‼️ON PAUSE‼️ 'Cause The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You

"I'd love to come back Mr. McGraw." We walked out of the booth and up to him. I shook his large hand, smiling, I was so happy. Mr. McGraw walked over to his desk, looking at a calendar and mumbling things to himself. "Great, how does... Tuesday the fifteenth sound?" He asked, pointing at the calendar on the wall. I looked to dad, seeking his approval. He nodded his head and smiled. "It sounds perfect." "That's great," Mr. McGraw walked quickly over to us and walked us to the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm very busy and I have some meetings to go to." Right when we got out the doors, they were slammed. "Ummm..." I said, looking to dad with a questioning expression. "He does that, it's normal." We walked out of the building and looked on the street. There were so many cars and tall skyscrapers. I've been to New York but not this part, it was crazy. There were people everywhere. Standing, walking, sitting at restaurants, getting into cars and taxis. "Wanna go get something to eat?" Dad asked, "There's a Tropical Smoothe right around the corner from here." "That sounds great, I'm always up for a good smoothe." We turned left and started walking. The streets were crowded, and I mean crowded. "Strawberry banana please." I said to the cashier. "And I'll just have blueberry." Daddy said. "Alright, that'll be... $7.65." Daddy handed the lady the cash and we stepped to the side, receiving our smoothies. What walked over to a small table in the corner. "Dad, how long have you planned for me to met Mr. McGraw?" He took a sip from his cup. "A couple weeks now." I took a sip now. Man, I just love Tropical Smoothe. "Do you really think I'm talented?" He put his smoothe down and held my hand. "Bandit, don't you think you are?" "Of course, but I didn't think I was enough to actually have someone want to hear me." "Your so incredibly talented, anyone who says your not can kiss my ass." I laughed. "Thanks dad." We finished our smoothies and walked outside. We started walking down the street towards our car. As we were walking, I was talking to dad and not paying attention to where I was going. I tripped on something and fell flat on my face. "Ahh!" I hit the ground..hard. Dad turned around to try and see what tripped me. He saw a group of guys laughing. He glared at them and almost ran after them. I stopped him and told him to cool off. As I was getting up, a hand was stuck out to me. I looked up to see a gorgeous young man in front of me. "Hey, you alright?" He had a worried look on his face. I took his hand and stood up. "Uh, yeah, I'm totally fine, it no big deal." "Yeah it is. Those guys have no respect. I'm sorry." "No no, it's fine, you definatly made up for their rudeness." I smiled at him. He smiled back. "Would it be too much if I were to ask for your name?" "I'm uhh, Way.. I mean Bandit. My names Bandit Way." My face grew red with embarressment. "Nice to meet you Bandit, now if you'll excuse me, I have to get going." Before my brain registered what he said, he rushed off. "Wait! What's your name!?" I shouted. It was too late, he didn't hear me. Goddamn it.. Dad walked over to me and rubbed my back. "Ya okay honey?" He asked. "Yeah dad, I'm fine, just a few scratches." "Let's get home before another accident happens." We walked to our car, since we weren't that far, and drove away, with an hour till we get home. Three hours later and I was in my room. We had already eaten dinner, and I was just sitting in my room. There are two days left in spring break and I really don't want to go back to school. I laid on my bed, thinking. Then, I heard a faint scratching at my door. "Come in Chica." My little purse dog ran in and jumped up on my bed. I pet her head. "Were you a good girl for mom today?" No answer. Yes, I do realize she can't talk. I out my hands over my head. For some reason I can not get the image of the guy out of my head. The one that helped me. He was so nice and really good looking. I wish I could have gotten his name. I'd love to meet him again. But the odds of that happening are a million to one. I closed my eyes and thought more of him. His hair, his eyes, his face. Everything seemed perfect about him. After pondering on my thoughts, I feel asleep. *Gerard's POV* "So, what movie do you want to watch next?" I asked, wrapping my arm around Lindsey. "Mmm, I don't know, why don't you call Bandit down here and see if she wants to watch something." I stood up, walking towards the stairs, calling her name. "Bandit, want to watch a movie?" No answer. "Bandit, I know you can hear me." Still no answer. "Bandit Lee, you better not be ignoring me." Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I walked up to her door and opened it. I felt a little guilty. She was sleeping. "Oh.. You keep doing that.." I said, hoping I didn't disturb her. She can sleep like a rock. As I was about to step out the door, I heard her say something. "Thank you." She stretched out the "a". I turned around, slightly confused. Was she thanking me? Why was she thanking me? I guess she could thank me if she wanted to, I didn't really need one though. I smiled as I left the room. At least she's thankful of me. That makes my day. I walked down the stairs and sat back down on the couch next to Lindsey. "She's sleeping." I said, pulling her in closely. "Ooo, that sounds like a great idea. I'm going to bed." I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Love you..." She said, walking up the stairs. I grabbed the tv remote and flipped through the channels. Before I knew it, I was sound asleep in my recliner.

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