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I couldn't help but laugh; it was the funniest thing I had seen all day. It was still mean though, I felt bad for Grant, but he made me laugh an actual real laugh which was refreshing. I walked over and rubbed my hand over his back, "Are you okay?"
He finally leaned up from the garbage and smiled slightly, "Yeah, I can't really take those rides. I have a weak stomach."
"That's totally understandable. Thank you so much for bringing me here though, it made my day so much better." I flashed Grant a relieved smile as we walked slowly towards his car.
The impression on the day that I thought I was going to have was pushed out of my mind as I remembered how it felt being on the carousel again for the first time in ages. I thought today would be a terrible day, but it ended up being pretty good. My mind was kept off of Danny for the most part, thanks to Grant.
Chapter 18
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"Flight 172, now boarding on the West Wing at gate 3." A voice came over the intercom at the airport, waking me from a light sleep. I hadnt slept any the night before, from worrying about this flight so much.
Grant and I both sat in the waiting seats at the air port. We had been waiting all morning due to flight delays. Let me say, it was the most boring wait ever. Also, I was nervous. I hated air planes. Just the thought of being that high up in the air gave me goosebumps.
172 was our flight though. I glanced over at Grant, who was now standing from his seat. Reluctantly, I stood as well and followed him towards the gate.
The lady at the gate was beautiful, her hair was pulled up tight and she had an airport uniform on. Honestly, I would be looking like a nervous wreck if I were standing in her shoes; but, that was just me. I hated the thought of being off the ground. She glanced at Grant to check him out, and then glanced at me and gave me a dirty look. I smiled nicely at her, despite her look and kept walking.
As we boarded the air plane the palms of my hands started sweating and my head started feeling dizzy. This definitely wasn't a good idea. We finally took our seats waiting for everyone else to board.
Grant looked over to me and laughed, "I see your already fidgeting and we haven't even left the ground yet."
I looked down at the ticket I was holding, it had been torn to shreds. Looking over at Grant, I laughed nervously. "I just... I have never been on one of these." My mouth stuttered over the words trying to get a complete sentence out.
He laughs and puts his hand over mine and squeezes, "You have nothing to worry about, I promise people get on and off these things all day every day. You will be okay."
Grants soothing words didn't help at all. I just couldn't help being afraid, after all the crashes I had heard about in the past. I vowed to myself I would never get on an airplane, the night Izzy and I, had to stay in the movie theater because we were crying too much after watching We Are Marshall. Also, the many times I had to hear my mother talking about the year Lynard Skynard's plane crashed. She still cries about it to this day; but here I am, getting on an airplane.
I leaned back in my seat and tried to concentrate on something else; it was either our plane going down and crashing or Danny. I don't know which I would rather think about.
"So, I know you probably don't want to talk about it... And I probably shouldn't be asking; but, you never told me about the other night." Grant's voice was deep as he looked over at me seriously, "Its just Samantha, you were really scaring me out there."
I had been waiting for this moment, honestly. I knew sooner or later Grant would ask about it but I still didn't really want to talk about the fact that I am pretty much a home wrecker. Granted needed to know though. He deserved to know.
I took a deep breath before letting out all I had to say to Grant; as soon as I start speaking the plane starts taking off. I quickly grabbed the side of my seat and Grants hand.
Grant laughs hysterically, "You sure are something."
I was extremely thankful for Grant letting me squeeze his hand until it literally turned blue.
We were finally up in the air, and it honestly wasn't that bad. My heart beat was finally backed to normal, and my hands had finally stopped sweating. I couldn't look out the window at all, so I just kept my eyes on anything and everything inside. The seats were full with all different kinds of people, especially the little kid sitting in front of my seat. He was chubby with red hair. I couldn't help but over hearing him reading 'The Lord of the Rings' out loud; and when I say out loud he was practically screaming it. No one could block him out.
Every once in a while, the older red headed women would lean over and nag on him, telling him to shut up. Every time the kid lowered his voice, but minutes later he was back screaming it again.
I don't mean to be a bitch or anything, but I would never have kids in my life. I guess I just don't have the patients.
I couldn't help but laugh at the situation though as the mother leaned over and started whipping him from her seat.
I was avoiding Grant though, and he knew it. I hear him sigh with impatience, "Sam, if you don't want to tell me then fine, but it worried me."
