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Eventually
EVENTUALLY
Looking beyond my hazy reflection in the glass window, I stared at the sky searching for any sign of the hurricane they said would be approaching. They being personnel at the airport. And the hurricane oddly enough named Athena.
"If only the Gods were appeased." I muttered to myself,"I wonder which of the flight attendants should be sacrificed."
"The one wearing the Boston necklace gets my vote."
Turning in surprise to my left, I found a young woman standing beside me - her own eyes transfixed at the late afternoon sky. She glanced at me, a slight grin on her lips.
"I'm a Yankees fan." She admitted leaning forward in a conspiratorial whisper. I returned my own grin and looked right into her blue eyes.
"And I'm a Sox fan."
Her nose scrunched slightly as she returned her eyes to the window.
"My deepest apologies."
"Mine too." I replied and she giggled. Clearing her throat, she held out her hand.
"Elizabeth Lourdes."
"Elena Casiraghi."
Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at the growing number of idle passengers.
"How long do you think we'll be stuck here?" She caught my eye. I glanced at the airliner's desk and sighed.
"A lot longer than they're letting on. We might not leave until early morning."
Elizabeth's face fell as she took in the information. Absently, she began nibbling on her lip before returning her gaze wearily on the window.
"And just as I was getting used to the idea of flying. Now I have the entire night to talk myself out of it."
"First time flyer." I commented, glancing down at our two bags. Her carry-on black bag bore the mark of Tommy Hilfiger - fitting for a woman who looked to be in her college years.
Eyeing the group of passengers, I spotted a small group of men looking in our direction with interest - a group of very unsavory looking men.
"I'm getting hungry, want to join me in the food court?" I asked not looking back at the group of men. "It's better than standing here all day."
Elizabeth's face turned serious as she considered the idea and I hid my amusement as she eyed me carefully. Giving a quick scan of the waiting area, she gave a smile and a nod.
"Sure."
A little over an hour later, we were bonding over fast food and a shared love for sports.
Elizabeth lazily twirled the straw of her oversized drink - a smile on her face.
"And that...that was incredible. Being there at Yankee Stadiu-" I watched her glance quickly down at her hip. Removing the cellphone from her belt, she placed the silver item on the table. "Sorry. Thought I heard it ringing."
"Ah...a camera phone."
"Yea. It's just like Jason's. So much for being original." Half way through a sip of her Sprite, her face fell - as the realization of her words set in.
At a whole nineteen years old, Elizabeth attempted to mask her feelings, but I knew the slip of that one name was the reason for the pain radiating off her body.
"And who's Jason? If you don't mind me asking that is." I inquired gently, twirling my own straw around. A distant look falling across her features and a sad smile gracing her lips, Elizabeth hesitated.
"Jason. Jason is a very long story."
"Yea well I have a very long time."
She laughed then - laughed and sighed. And rolled her eyes.
"I am in love with the most infuriating man on the planet."
"Sounds like quite a catch."
That seemed to help lighten her up - she laughed again. But then her face fell again, as she tucked a strand of light brown long hair behind her ear.
"I remember the moment I first saw him. It was the first day of class, we were all sitting and he walked in ten minutes late.....a bag slung over one shoulder......and a coffee in the other hand...."
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"And who are you?" The Professor asked staring straight at the young man as he sat down.
"Jason Morgan."
Jason Morgan. Elizabeth eyed him from across the room with interest. He was tall, lean and very handsome.
Looking away, she played with the pen cap on her desk. After what seemed like a few minutes, she glanced his way and quickly felt herself blushing. He was looking straight at her.
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"As though there wasn't enough stress and anxiety for the first day of class, but now there was this really cute guy."
"What was the class?" Elizabeth snorted.
"Public speaking." She finished chewing her fry. "I had a friend who had taken the class with that professor and hated it so I had tried to get in with a different teacher, but that class was the only one available."
"Ah...fate. So you two saw each other from across the room....love at first sight?"
"No. I'd be lying if I said that it was." She swished a fry around in ketchup. "But there was something different about him."
"Okay so who talked to who first?"
"It was a couple weeks before either of us said anythi-"
"A couple weeks?!" I gasped.
"Class was only once a week."
"Still." I singled out a fry. "He made no attempt to even get your attention?"
A wry smile crossed Elizabeth's face.
"Oh he tried."
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"...anyone, anyone? It's the pitch of your voice...."
Elizabeth scribbled down the notes from the professor's lecture.
He's sitting behind you. She stared at the diagram at the front of the room. He's sitting behind you. If you turn your head to the right slightly. She made the star on the page darker with her pencil. You'll see him across the aisle.
Her ears perked up at the sound of a dropped pen cap. Tilting her head just enough to the right to view the desk, Elizabeth turned her head back around to her notebook.
Another pen cap dropped. Again, Elizabeth tilted her head, but turned away before catching a glimpse of him.
The nose, the mouth, the voic... Another pen cap dropped. Elizabeth bit her lip to keep from laughing.
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"So who spoke first?"
"He did."
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Elizabeth rushed down the hall and into the class knowing full well that she was late. It didn't matter that it was only by a few minutes - today was the first speech she had to give. A speech she conjured about twenty minutes ago.
Entering the class room in the back, she scanned the area quickly for an empty seat. The table before her held the outspoken, chainsmoking aunt and neice - two women she was apprehensive to approach. But sitting right next to them was a better alternative than wandering around the room for a seat.
Just as Elizabeth was settling herself at the table, a large shadow fell upon her. Without wasting any time, Jason Morgan had taken the seat right in front of her.
