you are in love [Kaylor]

Welcome To New York

There I was, alone, with butterflies in my stomach as my feet carried me toward the plane. That was it, I really was... leaving it all behind. But to be honest, I'd rather be buried alive than miss this opportunity.

I mean...Is being dead that much worse than being nothing?

People don't write sonnets about being compatible. Or novels about shared life goals and stimulating conversations. The great lovers are the crazy ones, and I think that was one of the problems with joe. Well, also the fact that he was a guy, but fair enough.

I could be at home right now, eating ice cream and crying while writing about how true love is nothing but a myth, and although that really sounds like me, I'm actually about to start a brand new chapter of my life in the city that never sleeps.

As scarier as moving out sounds, it was a great feeling. And that was a great city, you know? I knew I wasn't alone, i knew at least half of that plane was also going to New York searching for something that, until now, was out of their reach.

This is the greatness about this city. It's filled with opportunities, and different people, and new life changing experiences. As the plane approached the city lights, i felt comfortable. I felt like it was waiting for me, like if my real purpose in life was about to start. The lights did not blind me, in fact they just made me see more clearly, vividly, on a bigger angle.

"Oh my fucking god, look at you! You cut bangs? Oh lord you look amazing" Blake said while hugging me in the middle of the airport. Some cameras were pointed to us, i could feel the flashes, but I didn't really care.

"I missed you so much, i might just start crying right here right now. Although you really shouldn't be here, Blake. I could get to the apartment by myself, you know? Plus, you're all famous and gossip girl this gossip girl that now."

"Sure" she said, resting her arms on my shoulder while caring one of the bags "but just because i'm kinda known now doesn't mean I can't help my friend, okay? I'm excited, this is gonna be great I can feel it"

Bags on the apartment floor, i could barely feel the emptiness of having absolutely no love affair to share that experience with. It was like shoving Joe and my broken heart in a drawer, locking with a golden key. And I know that sounds kinda selfish, but it's the truth.

"Okay so, that will be your room, I actually share mine with Ryan, so it'll be only the three of us. The kitchen is the first door on the right, if you feel hungry or anything you can always just get anything on the freezer. That's it i guess? I have some meetings right now, Ryan should be here soon."

"Hm, okay. I think I'm actually gonna take a bath and go out for dinner"

"Fair. I'll send you some recommendations of places, ok?" She gave me a kiss on the cheek, smiling "and have fun".

"I'll try"

So i did what i said, took a long bath and relaxed while listening to some old good artists - like bowling for soup. I mean... have you ever listened to 1985? Damn, "she was gonna be an actress, she was gonna be a star, she was gonna shake her ass on the hood of Whitesnake's car"??? A true masterpiece, indeed. That's some good poetry shit.

Sure, a great songwriter can listen to a song filled with the disturbing thoughts of a teenager dreaming about fucking stacy's mom unironically. It's a really good song and god forbid this happens any time soon but I HOPE my daughter's name is stacy. Ugh people love a pretty milf.

Ryan wasn't there when i left, so no need to say goodbye to anyone, i was on my own.

Now if you're wondering who's Ryan, he's a really great dude. He's funny, but not the amount of funny that makes you feel annoyed. He's just casually hilarious. And deep in love with Blake too. I swear to god...He still doesn't believe she's actually dating him, like, he's soooo into her that whenever she's in the room the only thing he can focus is on her stupid little cute face. They're the goals, you know? I think they're the first ever healthy couple I actually met in my entire life.

They started dating a few months ago, so it's kinda weird for me that they're already living together. But who am i to judge, right? It's not like i've been in love or something.

Blake is two years older than me, and although it feels like that's nothing, she's way more mature than i am. Maybe because she started living alone at eighteen, and i'm only starting at almost 22. But still, she's like a real mom for me - in the best way possible. I jut know she'll always have my back.

I ended up choosing a bar right cross the street, that according to blake was her favorite place on earth. Quite reserved for a bar, and had a great decoration.

I sat on the bench and asked for a old fashioned, listening to a conversation between two girls behind me.

"Go there, I'm begging you. What was the last time you actually kissed someone?"
"I mean- I don't know? But she's probably straight, like, look at her"
"Girl. She has bangs, which means she's probably going through something. And she's wearing a fucking flannel with black docs. If there's any homosexual woman on this bar right now it's her"
"But-"
"You go or i go!"
"No but that's not fair, you always get the pretty ones!"
"Because you have no self confidence. I'm telling you, just go over there, and talk to her..."
"I can't, i'm sorry"
"You're a terrible wing man, you know?"

The steps started to sound closer, and out of nowhere a blond girl with big green eyes was starring at me.

"I heard what you said to your friend, that wasn't nice, she's not gonna face her fears if you keep insisting like that" i said while placing a olive on my mouth.

"Was I wrong, though?" She asked, smirking as she waved for the bartender to bring her a drink. She probably came here a lot, because the guy brought a glass of whiskey on ice without her even asking.

"What's your name?"

"Karlie Kloss, at your service"

"So, Karlie. You were not wrong, not at all. But I'll friendly throw this drink at you, and you'll pretend that I declined you for your friend. Then I'll kindly ask her to join me for drinks"

"Why would you even-"

"Boost a little bit of her confidece? She needs this" i smiled, she smirked. "If you're a good friend, then you'll do what i'm asking"

"And what do i get in return?"

"We'll see..."

So I threw the drink on her as I screamed "EW", causing a little scene. It was fun, i always wanted to do that, I must admit. Then she proceeded to do exactly what i asked for.

Karlie was tall, tan, extremely good looking. Her hair was short and blond, her eyes green as emerald. She sat across a girl with the same features: blond hair and green eyes. But not as tall and definitely not as confident as her.

I walked there, we talked, we actually exchanged numbers before I left. The girl's name was Dianna, and according to her she was a actress. Her friend, nor surprisingly, worked as a model.

I really liked the green eyed girl.

Which one? I'm not really sure yet.