movies and that is never a good thing.

"Ever since I was 14, I have labelled myself as lesbian. I was just wondering if you were too or are you something else or what?"

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't thought about.

"Can I think about it and get back to you because I am unsure of what I am. All I can say is that I really like you and that is all."

We kiss. Not as good as our first kiss but it was still wonderful. Every moment with her is wonderful. She is wonderful.

"Let's go grab something for dinner, it is getting late." I put forward, only because I am so hungry. I refused to eat the plane food and I haven't eaten since Australia.

We go to a place called Taco Bell. I have heard of it before in movies and on YouTube but never had it before and I am pretty sure it is just a Mexican food shop. We order and take the food home. We sit in front of our TV. Did I mention that this place was already full of furniture and a huge TV and couch? We watch Netflix. Some horror movie or something. It wasn't very scary. I was too focused on my food and Brandie to care anyway.

The movie finished and so did we. I was so jet lagged. The 16 hour time difference was killing me so I decided I go to bed. Brandie stayed up and watched more TV.

I crawled into bed and closed my eyes, until a message came through to my phone.

I'm in your house Charlie, where are you sweetie...