"Do you have a pen I can borrow?" Elizabeth whispered to the neice.
For the introduction I need a thesis.
He has dark hair.
Three main points to the speech.
He's leaning back.
Wrap up the conclusion.
Damn he smells good.
Thirty minutes later, Elizabeth was walking back to her seat. The weight of the world seemingly off her shoulders. With each step she analyzed everything she did wrong in her speech, but that didn't stop her from glancing at the devastatingly handsome Jason Morgan as she approached her chair.
Letting loose a deep breath, she tucked her hair behind her ear as she sat down.
"Good job."
Her eyes flew to the deep blue of Jason's.
"Thanks." She whispered giving a quick smile.
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"He went all out." I commented dryly. Elizabeth tossed a small fry in my direction.
"Are you always this cynical?"
"No. You just caught me on a good day."
"Well I'm sorry it's not the blockbuster movie you were expecting."
"No, it's real life, which makes it better. I have to say I'm intruiged. I'm wondering when pretty boy finally got the nerve to ask you out." Elizabeth straightened in her seat and folded her arms across her chest.
"And just what makes you think he-"
"Because you, from what I gather, are shy when it comes to men." I wiped my fingers on the napkin. "How old is he by the way?"
"Twenty one." The french fry I was about to eat froze in mid air.
"I thought you said he was a freshman?"
"He was a first year student."
"Change of major?"
"No."
"Transfer?'
"No."
"Okay so he took a couple years off to work and then went to college."
"Not exactly." I was about to open my mouth when she held up her hand. "We'll get to that later."
"So when did it happen?" Elizabeth narrowed her eyes sharply.
"When did what happen?"
"Your first date..."
Her eyes went wide and her face softened.
"Oh um....End of February. We had talked a lot that class. It helped that he was sitting next to me. Anyway, after class we headed out to the parking lot....."
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Elizabeth knew he was near, just a few steps behind her. Slowing her pace down enough for him to fall into step, they parted from the rest of the students.
"So what are you doing this weekend?" Elizabeth lifted her head at the sound of his voice.
"Um...well I'm working this afternoon and tomorrow during the day." Their pace began to slow. "Why?"
"Well I...what are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing." She replied trying to control her hair blowing in the wind.
"Want to go see a movie?"
"What did you want to see?"
"I don't know." He answered shifting the bag higher on his shoulder. "I could call you later and we could figure out what..." Jason pulled his flip phone out of his pocket. "How do you spell your name?"
"E-L-I-Z-A-B-E-T-H."
"And your number?"
"I'll give you my cell. It's 653 - 1423."
"Where do you live?" He inquired closing his phone.
"Here in Port Charles. You?"
"Lisbon. When did you want me to pick you up?"
"Oh....well you don't have to do that. I can meet you there, especially if you're coming all the way from Lisbon."
"Yea, but the guy is supposed to pick up the girl." Elizabeth's mind really began to race.
"Yea, but that's my baby..." She added pointing to her sports car a few feet away.
"Okay, I get it."
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"I didn't know him. I didn't want to risk anything."
"It's understandable. So he met you there?" Elizabeth threw me another wry grin.
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Elizabeth walked into the movie theater and scanned the crowded lobby for Jason. Most of the faces were those of teeny-boppers leaving. Glancing at her watch, she took a long deep breath. She nervously tucked her hands first into her jeans and then into her black leather jacket - and waited.
Five to ten minutes later, she glanced at the door in time to see him enter. Jeans, white oxford shirt unbuttoned to reveal the white undershirt and a white cap - damn.
"Hey. You were in here." He glanced around. "Good idea."
"Well it was kinda cold out there."
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"Okay, okay wait a minute." I interrupted. "You're blushing."
Elizabeth gently smiled and cast her glance down at her plate.
"Well I was just remembering the way I felt at that moment."
"So I take it he paid."
"Of course he did. It's Jason."
"And how was the movie?" Elizabeth burst into laughter.
"We both hated it. He picked that Club Dread movie. God it was awful."
"You were paying attention to the movie." A guilty smile fell on her face.
"Sort of. It's hard to concentrate on a movie when he's sitting right there. Hell it's hard for me to form a coherent thought when I'm around him."
"And after the movie?"
"He walked me out to my car..."
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"So what are you doing tomorrow?" Elizabeth was thankful for the cold air - it was the only thing that could cool her burning skin.
"Nothing."
"Want to have dinner?"
"Yea." Jason smiled and nodded.
"Can I get a hug?" He asked taking a half step forward and an arm in the air.
"Yes, you can get a hug." She replied stepping into his arms.
They stood there for a few moments. Elizabeth could feel his muscles rip beneath the oxford shirt and the cool metal of his gold chain against her neck. Pulling away, she didn't dare meet his eyes until he moved a few steps away.
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"And the dinner?"
"Didn't happen." Elizabeth finished drinking her soda. "He had called me the next day as promised, but instead of taking me out to dinner, he offered to order out food and have me meet him at his place." She set her bottle down.
"His place?"
"Well at the time I didn't know he lived with his aunt and uncle. And I didn't know him that well either. So I called him back, told him I liked him a lot, but I'm sorry I'm not ready to go over to his place."
"He took it alright?"
"Oh yea. We didn't see each other until the next class and he told me he felt like a jerk. He hadn't even thought that I might not be comfortable. But he took me to dinner that night and even met my parents."
"Oh now this I have to hear."
A genuinely happy smile graced Elizabeth's face.
"It's when we really started."
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