*Michael's POV*
My eyes dart across the alley. Light fromnpassing cars dances along the dirty walls, trash litters the ground, a few rats or some other kind of animal run around. 'It was just a dream' I tell myself. I tug my thin, tattered blanket closer to myself shivering. Maybe walking around will help clear my mind?
People give me looks of disgust, some of pitty, all the time now. Who wouldnt? My clothes are torn and covered in stains and dirt, my hair is oily and sticks to my forehead, I look disgusting...
"Here!" A few people call as they give some spare change.
"Thank you" I smile kindly, taking the money. I find a decent spot to sit, a few teenagers are there laughing and smoking, paying not attention to me. I tug the blanket closer to me, its getting closer and closer to winter each passing second. I wont stand a chance out in the cold... Maybe I can find a friend from high school for some help.
*Dean's POV*
"TAXI!" I call waving one down, all I wanna do is get to my hotel and sleep, maybe have a beer who knows. Im tired as hell and dont want to put up with anymore bullshit.
I climb into the yellow cab that pulls over in front of me with my bags.
"Where to?" The cabbie asked.
"The Plaza on 5th ave." I respond looking out the window. I sigh, relaxing slightly. Ive been on edge ever since getting on my plane. I hate flying. Shuddering at the thought I pull out my phone and earbuds.
The sound of Metallic fills my ears. I hum along to Sad but True.
I pay the cabbie and climb out, grabbing my bags. I walk into the fancy lobby and get keys to my room. I think I'll just save the beer for tomorrow.
I walk into the room not even caring to take a look and drop my backs pulling off my shirt, pants, and shoes crawling straight into bed.
*Mia's pov*
I looked around 5th ave. Its where I ended up. I find a fancy hotel and immediately run to the ally for some food they threw out. I grown loudly, i havent eaten anything this good in a long time.
Once im full i find a decent box big enough for me to sleep in and crawl into it. I look up towards the sky before rolling over and going to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Right
RomanceMichael is homeless and needs help. He bumps into Dean, a sucsessful business man, and Dean just wants to help him. Michael doesn't want to become a charity case.
