Hi y'all this is a poem I figured would kind of fit this chapter, it's a big inspiration to me. I hope you like it. 

LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TS 

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child, 
Listen to the DON'TS 
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS 
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS 
Listen to the NEVER HAVES 
Then listen close to me--
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be. 

-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends 

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"Yeah, you've been blessed with my presence." He said cockily, looking at his watch like this conversation he started was wasting his time. 

"Um," Gwen said quizzically, studying the handsome boy in front of her. "Who are you?" She asked, still looking over the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge. 

"Excuse me, how old are you?" 

Gwen thought about it. Why would she tell a rando her age? Ah well, she figured there were a million 21 year olds and it would be hard to track her down. "21." She said. "Just old enough to drink." She added, grinning cheekily. 

"How do you not know who I am?" The poor boy was bewildered. 

"I tend to not care about what other people care about." Gwen explained, frowning slightly. The slightest of smiles graced his face as he stared at the young woman in front of him. 

"Well, my name is Soren Carter." The young man said, bowing dramatically in front of her. Gwen mentally rolled her eyes. 

"Sorry, I still don't know who you are." She told him quizzically, trying not to swoon over his good looks and sexy voice. 

"I don't know who you are either, I shouldn't be telling you my name either." Soren muttered, inching ever so slightly closer. 

"Well by the way you're talking about it, you seem famous. Let me guess, Tik Tok? No, Youtube. No I was right the first time." Gwen argued with herself slightly. 

Soren frowned. "No. I'd never sink that low. Ever seen the movie, Dearest Me?" Soren asked, looking at her in wonder and confusion. 

"Nope." 

"Gone Rogue?" 

"No." 

"Wouldn't It Be Lovely?"

"Negative." 

"Roxanne?"

"Never."

"In My Life?" 

"Zilch." 

Soren huffed. "So you're not in with the media?" She shook her head. "That's too bad, I really hoped I would see a smile on your face." Soren said softly, his blue eyes rising to meet hers. "You were frowning so much I thought I'd make your day better." He added, him being inches from her shoulder. 

"My day couldn't get any worse." Gwen laughed dryly, trying to put slight humor in it but failing miserably. Soren leaned over the railing with her and looked down at the ocean. He shivered. "What? Are you scared of heights?" Soren didn't answer and stared at the looming depths of the ocean and silently wondered how many miles were between him and the water's surface. "This bridge has been up for 80 some years, you're fine." Gwen reassured him, watching him gulp and his face pale as he stared at the water making waves below him. 

"Soren?" His hands gripped the railing until they turned white. Gwen yanked him away from the railing by the back of his hoodie and he would've almost stumbled into traffic if it wasn't for Gwen's odd amount of muscle strength, who just yanked him right back to her. 

"What the fuck?!" Soren was baffled and at a loss for words on who the hell this woman thought she was. 

"What?" Now it was her turn to be confused. She'd done a solid for him, and now he was glaring at her like she just killed his puppy. 

"You know, I could sue you for almost cutting off my neck!" Soren exclaimed, rubbing his throat. 

"That's petty. And anyways, all I did was stop you from fainting out of fear, and from getting smacked in the- entire body- by a car." Gwen explained herself, and in that moment, wondered if she could drop painting and be a lawyer because she was so good at defending herself. 

"Well still! That hurt." Soren grimaced as he rubbed his sore neck. 

"That's life, kid. Ain't gonna get any better than that." Gwen said, and she realized she sounded like her brother. She started walking away from the bridge, thinking about the design for her next painting. Maybe... she figured a light blue, peach, beige, tan and maybe some hints of brown... 

"Hey! Wait up!" 

Gwen turned around and was inches from the gorgeous boy that was famous, even if she didn't know who he was. 

"I never got your name." He said, peeking up at her through his tufts of blonde hair. 

"Gwendolyn Foley." Gwendolyn Foley said, smiling slightly. He grinned and shook her hand, darting away to the opposite side of the bridge. 

He's fast, thought Gwen. Probably because he has to work out to keep his body in shape for the cameras, thought Gwen again. She shrugged and was walking on her way when she felt something in her hand. She lifted it up so she could see and saw a phone number. Odd. She figured no famous guy, no matter how famous could ever associate themselves with her, after all she was just Gwen, and no matter how hard or how much Glen tried to convince her otherwise, she would always be just Gwen. 

Gwendolyn Foley, an artist trying to get into a good college to become an art major, but as far as things went today, she might as well stick with the beige-s, tans, peaches and the browns... and maybe just a hint of blue. 

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A few days later, Gwen was sitting in her bed, switching long, accusing stares at her phone, where'd she put the number she found in her palm, and the painting she'd painted yesterday. It was just like any other of her paintings, except of course, there was some light blue that gave the painting a hint of freedom. Like the sky, Gwen told herself, because the sky is always free. 

She couldn't help but feel condemned, no matter where she went, in the city of San Francisco, California. It was always crowded, polluted and... empty. She might've been in another one of her art galas, to talk to someone into art about her art, but no matter what she always felt lonely. The galas she went to were always packed to the brim with snobby art people, and even then she'd always felt lonely. Like there was no one else in the world who understood. No one else who would understand the need for inspiration or something different. Something risky. She needed something ("or someone!" The Glen in her head interrupted) new. 

So, she pressed dial on the number that was in her palm. "Hey is this the girl that was by the Golden Gate the other day?" Gwen didn't know how to respond. The lady on the other side of the line sounded sick of everything and everyone. "Agh, what did master say her name was... Gwendolyn Foley." Gwen heard her own name uttered on some random number! 

"Yes, that's me, Gwen. Who the hell is this?" She was so confused in so many different ways. Who would want to call or get in touch with her? 

"Soren, sir, the girl you've requested is on the line." She heard through the phone. It was silent for a while, give or take a few whispers that Gwen couldn't make out. 

"Hi! This is Soren, that guy you met at the GGB, remember?"