If I run

Chapter 6 (Collin)

As soon as I got back to the hotel I started writing, and tore it up, and wrote again leaving it be till morning when I read it again and deleted it "conquer fear for glory.... I'm not afraid" I said shaking her words from my head, "I'm not afraid" I said again getting dressed.

Taking my tablet to the park, I tried typing again and severally more times again, before giving up. I'm honestly screwed if I can't get this together. "Is that all you do?" Abigail asked walking towards me "work?" "yeah" "you could say so" I said "boring" she sighed once again " I don't think you belong here" she muttered sitting down on the grass next to me "why not?" "because Paris is for dreamers and doers...... then again maybe you should be here" she said contradicting herself "why the contradiction?" I asked with a smirk "because Vincent van Gough once said there is but one Paris, the French air clears up the brain and does good... a world of good" she spoke with a smile " but sitting here, in a park, is not what you need..... it's supposed to rain later, that's what you need" she said "I need rain?" I asked confused " sorry, everyone here doesn't take the easy path to say what they mean... you need to have fun, get drunk, dance in the rain, act like a kid again, you need to be French" she insisted with her eyes getting wide "and how would I be French?" I asked "the French don't give a damn what you say, it's do! Paris isn't a city, it's another world, now get off your god damn lazy ass and have fun, go do something, and meet me at the square by the fountain at noon" she said getting up and she started running again. she was full of light, like a muse, but I'm not, I work and that's kind of it besides picking girls up every once and a while. I don't even know what to do, I don't know Paris and I've lost my excitement and passion for almost everything. maybe I am afraid? but of what?

Hours passed an I ran back to the hotel to get an umbrella and I then went to the fountain and it started pouring down rain she came up to me with an umbrella also "give it here" she said holding her hand out "the umbrella? are you crazy it's pouring!" I said "maybe I am a little crazy, but it keeps life interesting, so come on, give it here" she said taking hers down and I reluctantly gave mine to her "much better" she said smiling "we're going to get sick!" I yelled as she started walking towards the park "that's just an old wives tale, come on" she yelled with a smile that... and not to quote Taylor swift but, could light up this whole town... I have sisters, don't judge "why don't you stop worrying and have fun for once in your life" she asked taking my hand pulling me through the trees "you are so not the Abigail Reynolds I remember" I said and she threw her head back and laughed "your not the first to say that.." She said before stopping "what already had enough'" I asked "no, but, I used to be like you, so serious, that's what got me here and it was useful until I realized it was only slowing me down... life is to short to spend inside a box, which is why we are out here in the rain" she said flicking water in my face laughing "do you honestly think this will help my writers block?" I asked "I'm not sure, but the way I see it is either way it's a story to tell you children how a crazy model dragged you all over Paris in the pouring rain... when your old you won't remember the long drives to work or the stress, you'll remember afterwards, the fun you had and that's what counts, not the money. it's what you've done. Haven't you ever played the game life?" She asked and it started to click, she was right "I think you just may be crazy enough to be brilliant" she laughed before taking off once again, skipping and twirling in her leggings and sneakers her shirt was soaking wet and clinging to her skin but she wasn't self conscious as she ran through the streets dancing, there was nobody else out, everyone else was sane and inside.

"I'm telling you it's all fear" she said randomly after I tripped and she had finished laughing "what's all fear?" "you, your all fear, your so afraid of what other people will think of your writing that you just don't, you probably have a couple of things started but you afraid to put them out there..... do you remember what Mr. Cling used to say about stage fright?" "yeah, that all you have to do is imagine their in their underwear" I said "no! you really didn't pay attention did you?" she asked and I smiled and laughed "I may have photographic memory but I never did pay attention well" "obviously, what he said was, your preforming their in the audience because their to afraid to get up on the stage, your already better then them so there is nothing to fear.... that's what I finally had to realize to get here, yes there are people prettier then me and could probably do it better then me, but I'm here and their not, that's the what sets people apart, there's always going to be someone better but if their not putting themselves out there who gives a damn." she said getting serious for a moment "come on, we're almost done" she said pulling me along once again before coming to her apartment building "come on up, its my fault your soaking wet" she said leading me to the elevator and then up to her apartment on the top floor "here throw me your clothes" she did and I obviously looked alarmed "oh please I don't actually care, fine if your going to be such a weirdo about it" she said walking off and throwing me a t-shirt and sweatpants "why do you have men's clothes?" I asked after changing and throwing her my wet ones "because I'm 6 foot 5, and Tony left them the last time he was here" she said "really your 6 foot 5 ?" I asked looking at her "yes, I am, which is why I'm a good model here, all the French are short" she said with a laugh "coffee?" "yeah black" she came back in a sweat shirt, shorts and her glasses  "does this sexy look, look familiar?" she asked sarcastically sitting down in a chair "yes, it does" I smirked "why do you keep smirking?" she asked laughing "I don't know why do you keep laughing" I asked with a smirk "stop smirking!" she laughed again "then stop laughing" I said once again smirking "only when you stop smirking" "impossible" "the word it's self says I'm possible" she countered "I can't say anything to that" I said giving up in defeat "so I win?" she asked with a smirk "I guess you win" "good"