I sat there for a moment, and then looked over his way. "There isn't anything to be worried about anymore. That night I had been with Danny."
Grant looked at me confused, and cocked his head to the side.
"Yes, the engaged guy." I finally looked out of the window avoiding Grant see the tears running down my face; also because I was starting to feel closterphobic. I needed to see something else. "We kept seeing each other for a little while."
I thought my confession would probably piss Grant off a little bit, but to my surprise Grant nodded and smiled. "Well I figured that one."
"It's over though, so there is nothing to be worried about."
Everything else sort of just spilled out, like the fact that Danny and I had slept together on multiple occasions; also, the fact that Danny told me he was going to break things off with Charlie but never did. Although, I didn't give Danny much time to let him break things off with her before everything blew up. Now I would never know what would have happened.
Grant nods and keeps flipping through his magazine, avoiding eye contact with me. "You must really love him. I have never seen someone cry so hard."
I did love Danny, but none of that mattered anymore.
My eyes watched everything below pass by looking like another miniature world. Tears finally started flowing down my face, and Grant grabs my hand.
"Sam, don't cry. He isn't worth it and one day he will know he fucked everything up."
I knew Danny would eventually regret everything that happened, but it would be too late. I wouldn't be around when he decided he had made the mistake. Well, not if I could stay strong and tell him no.
I couldn't talk anymore about Danny though, it was too hard. So I glance to Grant and smiled, "Thank you so much for being here Grant."
He shifts in his seat and leans his head back, "Hey, what are friends for?"
******
Hours later our plane finally landed in New York. I was so excited to finally be back on the ground. Grant and I quickly got our things together and headed to the gate.
As we walk through the gate Grant looks over and laughs at me, "Hot damn, we actually made it!" He made his voice sound like a southern accent as he spoke.
I laugh when he does this, I don't think I had ever heard someone mock a southerner so well. "Ahh, Grant. You're a man of many talents I see."
He looks over at me and gives me a confused look, "What are you talking about?" He grabs our bag and looks bag at me.
"The southern accent?"
"I do have many talents, but that's not one of them. I am actually from the South. Mississippi, actually."
Grants face was dead serious as he told me this. He was really from the south? I immediately looked down to his feet, and then looked back up at him. I was always told that southerners didn't wear shoes. Or have bathrooms. That was all I ever heard though.
Shows how much I actually knew about him. Though, I was extremely excited to know a southerner.
"But.. You haven't always talked with a southern accent.." I asked him confused, as I tried to keep up with his long strides.
"Well Samantha, that's because I live in the big city now. Most people stereotype."
This was true.
"... You probably thought that we used the bathroom in out houses. Or didn't wear shoes, I've been asked that one many times. Or just something silly like that. That's what everyone else thinks." Grant explained.
This was true too, but I would never tell him that.
I was still trying my hardest to keep up with him and she so easily strolled through the huge crowd of people leaving the airport.
"I didn't think that at all." I said as we finally stopped on the sidewalk outside of the airport.
Grant laughs as he looks back at me, "You're a terrible liar." He sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles for a cab.
I was really getting tired of everyone telling me I was a terrible liar. I wasn't that bad. Did he want me to be brutally honest with him? I don't think so.
A cab finally slams on its breaks right in front of us, making a loud screeching noise. Grant loads our luggage into the trunk and we both hopped in. And once again we were off, through the streets of the city that never sleeps.
The cab drove us all around downtown, and it was amazing. It was more than I had ever seen before. Shopping places, restaurants, and clubs on every corner. Since I grew up in a small place, I had never seen all of this. Of course I had ridden the ferry over to Boston a couple of times; but, Boston wasn't anything like this.
People were packed walking down the sidewalks and the traffic was jammed, so I did the only thing I could possibly think of and rolled my window down. I stuck my head half way out of the window and glanced up at all the sky scrapers.
I could definitely get used to this.
I felt like I was on top of the world for once as I closed my eyes and let the wind hit me in the face. My mind couldn't think of anything thing else.
Until, the cab driver slammed on breaks throwing me off of my seat again. It was unsettling, but I finally fell back into my seat. I looked over to Grant who was sitting there calmly like nothing had happened.
"You okay?" Grant looks over at me and chuckles. "These cab drivers are terrible drivers, but we are almost there. Promise."
I turn my glance back out the window, and nodded.
