It's snowing in New York, my favorite time of the year. Children run past my legs as i walk back to my partment, throwing snowballs at each other, and young couples have their first dates on the rink. I rush into my apartment lobby and into the elevator. My arms beg for me to put the bags in my hand down, filled with enough ingredients to last me dozens of cookie batches. I rush to press the number 12 on the elvator and get the weight off of my arms. The elevator jerks to a start and the view makes my heart go still. The walls are made of glass, so the entirety of new york city is in my view. Building get farther away, and soon i can see the lights lighting up the neighborhood as the sun goes down. the view never gets old. Ding. I turn to face the doors of the elevator and rush out to get started on my treats as soon as possible. After many failed attempts of getting the door to open with one hand I am finally greeted to the barking dog and the scent of vanilla. diamond scratches at my legs, excited that im finally home. Shit. I whisper under my breath, as I realize I forgot the milk. I whine and grab my coat once more, this time with more annoyance. Once I'm out the lobby door I rush for the small convenience store close by. I grab the milk and rush to pay. I thank the kind register woman and am about to cross the street when my favorite cafe catches my attention and I cant help but go in. As soon as I enter I can smell the cinnamon and coffee. I order a hot chocolate and sit down. As I wait the bell connected to the door keeps ringing and I turn in annoyance to the source of it. Thats when I see him.
The famous Nick Perez. The best of the best. Professional basketball player. I secretly watched all his games. My eyes travel up and down, trying to process the fact that he was in front of me after so many years. I hadn't seen him since senior year. 6 years ago. His brown skin shines and his earrings bling. He looks identical to the boy I met ten years ago. To the boy, I fell in love with. It still feels like yesterday.
10 years ago. Freshman year.
I enter my first class. Its freshman year and I'm nervous as hell. The first day of high school. I sit in a random seat in the back. The bell rings and the teacher raises her voice. But just as she starts her first sentence a boy rushes in the door. The first thing that catches my attention is his hair. Brown, medium length, and fluffy.
" I missed my bus, sorry," he mutters.
The teacher tells him to take a seat and to my surprise, he sits next to me.
"Hey." he whispers.
"Hi." I whisper back.
The teacher reviews the syllabus and I'm listening when i feel a tap on my shoulder.
"pop tart?" the curly-haired boy asks.
"I-sure." I chuckle.
" My name is nick by the way." He smirks.
I fake wince and his face turn in confusion.
"What?" he smiles.
"You look more like a jack than a 'nick' " I state, bolding the word nick as if in disgust.
"Jack it is then." He smiles, before turning back to his original position in his seat.
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