Beautiful Boy: Jacob Elordi

01

Brooklyn Akers

There's something about New York that excites me. It's where I call home, even though home is technically Arizona. New York is where all my worries go away and when I step foot onto the sidewalk in the mornings, my worries are gone and my body is at piece.

Heaven. I guess you could say.

There's a reason why there's so many songs about New York, and i'm just lucky enough to live here. I've called Manhattan home since I was 18 years old. I worked odd jobs all throughout high school, I even worked when I was 14 and 15 with a work permit because I wanted money. Money has fueled my dreams since I was 12. I know it sounds dumb, but i've been writing my future into a journal since then. Kind of like a dream journal in a way.

The first page has a rough drawing of myself on it. Standing in all designer clothes with my long blonde hair blowing in the wind while Lady Liberty is perched behind me in the harbor. I mean what can I say, my name is Brooklyn, I was bound to end up here. The next page is my "dream" New York apartment. Little did I know my first apartment here was the size of a shoebox no where near the sketch I drew in seventh grade.

The third page had my dream car, I haven't owned a car since I moved out here, once again, little did I know. When I realized I had earned enough money to move out here, I booked a flight to start apartment shopping. It was the week after graduation, and I came out here alone. I needed to make this decision on my own since I was going to be the one living in it. I quickly realized I should've been saving since I drew that first drawing in my notebook.

The last two years of high school at the end of each month, id take my gallon size ziplock bag full of my months worth of tips and empty it into my savings account at the bank. I'd then put an extra $50-$75 into my account from my paycheck every two weeks. I used some of the money I had saved up to get myself headshots and with that, I decided my career would be modeling. I mean it was what I pictured myself doing when I was 12. 

Ever since two weeks after I apartment searched out here, I've been a permanent resident in Manhattan. I made a friend here immediately, we model for the same agency and we are basically the same person. Her name is Katherine and we are now roommates in an apartment neither one of us ever spend much time in, but comparing it to that shoebox apartment I mentioned earlier, it's a mansion.

Today me and her have a night shoot for a guy we are close friends with. Mcgregor, or Mick for short. We met through modeling also, he started working for the same agency as me and Katherine but he left shortly after we started and started his own photography website and stuff. A lot of celebrities follow his account and he's done some pretty huge shoots already.

"Kat! What are you wearing tonight?" I yelled from my bed. It was 12pm and I had been here since this morning at around 4am when we got home. We went bar hopping with the guy Kat is hooking up with this month. His name is Edward, so sophisticated. "I don't know yet. Come in here." She yelled back. I groaned. I was hoping she wasn't going to say that. "Ugh. Give me a second." I yelled back.

I got out of bed when I finally worked up the motivation to do it. I was bundled up in a sweatshirt and sweatpants and my arms were sticky with the amount of alcohol I was sweating out in my sleep. I ripped the sweatshirt off and threw it on the floor. "Ugh god, get off." I mumbled to myself. I grabbed a cropped tank top from my closet and put it on. I felt instant relief.

I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth as I walked through the kitchen and into Kat's room. Her door was open signaling that Mr. Edward had left already. Her room was completely dark besides the flashing lights of her tv. I could feel spit forming in my mouth as I ran to her bathroom and spit the toothpaste out in the sink, swishing my mouth with water and wiping it clean, now that my morning breath was no longer present. "Good Morning." Kat groaned face down into her pillow. "Good Morning. When did Edward leave?" I asked. "8." She said. "Oh my god why?" I asked, laying across her legs and getting comfortable on her bed. "Who knows? He said he had to work, but it's Sunday." She said. "He's odd anyways." I said. She nodded her head.