My City Boy

VI: Are we nothing?

(this chapter includes a type of smut)

                                                               - 10:58 am -

It's been three days since my arrival at New York City. It's going slow, but there is already multiple reasons on why that is. I've been on my phone for so long, I'm stuck in a scrolling faze. Scrolling through funny videos, sad videos, helpful videos and so on. It gets addicting. It helps me keep my mind away from the Luis and Maxon drama. I just want a break already, but things will start to escalate. Maybe they are just a lesson I need to learn. But what if one of them were to be my soulmate. Nahhh, no way. Not in a million years. I'll keep dreaming. The possibility that a relationship with any one of them would be slim to non. I can commit to anything but this. Relationships? No!!! My parents nor my brothers would ever let me date a boy. Let alone be near one or talk to one after my incident. Not even I would let myself to, but I can't help to hope that they seem to be the one. After all this time, I've let my guard down. Maybe I'm exposing too much of myself. Then again, Maxon seems like a nice guy. Luis seems like a caring guy. But who do I know is really telling the authentic truth?

I check the time to see if I stayed in bed late. 11:00. Yeah... I'm going to be tired today, aren't I?

I flip the blanket off of me and there goes the cold breeze again. I step onto the white glossy-looking floor. It felt like I was walking on ice with bare feet. I walk to the mirror in the room. My hair was going this way and that way. It was all over the place on my head. It makes me look like my hair was one giant hairball. How did this even happen? I don't wake up looking like this at all!

"Ughh." I try to brush through my tangled hair with my fingers. Stroking the hair as I feel the pain streaming through my head. Tugging at the knots was a waste. At this point, I'll give up on my hair. it hurts way too much to brush. I might as well go in the shower.

I walk to the bathroom that both me and Layla share and I open the door. I can't get enough of this bathroom, It's beautiful.

I grab a towel from the little cabinet and place it on the toilet. I turn the shower knob so that it is just above warm. Then I strip. The water pushes out from the head of the shower. 

As I get in, the hot water rolls down my hair onto my back. A rush of warmth rushes through and it reminds me of the warmth from when Luis and I slid down the slide. I shake the thought out, I don't want to be thinking about him. If only this trip would go a lot faster.

I snatch my towel which soaks up the water from my body.

Then I grab some of my skin and hair products to finish the rest of my routine before I leave the bathroom to put my clothes on.

I take my cute light pink dress and my white puffy coat. I start to crave cupcakes. I could have sworn I saw a cupcake shop somewhere in New York.
'Sarah's Sweet Boutique' I search up on my phone to find the directions. As I pull up the directions I see '35 min walk'.

That's far. My legs are gonna be killing me. But it seems so far to the point it seems unsafe to go alone. It's got to be worth it. The reviews are great and I'm a fast walker. I think I'll be able to get back swiftly. I gotta be brave in the real world.

I walk to the closet to grab some sneakers, but before I could touch the handle of the door, something opens it abruptly. My sister swings out screaming 'BOO'. 

I shriek so loud that my parents come running up the stairs to make sure I'm alright. My sister Layla just sits in the closet giggling.

"LAYLA, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!" I yell at her. "You're going to give me a heart attack one day." And somehow she knew I was going out. It's like she has a superpower that makes her know everything that's going on.