Dear Journal,
I’m still mad at Ronan after our big fight. But on Sunday, I met the woman that was at the studios.
I was watching Melenie and Ronan getting praised by a group of fans. I watched it close to a café shop…eating a croissant…full of sorrow.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman and a boy walking toward and sitting on my table.
“Who are you?” I asked, “You look familiar.”
“My name is Lady Jane, or Jane van Dijk”
“Lady Jane?”
“The author of 'Marcellus'.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really!” said the boy along with Lady Jane.
I sort of told them about the incident when we had that argument, because he called us "stupid"!
“Ronan Ó Foghladh, he’s the one who’s playing the lead role, right?”
“Yup, and, get this, he called us stupid!"
“You just said that!”
“I’m sorry, I was trying to make sure you got the concept.”
“Oh, okay!”
“And who’s this guy next to you?”
“This is my brother Kristoff!”
“Nice to meet you!”
“And what is your name?”
“I’m Sabrina Watterson!”
“Gottfried will love you!”
“Who’s Gottfried?” I asked, “I've never heard anyone with that name before!”
“Gottfried is our younger brother,” Kristoff said, “And he’s about your age.”
“I’d like to meet him. Where is he at?”
“He is at a bookstore near here.”
“He likes to read books?”
“Yep!” Lady Jane said.
“Can I call him?”
“Sure!” Lady Jane replied.
I dialed the digits on my phone from Lady Jane’s.
I heard 4 rings…and someone answered, “Hello?”
“Um,”
“Hello?”
“Is this, um, Gottfried van Dijk?”
“Yep! Who is this?”
“Oh, I…this is…Sabrina Watterson.”
“Um, okay…is my sister there?”
“Yeah, she’s right here!”
“May I…speak with her?”
“Sure!”
I handed my phone to Jane; a couple of minutes later, she hung up.
“Is there something wrong?”
Jane shook her head and then said, “Gottfried said he’s on his way here.”
We waited; the crowd still praised Melenie and Ronan. I saw a boy in a hoodie walking up towards our table.
“Is that him?” I asked.
“Yep!” Kristoff said.
The boy reached to the table.
“Gottfried, right?”
“Yes!”
He looked at me as if he was in love or something.
“How are you?”
“Good, you?”
“Just fine!”
I smiled.
Gottfried looked at me in awe.
“You look…”
“Yes?”
“…Beautiful?”
“Aw, that’s sweet of you!” I said.
And then I heard the crowd squeal; Melenie was lifting Ronan! I was about to cry.
“Oh, god, I wish someone would lift me!”
In a flash, Gottfried pulled me, spun me, dipped me, and then lifted me. That got everyone’s attention, including Melenie and Ronan.
“You got your wish!” Gottfried said.
“Do you know I’ve got a thing for boys in hoodies?”
“Nope!”
“Good!”
Gottfried carried me back to the table, “Oohs” and “Ahhs” flew in.
I told Gottfried what happened to me and my sister Ashley.
“Isn’t Ronan a nice guy? Sure he gets a bit upset most times, but he’d never do things like that!”
“You know him?”
“I’ve seen his Instagram page. I follow him.”
“Okay, can you talk to him, please?”
“Sure!”
“Oh, thank you, Gottfried, you’re so kind!” I said when I hugged him, “Hopefully, we can put this right.”
I called Gottfried again on Monday.
“Hey, Gottfried, how are you doing?”
“Good, you?”
“Just fine”
“Reason why you’re calling me?”
“No, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Okay!” *pause* “Um, Gottfried,”
“Yea?”
“Now that we have each other’s phone number, you do know you can call me anytime, right?”
“Sure!”
“Okay, call me back soon.”
“Bye!”
“Bye…one question,”
“Yea?”
“Have you talked to Ronan yet?”
“Not yet, but I wrote down everything about what you said, so I’ll remember what to tell him.”
“Oh! Okay, thank you!”
“You’re welcome!”
“Goodbye!”
“Bye!”
As soon as I hung up the phone, I started crying, feeling so angry, and less of a person.
So today I took a walk on my own, hoping things would turn out soon.
All the best, Sabrina.