Late Night Out

*1am*

Song: We Are Young - FUN ft. Janelle Monáe

1am

Time Square truly began to bottleneck the further you walked into the heart of the square. And by that I mean we were surrounded by dozens of tightly packed people, similar to the ecstatic crowd found at concerts.

There wasn't really one specified place to start. Self regulated acts were put on show from corner to corner. Classic street musicians claimed their turf and marked it with their instruments, amps, microphone stands and various forms of payment collection. Whether it be their snazzy cases lined with velvet material, tin cans or makeshift boxes that looked as if a child had put it together and scrawled over it in their messy, black handwriting. No offense.

Characters from childhood cartoons and TV shows prowled around in groups as well. Not in the creepy mascot way like some back in high school. Adults and children alike went up to ask for hugs, to pose and snap a picture with them. Power Rangers and Pokemon, as in a human, life size version of Pikachu, were spotted together at their post.

Everything was louder, not a single person was out of motion. New York was known for their busy streets, constant chatter, and flashy billboards along with their regular hot tourist spots. Lights shone down on us from the towering buildings above all plastered with some form of electronic, eye catching advertisement. I would be lying if I said it weren't worth the semi-blinding you'd receive from looking up too long - like the sun but man made.

Too many sleepless nights from staring at a back lit screen allowed my eyes to adjust faster but it also hurt more at the same time. I wince and cringed away like a vampire in broad daylight. My eyes refocus on the bustling, ever growing group of people ahead of us. Even at 1am in the morning, expect to see Time Square filled to the brim.

Those daring night owls who I have respectively joined.

It resembled a huge street fair, only it was here all day every day. But to achieve the full experience, you have to come see at the most menacing hour where all is turned on to full blast.

"Why did you bring me here?" Quinn tugs at my coat sleeve like a child whose grabbing their mother's attention.

"And I ask, why wouldn't I?" This in front of us was a sight to see.

"You never thought to ask yourself if I've already been to Time Square?" He testifies.

"Depends on how long you've been in New York so far."

"Less than a week." His vague answer causes me to arch an eye brow.

"How detailed of you Mr. Stebon. I expect nonetheless."

"Give me some credit, that's a pretty decent answer. Why should I be giving you my backstory when for all I know you could be some deranged, psycho stalker that has a manageable sense of control?" It's almost as if he's trying to stall for his life.

"One - you agreed to let me tour you around. if it makes you feel any better you've been to my apartment and I if I do recall I didn't try to gag you. And two - you've kind of free willingly revealed part of your story to me already. I know why your here, why not tell me for how long? What could an average citizen like me do with such information?"

"Oh Amy, you're anything but average."

It was so vague. So simple. Yet that phrase held a thousand meanings.

But who was I kidding? Here I was getting ahead of myself, assuming that this man I had known for far less than twenty four hours was giving me such meaningful flattery. Laughable.