I have been writing a short story when I have time. Yes that is hard to believe, with all I have to do I still have time to write.. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
Drying myself as best as I could, I pushed the water droplets off my coat as I came in under the small roof provided by the bar. The young man looked at me and smiled slightly. Being polite and in a different time, I smiled back. When he came into the light, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was James Dean! This was not the same James that I had seen in pictures or read about. Tears were threatening to come down his eyes. He had small circles under his eyes telling me that probably the insomnia he had was present.
“Want a smoke?” he offered as I stared at the box of Lucky Strikes he shoved in my face. Declining, I shook my head. “You don’t smoke… So, what’s your name?” he then asked as he looked at me, leaning over closer, offering me a close up of what he looked like.
“Mira, and you are…?” I offered my hand as a puff of his cigarette smoke passed me.
“James Dean. Pleasure to meet you.” He grinned as he took the cigarette from his mouth, then flicking the ashes to the side of the street. “What brings you here? You don’t look like the type of girl who’d come to a bar.”
James Dean gave me a once over! His eyes never left mine as I spoke to him. This had to be some sort of dream, because I was meeting my lifelong idol. “I was here with a friend, but she went home due to the rain. I still wanted to walk around. You looked angry there when you pushed your friend. Is everything okay?” I asked as he came closer. At first, I was rather intimidated by his body being closer to mine, but after a few minutes it didn’t bother me. He had this comfortable way of not doing it, so as not to scare someone away.
Grinning shyly, he looked down to the floor, scratching the back of his head. “Nah, it wasn’t his fault. My father missed some commercial I was in. Got my first acting gig and he wasn’t there to watch it. Says he missed it.”
I had heard the rumors that things were not right with his father. Between his reaction and admitting his feelings, I could see that the rumors were true. I reached out and touched his hand, looking him straight in the eyes. “You did a great job in that commercial. I’m sure of it. Besides, I have a feeling that you are going to do well and be famous one day.”
Laughing, he took my hand, kissing it at the knuckles. “You’re a sweetheart. That made me feel better. Famous, huh? Me, famous? You don’t even know me.”
“I know a good person when I see one. My father always said you could tell by someone’s eyes how great their desires were.” Before I could even finish, James had flicked the cigarette, then throwing his arms around me. His embrace was warm and loving. I missed hugs, especially those of my father.
“You okay, Jimmy?” his friend said as he came out. James nodded, yelling at him to bring his camera. James then grabbed me, pulling me into a hug and having the camera go off.
“Let me take you home,” he said, grabbing my hand as we walked down the street. Even more shocking, I got to ride his motorcycle. The engine roared to life as I yelled directions to James and held on for dear life. I was getting soaked the entire time, but I didn’t care. I was with James. My life couldn’t be more complete. As we reached the apartments, I slowly got off the bike, surprised at myself that I had done this. Ordinarily, I’d never get on a motorcycle. James leaned over and caressed my cheek. Before I could open my mouth to tell him what was to happen to him, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. I couldn’t let James walk away, not now.