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Authors: Alice Clayton
“Yeah, it looks really good. I love me some Super Sexy Scientist Guy.”
“You must be talking about Jack Hamilton,” I heard a voice say from behind me and the woman in 4D had popped her head over my seat to participate.
“Ha! Everyone I know adores that kid,” the flight attendant squealed.
“Oh, my goodness,” 4D started, “did you see his last movie? I almost died when he was in that towel…gah!”
“Yeah, he's pretty to look at,” the flight attendant sighed, and all three of us began to giggle like school girls.
“He really is…” I added, smiling to myself as the other women continued to fawn over the man who had hit his head on my toilet bowl only hours before.
***
When the plane finally landed, I was exhausted. It had been an emotional day, I'd gotten no sleep the night before and plane rides were always tiring, especially when you take advantage and imbibe the free Bloody Marys.
I grabbed my bags off the carousel and made my way towards the line of cabs into the city. When it was my turn, I gave the driver the address of the W hotel, then checked my messages and smiled as I listened to Holly instructing me to call her as soon as I reached my hotel. I couldn't help but call Jack, and was a little saddened by the fact that I just got his voicemail.
“Hey, love, I'm in a cab heading into the city now. Wanted to call and let you know I made it here safe and sound. And I even met a few fans of yours on the plane! I told her I fucked you repeatedly and often. They seemed oddly shocked by that. Kidding. Well, call me when you get this, I don't care how late. I want to talk to you before I go to sleep. I love you, and would you believe I miss you already, George? OK, bye.”
I sank back in the seat and watched as the neighborhood of Queens quickly gave way. We crossed the bridge and as I saw the lights of the city, I began to smile uncontrollably.
It was after nine and the sky was fully dark. Everything was lit up, and the way the city looked as we crossed the river was magical. Absolutely magical.
We drove through the concrete canyons, across town, and then made our way through midtown. Hundreds of people were out, crossing the streets, sitting at cafes, pouring in and out of doorways.
There was a pulse to this city, and after leaving the laid back charm that was Southern California, my brain was hungry for the fuss and the muss of Manhattan. It was hot and steamy and even though it was nighttime, it was still thick and humid. I pulled my hair up off my neck immediately and shrugged out of my cardigan.
We raced along, the driver slamming the brakes on every block or so, honking back at other cabs and at the pedestrians crowding the streets. Even though many left in late summer, there were still tons of people and my eyes drank in the masses.
Every time I was here, my heart beat a little faster. And this time was no different.
As we pulled in front of the W, the bellman came out to help with my bags and I was soon whisked inside. While I was checking in, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned.
It was Michael.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” I exclaimed, hugging him.
“Holly told me when you were getting in, so I thought I'd stop by and buy you your first drink in New York. You're not too tired, are you? Shit, I should've given you time to settle in.” He grimaced as he pulled back. He was dressed casually like me, loose khakis, gray t-shirt, Converse. His hair was quite curly in the humidity and framed his dark brown eyes.
“No, no I would love that! I'm tired, but really it's not even seven to me. Let me drop off my bags and then we can grab a drink. Do you mind if we have it here?” I said, gesturing to the gorgeous lobby bar.
“That sounds like a plan. Lemme help you,” he said, grabbing my bags and leading me towards the elevator.
My room was on seventeen, high enough to have a great view. And since it was the W, my room was tricked out. We were setting everything down when my phone rang. I flopped across the bed to grab it and when I saw it was Jack, I smiled hugely.
“Hey, Johnny Bite Down! How are you?” I asked.
“Hey, yourself. How was your flight?”
“It was good. Long…but good,” I sighed.
“Sounds like me…long and good.” He chuckled.
“Ha ha, very funny. I miss you already, you know,” I said, dropping my voice a little.
“I know. I miss you, too. I'm sorry I missed your call earlier. Is it too early for phone sex?” He laughed.
Michael stuck his head out from the closet where he had been putting my bags away. “Hey, Grace, do you want this one in the bathroom?” he asked.
“Yeah, that's fine, thanks,” I called out. “So, phone sex, can it wait until later tonight? I want to be able to give you my full attention,” I continued.
“Who was that?” he asked, his voice curious.
“Oh, Michael was here at the hotel when I got here and we were just about to go grab a drink after I get settled in,” I answered.
“Are you in your room?” he inquired, his voice still curious, but with a slight edge to it.
“Yep, he helped me get my bags up here and then we're heading back down to the bar,” I answered, rolling my eyes.
“Uh huh,” he muttered.
How cute, he was a little jealous.
“Oh, Sweet Nuts, I really wish I could see your face right now, along with other parts.” I laughed, and he loosened up.
“Well, I'll tell you what. You go have your drink and then call me later. I'm heading out soon, too. I'm actually doing an open mike tonight.”
“You are! Wow, I really wish I was there for that,” I said, chewing on my lip. I knew he did those from time to time, it just had never happened while we were together. I would kill to see him sing on a stage, just him and his guitar. I thought of all the mornings he had played me my own action soundtrack while I got ready, and I smiled.
“I wish you were too, love. I'll speak to you soon then, yes?” he said softly.
“Yes, I love you, George,” I cooed.
“I love you, too, Gracie.”
And with that, we hung up. I sat on the bed for a moment and then Michael came back in. He sat down next to me. “I thought his name was Jack…”
“What?” I asked, coming out of my haze.
“You called him George…I thought his name was Jack,” he said again, looking puzzled. I gazed back at my old friend, a look of puzzlement on his kind face.
“It is Jack. The George is a long story. Let's go get that drink.” I smiled.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself off the bed and headed out of the room with Michael close on my heels. As the door swung shut behind us, I saw the lights of New York twinkling beyond the window.
I was here and it was time for me to shine.
The End
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Acknowledgements
To Elizabeth for taking a chance on me.
To the online writing community where I have made so many wonderful friends and gained so much valuable insight.
To my family and friends who have been so supportive and patient with me while I try on this new hat.
To everyone who has embraced their inner Grace.
And to Peter, who has always been my George.
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About the Author
Alice Clayton attended University of Missouri, with an emphasis on Theater Arts.
She now makes her home in South St. Louis City, where she shares her life with her long time boyfriend, Peter, and their children of the four legged variety.
This is Alice’s first novel.
Her website is: www.aliceclayton.com
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