On thin ice an Remus x Anti story

Chapter 5. Just another typical Thursday

T.W. Mention of suicide and so much cursing

No one's POV:
Now that Remus was off there is the other side.
Anti pov:
I woke up in my stupid flat again(he's Irish so therefore he would call it a flat but for fellow Americans it's his apartment, Also he lives in North side of NYC  like south side Chicago, so yeah a lot of crime). There was nothing much to see here. I have only one window that the previous owner broke because I drive him to insanity so that he would commit("Anti keep it pg.13" "I don't listen to p̴̠͑ṵ̴͋p̵̠̽p̶̯͐e̵̼̓t̵̼́ș̴͐" I'm the writer and you know I can write better than you!" "... fine") um yeah you get the gist. I look out of it from time to time and honestly the view is the only good thing in this dumb. Across from the window I have a sofa in the living room with an old TV that I got from the garbage, and yes I can fix things just breaking is easier. I my room has a cot and a cabinet that is filled with my few belongings. One guest room in the other side of the flat that really nothing in it; besides who would want to be in the same place as a psychopath. In the kitchen there is one fridge, one stove that's it. I put on my jumper (hoodie) and went out the door. I glitch to bother my bother or Brody, they're both fun to mess with. Well you see ever since that party I've kept an eye on him. But ever since he left I don't now were he went so now I'm bored.
Remus pov:
I took the train for the first fucking time. My thoughts aren't too bad outside Thomas' mind surprising. I mean fuck the wind in my face the air was nice and it smelled like pot. I love every second of it!
I never really wanted to be in Florida it was always too hot and everything was too far away from each other. Also I wanted to see plays and live in a city. So why not Nevó York (New York). When I got to the airport with my carry on in my hand and my backpack on my shoulder. Wow is this how it feels to be a protagonist? And I tripped and fell on my face 'imagine your face being an ass' yep that's great...
I got a ticket and then when to customs... yeah fun fact about customs, they hate my assorted collection of knives. After putting my bag into check. I was ready to go on the plane. So I sat there with Starbucks in hand, I know Remy would be so proud of me, and I waited. For 30 fucking minutes waited to get on but I'm glad I had a nice view of the planes taking off.
Now for the actual flight... it was fucking cramped there, was a baby behind me crying the whole flight. And don't get me started of the smell the homeless man next to me. Normally I don't mind but it was an 2.5 hour flight so come on man. Well at least it's not forever. Then the kid in front of me started to talk to me. "Hey you look weird" she said her eyes looking into my soil "Thanks? I guess..." thank Satin I got the window seat.
When we land I tried to get out of there as fast as I can. I didn't bring much with me. Just some clothes, and I couldn't forget a jar of crofters and a credit card, Janus "borrowed". Also Thomas booked me a place for a week. Also Janus told me to call him when I landed at JFK. So while waiting for my check bag I called him. "Hey Jan it's me I just landed 10 fucking minutes ago" I can hear him let out a sigh. "I wasn't worried about you" I laughed "you don't need to worry scaly Chaplin, you know me!" I smiled, man I miss the mind 'heheh you will get nowhere' ok I was wrong they are worse.
*Time skip*
I walking around in the city and unholy shit it's fucking huge! When I took the subway, it was dirty and grimy. Then I was walking around the biggest tourist trap, Times Square. I then I heard static laughing, and I looked overhead to see. A guy in a red suit punching someone with a black T-shirt and black ripped jeans? It looks like  think he punch this person into a building... Oh, great it was a superhero fight. Hopefully let's see if the villain wins!
A/N: This took me so long to write 0.0 have a good whatever time it is