Turbulence - (18+)

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GATE C53 SHAY

New York (JFK)

"How do you think the literature lovers of America would feel if they knew that their latest beloved novelist was a slob?" Meredith asked as she drew the curtains in my bedroom, letting what was left of the sunset seep through my windows.

"I'm not a slob." I groaned, tossing the latest copy of The New York Times across my bed. "I'm just depressed."

It'd taken everything in me not to call Justin when I'd read all of the confessions from his father in the press, when I saw what was the first to come of media backlash for all those hidden lies. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling about everything, if he could see himself ever forgiving his family now.

Then again, since he was probably the one who so quickly banned me from his visitor's list at the hospital, he probably wouldn't have picked up my phone call anyway.

"You're not depressed, Shay. You're pathetic." Meredith was still talking, picking up my clothes from the floor and tossing them into a pile in the corner. "This whole Jekyll and Hyde thing-smiling for the cameras during the day and crying at night has got to stop, and it's got to stop now."

"Tomorrow." I rolled across the bed. "I promise I'll be better tomorrow."

"You'll be better tonight." She yanked the covers off me. "You'll also start writing your next book, you know the one that's due in six months, the one your agent keeps "checking in" on you about. As your friend, I'll give you a couple more hours to mope, but then we're going out."

"Out where?"

"A party." She gave me an 'Is that a serious question?' look. "Where else? Remember how heartbroken you were when you and Ben came to an end all that time ago?"

"No." And I honestly didn't...

"Yeah, well, I do," she said. "And the way you got over him is the same way you're going to get over Justin. I can't deal with your daily pity party anymore."

"You can't force me to do a one-night stand." I dodged her pillow toss. "I'm not ready for that."

"Trust me, I've learned my lesson. You and one night stands don't work. I'm only suggesting a party-something non-book related, something non-Justin related so you can start moving on."

"Do you think he's seeing someone else? Do you think she's more of his type?" I knew I asked her these questions every day, knowing damn well she had no idea, but I couldn't help it. I was not over Justin, and there was a part of me that didn't want to ever completely get over him. A part of me that was still holding out hope.

"Shay..." She sighed and walked over to my closet, opening the doors. "You and me are going to leave for a friend's private party in exactly two hours. For those two hours, and the four to five hours we spend at the party, there will be no mentions of Justin, Elite Airways, the newspapers, nothing. The only thing I want to talk about is what you're drinking, what you're wearing, and who you're interested in bringing home. That's it."

"The first night we met, Justin told me that he didn't have a type," I said. "I wonder if he was just saying that to get me to go home with him...What do you think?"

She pulled a blue dress out of my closet and threw it at me before walking toward the door. "Be ready in two hours, Shay. Two hours."

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