The Mix-Up - Episode 1
by Clarissa Carson
That was, without a doubt, the worst flight of my life.
The turbulence.
The screaming baby.
The lady next to me who kept drooling on my shoulder.
And now I have to take an expensive taxi…
Because my friend is too sick to pick me up from the airport.
Ugh.
Already this vacation is off to a terrible start.
I’m dragging my simple black suitcase out of baggage claim towards the taxi stand…
When I feel someone lightly tap me on the shoulder.
I groan and snap out:
What?!
When I turn, I see a guy about my age standing there.
He’s tall with broad shoulders…
Curly brown hair…
The most adorable dimples…
And a look of absolute terror on his face.
So sorry to bother you.
Great.
Probably the only cute guy in this small town…
And I’ve already scared him off.
Way to go, Emma.
No, I’m sorry.
High altitudes turn me into Medusa.
Well in that case, I’ll try not to look at you.
I smile at his ability to get my Greek mythology reference.
He bites his lip.
Why don’t we start over.
I’m Emma.
And I’m Ben.
Hi, Ben. What can I do for you today?
I think you might have my bag.
He points to the suitcase in my hand.
I glance down and see he has a suitcase identical to mine.
We must have picked each other’s up.
He opens the suitcase he's holding.
Is this your stuff?
I follow his gaze to see my clothes strewn about…
Along with empty candy wrappers…
And, to my horror…
My old stuffed rabbit, Mr. Floppy Ears.
My face burns brighter than a stoplight.
Yes, I’m a college student who still sleeps with her childhood stuffed animal.
If I didn’t scare him off before…
I certainly have now.
Yes, that’s mine.
In my defense…
I wasn’t anticipating anyone rifling through my personal possessions.
Ben grins.
I try to shut the suitcase quickly, but Ben stops me.
His eyes go wide staring at something in my bag.
Hang on.
Oh God.
I bet he sees my foot fungal cream.
I knew I shouldn’t have bought the value size.
What’s this?
I feel a wave a relief when I see he’s holding my favorite book:
The Poetry of Pablo Neruda.
Just a book of poems.
Pablo Neruda. He’s my favorite.
Ben looks at me with an expression I can’t quite place.
Then he opens his own suitcase and fishes out a book identical to mine.
I never travel without it.
Every time I reread it, it—
Tells you something different?
We smile at each other.
I feel a shiver go down my spine.
The butterflies in my stomach start flapping their wings.
But then a shrill voice cuts through the air.
Ben?!
Ben and I turn to see a petite blonde hurdling towards us.
Ashley!
The woman throws her arms around him.
I’ve missed you so much!
I’m so happy you’re staying with me!
I feel my heart sink.
Of course.
Of course he’s not single.
I should have known better than to get my hopes up.
I should probably get going.
It was nice meeting you, Ben.
I grab my bag and hurry away.
I hear Ben calling after me…
But I don’t turn around.
10 minutes later
I’m standing in line for a taxi.
And at the rate this line is moving…
I won’t be getting out of here anytime soon.
Emma?
I whirl around.
Ben appears at my side.
What are you doing here?
Waiting for a taxi.
Not all of us have pretty girls to pick us up.
I try to keep the bitterness out of my voice.
But I’m not very successful.
Let me give you a ride.
I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Please, it’s the least I can do.
You know, for rifling through your personal possessions.
I fight off a smile.
Won’t your girlfriend mind?
My what?
Your girlfriend…
The blonde who came to pick you up…
Ben furrows his brow.
He’s so cute when he’s confused.
Wait, you mean Ashley?
She said she missed you and you’re going to be staying with her.
Well, I am staying with her…
And her newborn baby.
Because she’s my cousin.
Your cousin?!
Yes.
She’s a single mother and it’s been a stressful couple of weeks.
I said I’d stay with her for a few weeks to try to give her a break.
Ben takes out his phone…
And shows me a picture of him holding Ashley’s newborn baby.
Honestly, I don’t know who’s cuter:
Him or the baby.
The baby’s with a neighbor right now.
She didn’t want to bring him to the airport.
I feel like such an idiot.
I look at the ground.
So Ashley’s not your girlfriend.
Ashley’s not my girlfriend.
I actually don’t have a girlfriend.
Not yet, at least.
When I look up, I see he’s smiling down at me.
His blue eyes twinkle.
Come on, let me give you a ride.
He puts his arm around my shoulder.
His body is warm against mine…
He smells like freshly cut grass and peppermints…
And as we walk out of the airport, I can’t help thinking…
Maybe this vacation won’t be so bad after all.
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