Cherishing Cherry

Chapter 7

Cherry

On the way home, all I could think about was what happened in the corridor. That boy, his hair, his eyes, his smile, his wink, everything about him made me giddy. I asked Josh who he was, and he replied (in a very strained voice might I add), that that was Tyler Collins, the school hottie. He had winked at me. I had smiled back. I had spent the rest of the day thinking about Tyler. He had entered my thoughts, planted himself there, and would not budge.

When the final bell rang, I walked back to my locker with Josh, his locker was three to the left mine. We got our books and went our seperate ways. He got in a taxi and drove away, leaving me on the concrete curb, trying to wave a taxi down. Unlike Josh, who had spent ages waving his arms about wildly, I flagged one down easy. I told the driver where to go and we were off. I took my Canon T5 DSLR out of my bag, rolled the window down to take some pictures of Downtown New York in Autumn. The planted trees were turning vibrant shades of yellow, red and orange, and they were falling and covering the pavement.

Soon we pulled up in front of my apartment block. I paid the driver and got out. I looked at my building, a huge glass block with silver doors. The building was a bright pale orange color, similar to the surrounding pale green and blue. I knelt down so I was hovering above the ground and took a basic shot of the buildings rising up, the cabs and sleek BMWs rushing up and down the highway. I stood up, pushed the door open and walked into the building. I greeted the receptionist, an older petite woman with fading brown hair, and she smiled and said hello back. I pushed the button for the lift and waited for it to arrive. With a ding, the doors slid open to reveal the decent sized square of mirrors and marble. I stepped inside and pressed "11" for my floor.

The doors closed and I listened intently to the song that was playing. It was "Happy". Again?! Really? Soon the doors dinged open and I walked down the polished marble corridor 'til I came to apartment "113". I fished my house key out of my back pocket, slipped it into the lock, turned it, to find that it was already open and pushed the door open. I took my key out of the door, went inside and closed the door. There was some muffled shouting coming from the office. I sighed, Mum was clearly having an argument with a business partner or an ungrateful intern. She ran a photography an art studio and she was always having some kind of argument over the phone. I sighed again, walked over to the modern open-plan living room that joins onto an open-plan modern kitchen. They both basically consisted of black glass, white marble and light wood. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of cherries, put them in a red glass bowl and took out my phone. I sent Mum a text saying that I'd be in my room if she wanted me. I locked my iPhone 6 and slipped it back into my coat pocket. Heaving my bag over my shoulder, I walked back through the living room and down to my bedroom with it's black painted wooden door. I had a name tag on the door that read my name in white and had two bright red kawaii cherries on the end.

I opened the door and walked in. I put the cherries and my iPhone on my desk, dumped my bag next to the desk and flopped down on my bed. My bed had a black wooden headboard and black and grey checked sheets. I layed back for a minute and smiled as I thought about Tyler. Eventually I shook myself out of it and sat up. After shedding my coat, I walked over to my desk and sat down on comfortable black leather chair. My desk was made of painted white recycled wood and was quite large. I started up my iMac and logged in. I opened up Safari and opened up all my social media. I searched for "Joshua Oakly" and sure enough, on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, up he came. I looked at his profile picture. It was a selfie of him at the skate park wearing a snapback and smiling at the camera. I smiled, followed him on Instagram and Twitter and sent a friend request to him on Facebook.

I also searched for "Tyler Collins". He came up on them all as well. His icon was a selfie of him looking directly into the camera with those dreamy dark brown eyes of his. He wore a red beanie and he was in central park. I followed him and sent him a friend request, same with Kiara. After that I took my books out of my bag and quickly did some GCSE course work. When I was done, I sat back and looked around my room. My drum kit, my four different guitars, my ukelele, my filming and photography equpiment, my canvas paintings, photos and sketches on the walls, my floor length mirror, my make up draws, book shelves and art things. It was probably the artsiest room you'll ever lay eyes on.