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The Way Things Happen

    Ryanne  slammed the door of her Manhattan  home in the middle of a busy street. The hot June breeze seemed it make it humid even though the sun was hidden behind the  clouds. She pushed back her long red tinted brown bangs away from her eyes. Her lose ponytail bounced up and down  as she walked as fast as she could down the street with her coke in one hand and a  flower vase in the other. Ryanne stopped and rolled her eyes when her cell phone rang. She dug in her pocket for it, but kept on walking. Ugh. She bumped into someone. The vase fell on the sidewalk breaking into a million tiny glace pieces. Her coke went all over both her and whoever she ran into. Ryanne didn’t bother to look up. She just started telling whoever  off as she bent down to try to save what she could of her vase. “Don’t you people just stop instead of pushing you way through you know you could be a little bit more caring…!”
    “I sorry.” He said.
    “Tell it to someone who cares.” Ryanne replied as she tried to move around him. He reached out and grabbed her arm.
    “Wait.” He said.

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Ryanne rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to be bothered couldn’t any normal human see that. She sighed loudly and tuned to face him.
    “Do you need something?” She asked in a snippy voice.
    “Well, I was going to ask if you needed something…” His voice trailed off.
    “Yeah, you know what  I do need something. I need someone to replace this stupid 300 dollar flower vase. I need someone to tell my sister that I am not her slave just because she is getting married next week. I need someone to get me another shirt because this one is ruined. I need someone to get me a meal because I haven’t eaten in the last 24 hours. And most of all I  need someone to get me a new life!” She yelled at him. Ryanne took a deep breathe. He just looked at her. She couldn’t believe that she just told off a complete stranger about something that was totally not his fault. Now they were both a lost for words. “Sorry.” She finally said just loud enough for him to hear it.
    “Yeah, me too.” He almost said in a joking way.
    “I mean about your shirt.” She said as she looked as his white shirt now covered with brown coke.
    “Honestly I didn’t really like it anyway.” He said now smiling. “Kevin,” He said as he stuck out his hand to introduce himself.
    “Ryanne.” She replied  shaking his hand. “No, I really am sorry for blowing up like that it wasn’t you fault.” She didn’t know why she could feel her eyes filling up with tears.
    “Hey, Hey… he said leading her over by the arm to a set of steps leading up to someone’s house and sitting her down. “Are you ok…what’s with the tears.” Ryanne go up and turned to face him.
    “No, you know I have already taken so much of you time. And nothing in my life has anything to do with you. So I am just going to go buy another coke and try to replace my sister’s vase before she finds out anything happened to it.” Ryanne said about to leave.
    “Hey, you’re right and I can’t do anything about the vase or your shirt or even you sister getting married.” Kevin said with a smile. Ryanne smiled to herself putting her head down hearing how stupid it sounded coming from someone else. “But I can do something about your stomach.” He said as he offered her his arm. Ryanne never trusted anyone on the streets of New York. She didn’t know what she was doing she just trusted him. And for one moment of her life it was about her.

