My Life as a Walter Boy [Sequel to MLWTWB]

Throwing my carry on in the overhead compartment, I slumped down in the window seat. I was dead tired: it had taken me all night to pack up everything that I needed for New York.

You’d think my mom would have been a little more considerate and told me she was shipping me across the country with less than 24 hours notice. She probably did it, so I couldn’t think of an excuse or way out. I knew it wasn’t true, but it almost felt like she wanted my life to be miserable.

It was a double blow of misery too. Not only did I have to work for a girl’s magazine, but also I was going to have to live with Jackie. How could my mom possible think that would go over well? Especially, after everything that had happened between the two of us.

My thoughts drifted back to that fatefully Christmas break, and I immediately felt my breakfast turn in my stomach. Holding my breath to fight back a wave of nausea and heartbreak, I wondered how Jackie was okay with this, me moving in.

She probably would feel bad saying no, after everything my family has done for her. It also wouldn’t seem fair if she said no to me, but let Danny live with her for the past four years, free of charge.

Jackie was too nice for her own good. Lets face it; everyone knew that these upcoming months would be awkward as hell. I would just have to stay out of her way and make it seem like I wasn’t there at all.

Hopefully I could save up enough money, so I could move out and into my own apartment. I could convince Danny to live with me, our own bachelor pad.

I sighed. That would never happen. Danny didn’t need a bachelor pad. My mom was constantly talking about how she could hear wedding bells in the future. Despite the distance, Danny and Katie had managed to stay together.

If only he could tell me the secret to how that worked, maybe things could have turned out differently between Jackie and me.

I doubted that Danny would even want to move away from her anyways. The two had become best friends over the past four years, and I was willing to bet he would choose her over me any day. God, my life sucked.

“Um, excuse me?” I heard someone clear her throat. I looked up to see a girl in front of me who was jaw droppingly beautiful, despite the thick red framed glasses that made her look like a nerd. Or a librarian, I couldn’t decide.

“Yes gorgeous?” I asked, putting on my best smirk. “My name’s Cole. How can I help you?” Maybe this flight wouldn’t be so bad after all. At least I could forget the coming torture for the next few hours, which would surely fall upon me when the plane landed..

“Well, good for you Cole.” The girl said, looking entirely uninterested. “You can help me by moving your cocky ass out of my seat.”

I stared up at the girl, my mind blank. “Wha?” I managed to stammer out.

“Look, I’ve been on a really tiring business trip. Just get out of my seat.” The girl repeated. This time she looked annoyed as she glanced down at me.

I blinked. Did someone just turn me down? No, I thought, I’m definitely dreaming. Must have popped one too many sleeping pills before take off.

“Tick tock,” she continued, and her bitchy tone snapped me out of my daze. Okay, so maybe I just needed to turn up the charm a bit? Sometimes the prude ones were a little tricky to win over. Running a hand through my hair, I stretched and flexed my muscles.

“Sorry babe, but I know this seat is mine. Why don’t you check your ticket for me one more time?” I winked at her and snuggled down into my seat to show that I wasn’t moving.

“Is there something wrong with your eyes? Can you not read?” She asked sarcastically, “And how about your brain. I know my ticket is right, so just get up!” Grabbing my arm, she tried to yank me up.

“Okay, whao!” I complained, giving up the charming guy act. This girl was a total witch. Probably related to that one killed by Dorothy. Maybe if I dumped my water bottle on her she would melt? “Who do you think you are, chick? Queen of England? If you’re so concerned about having preferred seating, then you should have bought a First Class ticket.”