Based off A Rainy Day In New York
(Y/n's POV)
It was just another Day in Manhattan, New York. A gloomy rainy day and taxi's splashing little kids with water. College students studying in cafes. I loved it! I was walking around. I was wearing red lipstick, a red beret, my nails painted red, and a beige trench coat. Then, I saw Gatsby Welles. He was my best friend, until I had to leave. Because I got accepted into NYU. He had a fancy cigarette holder. I squinted my eyes to make sure it was him. It was!
"Gatsby Welles? Is that you!" I asked, my hands in my pocket.
He looked up and saw me.
"Y/N Y/L/N!?" He said surprised.
I gave him a big hug.
"I can't believe it's you! How are you doing?" He asked, both of his hands on my shoulders.
"I'm doing good! What about you? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well I'm doing good first of all. And I'm here because my girlfriend Ashleigh Enright is here to interview Director Rolland Pollard! We planned a romantic day today but she sadly cancelled." He replied.
"Aw, we'll thats a bummer! I'm not doing anything, we could hang out for a while!" I said, as he started to walk around with me.
"That sounds great!"
Later we ended going to a museum. We went to the ancient Egyptian part. Then Gatsby spotted his aunt and uncle.
"Crap! That's my aunt and my uncle!" He whispered, gritting his teeth.
"What's so bad about them?" I asked.
"Well my moms having this big party tonight, and I told her I wasn't going to make it. And I had this big day planned with Ashleigh but she left me. If they see me they'll tell my mom, and I'll be forced to go!" He whispered.
"Well go and hide in a mummy case and I'll wrap you with toilet paper." I said sarcastically.
He entered some maze. I waited for him outside.
He came out about 20 minutes later.
"So how did that go?" I asked, as we both went down the concrete stairs.
"Well now I have to go the party now. But Ashleigh isn't coming." He replied, sadly.
"Well why don't you just tell your parents that Ashleigh can't come?" I asked.
"Well I told them I would bring Ashleigh. I'm so stupid! I shouldn't have told them that!" Gatsby was sad, but angry.
I gave him my phone number, then we went out separate ways.
Later that night he called me.
"Gatsby? Are you okay?" I asked as I picked up.
"I just found out that Ashleigh is cheating on me with Francisco Vega. Can you believe it! FRANCISCO VEGA!" He screamed.
"Woah, calm down Gatsby. So what happened at the party?" I replied.
"She came back to apologize. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!" He said.
"You should break up with her! That's such an idiotic thing to do Gatsby! She hurt you, you don't deserve that!" I told him.
"Your right, once we get back to Yardley tomorrow I'll tell her!" He said, confidently.
"Great!" I replied.
"Ok well I have to go Y/n. Goodnight!" He said before he hung up.
(The next morning)
I woke up, the sun shining onto my bed. I brushed my teeth, and got dressed. After that, Gatsby called me, once again.
"What's up?" I asked
"Meet me at the museum in 15." He said quickly.
"Okay?" I questioned, then he hung up. He could've texted me.
I got to the front of the museum and I saw Gatsby. He ran to me. He grabbed my hands, and looked me straight into my eyes.
"Look Y/n, I know it's crazy but, I think I've always been in love with you. I already broke up with Ashleigh, I'm staying in Manhattan, I need to know if you feel the same way Y/n" He said. His beautiful green eyes piercing into my soul.
How can someone love me? The truth was though, I've always loved Gatsby the same way. It was so hard leaving him. Now I knew he was going to stay. With me.
Before I knew it I kissed him. His lips were soft, and so were mine. He seemed surprised, like he didn't know that I loved him.
After I pulled away, it started raining. He kissed me again. The mood in Manhattan was beautiful, and was perfect.
"So does that mean yes?" He asked. I just rolled my eyes, and pecked him on the lips again.
(A/n: I love this so much, A Rainy Day In New York is not really my favorite project of Timothée's. It was low key kinda boring, but I decided to make it anyway though.)
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