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Kevin and Ryanne sat down at a table at an outside café. Ryanne didn’t know why she just spilled her whole story to this guy.
    “Ok so you sister is getting married.” Kevin began to ask about her life.
    “Yeah, she’s actually my twin. Her name is Rose, and well lets just say she is less sweet than one.” Kevin chuckled to himself “Yeah and she’s the older twin so I always was like in second place, well… she’s  kind of the favorite. I mean she’s like perfect, she’s marrying this really important successful guy. So for the past year and half I have been her personal wedding assistant. Not by choice it’s just I don’t know I feel like I have to do it. So she ask me to find the vase that she saw on the internet. So I spend the whole night looking for a place I can get one and I go and get it. Who pays 300 dollars on a vase to hold flowers for one day, only Rose. Ok so then I show up at her apartment with in the middle of another dress fitting and she tells me to go get it polished. And that’s when I stormed out of the house and ran into you.”
    “Wow.” Kevin said.
    “Yeah and I have no idea how I am going to tell her I broke her 300 dollar vase.” I said laughing about it.
    “And the part about not eating.”
    “O yeah that,  she had me running like a energizer bunny  so food just wasn’t a option.”
    “Now it is,” Kevin said as he pointed to a waitress bring two hamburgers and fries to the table. Kevin gave her a chance to vent. And he didn’t seem to mind , she can ‘t remember the last time that happened. Her mom was obsessed with Rose’s wedding and didn’t have time for her, never did. Kevin told her jokes that made her laugh. She couldn’t remember the last time she did that. Just when Ryanne thought her a moment in her life was perfect her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID.
    “Speak of the she devil.” Ryanne said as she answered it. Kevin smiled at her little joke. “Yeah.” she answered.
    “Where are you with my vase!” Rose yelled into the phone in a irritated voice.
    “Umm…about that Rose..” She was cut off
    “Just get here OK?” Rose said.
    “Yeah just I am kind of with..”
    “Who are you with anyway.?”
    “Umm..”
     “Just get here.” Rose said as she hung up.
    “Yeah, bye.” Ryanne said talking to nobody on the other line. “Look I got to go Rose is having a fit and..” She got up and began to leave.
    “Wait!” Kevin said. Ryanne turned around. “Will I see you again.” Ryanne didn’t answer she just shrugged her shoulders while running backwards. Kevin sat back down and looked across the table. He realized she left her hand bag . He grabbed it and jumped up. He was Ryanne get into a cab and pull away. “You left you bag…” he said to himself.

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Kevin starred at the bag on the kitchen table.
    “Dude, just open it up find her wallet and call her.” his brother Joe said getting frustrated at his brother for being so difficult about opening a girls bag.
    “I just don’t like the idea of opening a girls purse.” Kevin said picking it up then sitting it back down.
    “In a normal conditions, no you shouldn’t open a girls purse, but this isn’t under normal conditions. A girl needs her purse, its like you and guitars or like guys and wallets.”
    “Ok, I will open it. It’s just what if she get’s mad after I do?”
    “Kevin, the way you described her she’s already mad and took it out on you, so it can’t get much worse.” Joe said as he left the Kitchen.
    “I told she was just upset!” Kevin yelled into Joe who planted himself  on the couch of the apartment they were renting.
    “Sure!” He yelled back. Kevin laughed to himself. Joe, he always doubted Kevin in his descriptions of people. Kevin starred at the bag. Why was this so hard for him. He felt like he was invading her privacy. Ok, she need her bag back. He unzipped` the small bag and looked inside. It was pretty empty. She had her wallet, some sunglasses, a travel pack of tissues, to do list, and a thing of lip gloss. Kevin pulled out her wallet. She opened it up. Ryanne only had two dollars in it. Kevin looked at the card slots. He saw a bus pass and a drivers license. He pulled out the drivers license. Ryanne B. Shane. That was her. He found an ID card in another slot and got her address. He looked at his watch. It was way to late to get it back to her tonight. He would go first thing in the morning. He hoped she knew he had it.
    Ryanne  ran into Beth’s apartment. Beth was on a pedestal looking at herself in her wedding dress in the mirror when she saw Ryanne come in the questions began to fly.
    “What took you so long. I have so many things I need you to get done. And where is my vase?” Rose’s eyes glared at Ryanne. Ryanne took a deep breathe.
    “Well what took me so long is I went out to lunch.”
    “You, went out to lunch when I have a whole list of things I need your support for!”
    “Yeah,  I did.”
    “All by yourself?”
    “No, I went with Kevin.”
    “Kevin?”
    “Yeah, a umm… friend.”
    “What is he some hobo you met on the street.” She rolled her eyes. “Never mind, just where is my vase?” She extended her hand as if Ryanne was going to hand it to her.
    “Well.. My hobo friend and I…”
    “Stop being such a child and tell me where it is.”
    “Fine” She held her head up. “ We broke it.. Not on purpose.”
    “You broke my vase on purpose!” Rose was outraged.
    “No…” Ryanne was cut off by Roses hand cutting across her face leaving welt marks. Her nails dug in the back of cheek. Small drops of blood fell on Ryanne’s shoulder. She felt tears in her eyes as she ran out the door and sat on the front steps. The street lights made it evident to everyone who walked past that she was crying. Welcome back to reality. Ryanne thought to herself.