“It is amazing how much space is
just...out there,” proclaimed Ellie as she gazed up at the night
sky.
“Yea, almost like they
call it space for a reason,” replied Zee in a sarcastic manner.
At this response Ellie
threw a chip at Zee as he laughed at his own joke; soon enough she
was laughing as well and the joyful sound filled the empty parking
lot they were in. Classes had just let out and everyone was coming
home for summer. Zee had done his best to get Ellie alone before she
was too busy being everyone else's best friend over the vacation. He
had planned it all out beforehand: sitting in the back of his Kia
soul with the trunk open and the seats down, looking up at the stars,
and no one around to kill the moment. There was silence as the two
soaked up the starlight and time slowed to a halt.
“I just bought my plane ticket to Paris today,” Ellie said still staring off in the endless abyss.
“I just bought my plane ticket to Paris today,” Ellie said still staring off in the endless abyss.
“What? Plane ticket?
W-when do you leave?” Zee was trying to keep calm and not sound
shocked, knowing that his heart skipped a few beats.
“Next month. I told you
I got into that study abroad program in York right? Well I just found
out that I can go to Paris for a special introduction program for
about 6 weeks because of that.”
“What? How the hell
does that work?”
“To be honest I am not
sure, the email said 'Paris' and I just started screaming. Art
History perks I guess.”
“I am pretty sure that
is the first time the phrase 'Art History perks' has been uttered
unironically.”
They both laughed
again...and then silence. Zee felt like all of his planning had just
fallen apart. It is hard enough as it is to love your best friend, but
how can you love something that physically won't be there? In his
head we was going through hundreds of options; individual mental
pathways all trying to reach the same destination. How can he make
this work? His brain was overclocked, so much so that he simply
spouted an automatic response.
“Paris has always been
your dream yea?” His words were sincere but Ellie could feel a sort
of tension in them.
“Yea, ever since I was
little. At this point Paris has become this dumb fantasy for a lot of
girls, but as an artist how can I not want to go there? It must be
so fucking nice to live in a city that actually values artistic
integrity.” Ellie was never one to mince words, it was part of her
charm.
“Yea man a city of
lights, culture, and class. Seems like the kind of place you'd fall
in love in.” Zee mind was still lost in thought, trying to see if
he could rob a bank or maybe sell drugs for a month to raise money
for a plane ticket.
“Love? I don't know
about all that you big nerd, I just want to experience the city.”
Ellie looked over and gave Zee a smile. That smile. It was the same
smile he had grown so immensely fond of. The smile she gave when they
had first met during a summer years ago. The smile he brought out of
her all the times she had been stressed or distraught. The smile he
couldn't imagine not seeing for months at a time.
“Uh...I mean yea of
course, that's what I meant dude.” Zee started awkwardly fiddling
with his Zune and Aux cord setup. He had been subtly playing Because
the Internet, one of he and Ellie's favorite albums, in the background
in an attempt to impress her. Suddenly that all seemed so pointless
now. Paris had stolen his chance from him. He was so lost in his own
mind that he didn't hear Ellie talking talking to him.
“Are you a traveler?”
Ellie asked.
“What?” Zee had no
idea where this conversation was going.
“Are you a traveler? Do
you see yourself traveling the world and getting as lost in other countries as
you are in yourself right now?” Ellie was mocking him, but in a
playful way. He could tell the difference, friendship is funny that
way.
“No...I am more of a
wanderer, lost in thought with a keen eye for pretty words.” Zee's
poetic tendencies reared their head without his intention. Creative
minds are funny that way.
“So tell me Mr.
Wanderer, what is new in your life?” Ellie smiled widened, she had always been a fan of Zee's poetry.
“W-well...there's this
girl...” Zee watched Ellie closely as a her smile slowly faded. She
had heard that line from him so many times it was almost impressive.
“Ahh, there is always a
girl.” Ellie sighed. Some things never change.
“No but this girl is
special!” Zee exclaimed a bit louder than he should have.
“They are always
special.”
“I mean more special,
she is...different.”
“They are always
different.”
“You just don't
understand.” Zee crossed is arms behind his head and started to
take comfort in the stars again.
“You do have a flair
for the dramatic. Tell me what makes this girl so special.” Ellie
was genuinely curious now, it was rare to see Zee get so riled up
over a crush.
“Well...she uh, I
mean...fuck.” Zee for once was at a lost for words. Love is funny
that way.
“Wow, this girl must be
really something.” Ellie was giggling now, clearly enjoying her
companions discomfort.
“Well for one
thing...she is going to Paris in a month.” Zee said this quietly,
but even so Ellie could hear it and the tension suddenly became
another passenger in the car.
“Uh...” Ellie felt
embarrassed for teasing Zee, and for the first time since the car had
stopped moving she noticed the album playing in the background.
“I-im sorry.”
Proclaimed Zee. “I wasn't trying to make this awkward or try
anything I just...” He reprimanded himself for driving 20 minutes
out of town to get to this secluded area, not even thinking about how
horrid the drive back would be if he was rejected.
“Nothing to be sorry
about.” Ellie sounded nervous but confident. You know someone long
enough and things just tend to pop into place.
More silence.
“Hey...when you go to
Paris, you will still talk to me right?” Zee's paranoid was
showing.
Ellie thought long and
hard before looking at Zee. She gave him a smile,that smile, before
turning the music on the Zune up, knowing full well that she was one
of the only people he trusted with his music. The two sat in the car
for what seemed like an eternity, watching the stars tell stories about the planets they surround. In their minds they both knew there was no
place they would rather be. Not even Paris.
End.
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