𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐁𖣠𝐘 . [Rinney]

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Of course, as he expected, New York was nothing like Denver.

It's hard to watch your surroundings suddenly come to a radical change: from little, small houses in which the people he grew up with to high, infinite-looking buildings, piles of glass that narrowly touch the layer of white in the sky. It made him feel little, as tiny as a bug.

Not even twelve minutes into the new world of New York that Robin had gotten lost between the roads and the crossings, the turns and the traffic lights.

Not that I want to make a total fool out of him, but it needs to be mentioned how he also almost got run over twice. The best idea that he had in these exact moments was to throw the finger at the insane drivers, and that's how he risked getting run over on purpose twice more. "I walked on the crosswalk! What's wrong with these crazy ass people?" He'd moan to his best friend, now roommate.

That's right. Billy fucking Showalter was now his so-called roommate. And he was quite happy because with his perfectionist-obsessed ass, he could learn how to keep his stuff in his closet and drawers instead of watching them lay on the ground, waiting for them to magically stand up and make their way back into the closet, literally floating - just like he did the years before, when his mama yelled at him with that obvious Spanish accent.

And another thing he had to learn was how to endure the loud nuisance that roamed around the city.

Not gonna lie but he liked it. He liked the feeling that the city of youth and teenage dreams gave him because he wanted to breathe the air of such an alive, large place, since Denver felt just sad, heavy, and old. That's not what a teenage boy likes.

But was he a teenage boy still? Eighteen years flew in a second. He felt like he used to sleep with his mom just the other day.

He was grateful to her for helping him emotionally like he was grateful to Bruce for finding a good apartment to lodge in - he was tired of searching for hours only to hear Billy complain how ugly they were and how the beds' mattresses didn't look comfortable or how he could see a little bit of grey dust on the corners and edges of the windows: "Robs, you can't choose the first place you lay eyes on. Look at them! They can't clean for JACK. shit."

But Bruce had found him, Billy, and Vance two promising apartments all in the same building, the one he had trouble finding and the one he just stepped foot in.

"This is breath-taking." Billy had said, happiness diving into his veins.

Robin held his luggage tightly as he peeked inside from the wooden door. "It's cute. Thought we wouldn't have made it in time to book an apartment since you kept on refusing every single one." The place wasn't that small: it had three rooms, and the one he was currently in was supposed to be the living room, with a couch and a nice tv on the right's entrance and a pair of large decks.