The Lucky One

Serena Reed is quite nervous about visiting her mother in London, England for the summer, especially since she hasn't seen her for so long, so it's like meeting a stranger all over again. One fatal dinner party with her mom leads her to meet a certain Brit. This new relationship soon turns into the "average" summer romance. But Serena's time in London is cut short when she is accepted into an photography course that will take up the rest of summer break. Will the pair stay strong or be forgotten?

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1. Begin Again

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"Alright kiddo, this is the last one!" my dads exclaims in excitement, rolling out my suitcase. I cram the final Louis Vuitton into the back of our Honda and shut the trunk, half expecting the back to explode and have all of my bags come tumbling out. You may think I'm over-packing, but I'll be in London for the entire summer, practically my entire room is in this trunk.

 The morning June sun is beating down on me, so I hurry into the car and blast the AC. Bye Weston Trails, I think as we pull out of the development. See you in the fall.

 "Serena," my dad snaps, jolting me out of my thoughts. "You're flight gate is C17, alright? You'll arrive in London at about 8PM tonight."

 "Tonight? Dad, I'm flying to Europe not Jupiter," I remark.

 "Oh, don't worry. I think you'll live," my dad chuckles. I ignore him and casually play with a strand of red hair. Yikes, my dark roots will look horrible in the fall.

 Thankfully, it's at this awkward moment when my best-friend Ashley texts me.

 From Ashley: hey ser! missing you already. xx

 To Ashley: i know. text u when i land boo :)

 During the long car ride to the Dayton, Ohio airport, I throw my hair back into a fishtail. It's my signature trademark that I do whenever I'm about to draw. It gets my creative juices flowing. It's kind of how Violet Baudelaire from The Series of Unfortunate Events ties her hair up in a ribbon before she invents something. Jeez, I read too much. 

 I pull out my sketchpad and my pencils from their place in my duffel bag and flip open to a clean page. Most of the time when I'm drawing, it's to show feeling, or bring out my emotions. I never say, "Hey, I'm going to draw a banana just because." So, I think for second. Then I draw an eye on the center of the page, the lashes stuck together because of the tears building up in it. I'm certainly going to miss Ohio for the summer. All of my close friends, like Ashley, Meghan and Jasmine. Then my mood suddenly shifts. Why be all sad about it? I'm probably going to have some great times in London. Around the pupil, I draw a tiny Big Ben, the Union Jack symbol, a camera, and... a heart. For my mom, who I haven't seen since she took off to London after my parent's divorce. I'm glad that I'll be able to spend time with her, but I haven't seen her in over 3 years. That's before I even got my license. Then, I draw a second heart, bigger than the first. For new love that may find it's way into this crazy summer.

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 I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder. "Wake up hun. We're here." My dad claps his hands, which makes me get up and follow him to the back of the car. I'm still a bit woozy from just waking up, and I practically trip over myself on the way inside. 

 I don't know how we do it, but my dad and I manage to fit all three of my massive suitcases into the parking garage elevator. It's a tight squeeze, probably because there's already a few others in the elevator with their luggage as well. I shift uncomfortably in my limited amount of space. When we finally get onto the airport floor, I'm the first to scamper out. I swear, the guy next to me had B.O you could smell a mile away.

 We make our way into the Dayton Airport, the morning crowd bustling about. Businessmen carrying their coffee on their Bluetooth, single moms dragging along their kids, and people like me. Working several part-time jobs at once to save up money for the CCAD, The Columbus College of Art and Design. That's if I even get in.  

 We check my bags, and I'm relieved to be rid of the heavy luggage. The tiny lady hands me my flight papers, which I put along with my ticket. I turn to my dad and he hands me my duffle bag. I stand there for a second before I suddenly drop everything and give him a huge hug.

 "I'm gonna miss you," I sniff into his shoulder, fighting back tears.

 "You too pal," he says. I let him go and say a quick goodbye. It kills me inside that I won't be seeing him, my friends, and my home for the entire summer. Hey, that's another thing to add to my eyeball. I go through airport security and almost have to toss out my paints, because they always have to have a guard dog that sniffs out EVERYTHING. Thankfully, I had one of the smaller ones at the bottom of my bag, so I showed the officer the tube and he let me through. Talk about lucky. I literally have all of my art supplies in this bag. I couldn't risk putting them in a suitcase then having it lost. 

 I grab a sub at Quizno's and eat my "brunch" at gate C17, where my flight is scheduled to arrive in about...I check my watch. Oh! About right now. I hurriedly finish my sub, and get all of my things together. That's when a voice drones on the intercom.

 "Flight at gate C17 nooooow booooarding." I can't help but let out a giggle. She must've had one too many hours of overtime.

 People milling about suddenly rush towards the gate. We're all going to get to London at the same time, I think. Slow down. Weren't you supposed to learn this in like first grade?

 Once I'm on board the plane, I head straight for the back. It's a trick that I learned when I flew by myself to visit my sister in Colorado. If there's a smaller number of passengers, they'll most likely stay towards the front. But this mob isn't seeming so small. People flock towards the back, and start taking up all of the rows around me. I try to make myself seem as obnoxious as possible, so no one will dare sit by me. I stretch out my legs on my row and pretend to be asleep. But after we're up in air, I'm not pretending anymore.

 It's about mid-day when I'm fully awake again. Luckily the plane has WIFI, you know how people get without their internet. I send a group text to Ashley, Meghan and Jasmine.

 ME: hey girlies! missin' u :(

 ASHLEY: missing you too! meghan and jassy are over. we're deciding how we're going to cope with you being gone! :...(

 ME: tell em' to check their phones! skype ya when i get to my mom's. xx

 I close out my applications and grab my earbuds before turning on some Taylor Swift.

  Took a deep breath in the mirror
He didn't like it when I wore high heels
But I do
Turn the lock and put my headphones on
He always said he didn't get this song
But I do, I do

Walked in expecting you'd be late
But you got here early and you stand and wave
I walk to you
You pull my chair out and help me in
And you don't know how nice that is
But I do

And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did
I've been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again

You said you never met one girl
Who had as many James Taylor records as you
But I do
We tell stories and you don't know why
I'm coming off a little shy
But I do

But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did

I've been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again

And we walked down the block to my car and I almost brought him up
But you start to talk about the movies that your family
Watches
Every single Christmas and I want to talk about that
And for the first time what's past is past

'Cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did
I've been spending the last eight months

Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again

But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it BEGIN AGAIN

 

 

 

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