Meeting You.

A New Life

"But maybe I can ask the person sitting in B-3 can I switch."

"That would be nice" he smiles

"Okay cool."

As we make our way to Our seats we notice a old man is sitting in B-3

"Um.. sir?" I ask

No budge

"Sir." I say a little louder

"Uh what.. Who's there?!" He wakes up

"Um do you mind if I switch seats with you."

"Yeah okay" he says getting up moving past me.

As me and the guy from the ice cream shop sits down it seems to get awkward.

"So.. NYU?" He asks

"Yeah... You?" I says looking at him

"Yeah.."

"You never told me your name" he says

"Oh sorry. It's Kayla"

"Nice to meet you Kayla. I'm Jamson"

"Nice to meet you." I say and he shakes me hand.

"Where are you from?" I ask

"Utah"

"Oh cool."

"You?"

"Florida"

"Nice. I've never been."

"You should really go it's alot like California" I smile

"Yeah.. I went to California for vacation this summer with my dad."

"Oh cool."

"I saw you in the icecream shop." He says

"Oh.. I saw you to."

"I'm sorry for starring at you." He laughs

"It's totally okay." I smile.

"So is this your first time gong to New York." I ask

"No I lived there when I was four.. But we had to move back to Utah." He says looking down.

"Why?"

"I mom was with some dude at the time.. And um.. Later she died."

"I'm sorry I asked."

"No it's okay."

"Want some cheese squares?" He says reaching into his pocket pulling out a packet of 'Cheese-It"

"Yeah I love those." I didn't know they were called that though." I laugh.

"That's what I called then ever since I was a kid" he laughs.

Then I notice he has the word "Freedom" tattooed on his arm in German

"Your German?" I ask stuffing my mouth with cheese squares.

"My dad is part German."

"So how many tattoos do you have?"

"About 14" Jamson says eating more cheese squares.

"Oh cool."

"Do you have any?" Jamson asks looking at me

"Um.. No. But it would be cool to get one."

"Where do you want one?"

"On my neck."

Jamson just stops and looks at me.

"I'm kidding!" I laugh

"Oh. But that would be cool. Like hamster tattooed on your heck. It could be a cute way of saying Gangster."

I burst out laughing. Me and Jamson talk all night about Tattoos, cheese squares and what we are going to do at college. By 3:00am I start to feel sleepy.

"Are you tired?" He ask looking worried.

"Yeah." I say leaning back.

"Okay good-

Then he stops in the middle if his sentence.

"You have crumbs in your hair."

"Oh thanks" I say wiping then out.

And then we both fall asleep.

(Sorry this was short but tell me what you think. Comment and vote :) and I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. Thank you for reading.)