Moments later we were at a halt in front of a huge, beautiful building. It had to be at least 30 floors, full of huge windows. I had never seen anything like it before. I looked over to Grant who was getting out of the cab, so I followed him.
"Whoa, this is where you live?" I asked.
Grant looks back and laughs, "Yeah, this is it." He grabs our bags, and hands them to the bell boy, "Oh, you'll probably have to excuse my roommate, no telling what he is doing."
Grant had a roommate?
We both walked towards the elevators once we were inside. "I didn't know you had a roommate. I don't want to impose."
"Naw, you won't be. I promise." He pushed the 15th floor button, and we started moving. "Cannon will absolutely love you."
*******
As we walked in Grant's apartment, my mouth dropped to the floor. It was absolutely beautiful inside. There were huge bay windows all across the wall looking out onto the city, I walked over slowly, it was like I was in a trance I had never seen anything like it. I noticed the name of his apartments, they were called Avalon Fort Green.
Grant had mentioned that his apartments his apartment wasn't the bed, but it was liveable. In my opinion though, this apartment was five star material.
I feel a presence walk up behind me, "This could be yours one day, Samantha." Grant rubbed my shoulder, "Make yourself at home."
The words gave me chills; New York City could be my home one day. I could be one of those people walking back and forth from work every day in this amazing city. I smile at the thought.
"Roomie, I thought you would never make it home."
I hear a voice pop out of nowhere, so I quickly turn around to check out Grant's roommate.
He looked like the artsy type, he wore boyfriend jeans, and an old t-shirt with paints stains covering it. He was cute though, his brown hair was curly; almost like Danny's in a way. And his green eyes stood out like none other.
I smile at him politely, as he looks at me sweetly. It wasn't a 'check out' look. His mouth just curled up into a nice smile, and his eyes roamed to Grant. "Hey, I am Cannon. I didn't know Grant had met someone in Martha's Vineyard."
"Oh, we aren't... We aren't seeing each other." Grant said quickly, "I brought her because my editors wanted to meet her."
My head snaps to Grant, he had never told me that his editors wanted to meet me personally.
Cannon laughed, "Well this girl must have some talent. It's nice to meet you." He winked at me, while walking past me towards the kitchen grabbing a glass and a wine bottle. I kept my eyes on Grant though.
I couldnt quite figure Cannon out though. He looked like a total bad guy in the face, but his movements screamed good guy. The way he smiled at me, it was completely innocent.
"Yeah, my editors read the chapters you had finished and they were impressed" Grant laughs while he looks at me, and nods his head, "I wanted it to be a surprise."
"Wow, they wanted to meet me?" I asked slowly, while taking a seat on the couch.
Grant walked over and sat beside me, "Yes, Samantha. Isnt It exciting?" He pauses for a moment and then begins to talk again, "All you ever wanted is about to be handed to you on a golden platter if you just let it happen."
All I had ever wanted was about to be handed to me? I sit there in shock as he rambles on and on about his editors and the book. I wasn't sure if writing was all I ever wanted now. What about Danny?
I couldn't stop to think about anything else once Danny hit my mind, and to think, I was doing so well with keeping him off my mind. Was I stupid to be worrying about Danny?
I was once again zoned out, when I finally look up to Grant who is sitting there looking at me, "Sam? Did you hear anything I said?"
"Yeah, I did. I just zoned out for a moment. It all hitting me at once and its all so exciting." I smile widely, trying to cover up being confused about everything. I couldn't let Grant think that I was unappreciative about any of this, because it all meant the world to me.
Maybe it just scared the shit out of me: maybe, I just didn't want the drama to end with Danny and I. I knew if I left, there would be no more me and Danny, at all. Maybe, that wasn't so much of a bad thing.
I stood up, and walked back over to the window staying quiet. I finally feel Grants hand on my shoulder, "Is that not what you want anymore, Sam?"
Of course it was what I wanted, it was all I ever wanted. "Of course, it's a great opportunity Grant. Thank you so much."
The conversation was finally over when Grant showed me into my room, it was very homie. It also had huge windows making the room very bright. I quickly pulled my hand in front of my eyes as I walked in.
Grant grabs the remote, and puts down the shades. I tell you, this place gets better and better by the minute. "Get some rest Sam, Im sure you are tired."
Just like that, Grant disappeared from my room leaving me in the darkness. I was all alone, letting my thoughts soon drive me to insanity.
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