Obsessed

thirty-one | big apple

Amirlya
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New York is as crowded as they say it is. The bustling city had people walking in all directions. Young, old, black, white. It was a melting pot of cultures, income, and status.

I've longed to come here since I was twelve, dreaming of what the Big Apple would be like, yet I never imagined to actually step foot in it.

June and I arrived about two hours ago, and since then, we've spent our time walking around Times Square, going on the Hudson River cruise, and visiting the Statue of Liberty.

I didn't get much time to settle in after our flight, but I wasn't complaining. Our bags were taken by men dressed in suits, and the next thing I knew, I was in a taxi.

"Where to next?"

I look at June with a smile, "You're asking me? You're the one who's been taking me places.

"Well, do you have anything in mind? If you want me to take you somewhere else we can do that. Unless you want to go to the penthouse now. It's only like six tho." He says while checking his Rolex.

Sometimes I envy the wealth of those around me. Anui and June had things like Rolex watches, Porsches, and Alexander McQueens. I had Converse and clothes from Ross.

"I'm down for whatever to be honest." I say truthfully. I was nearly drained, but not drained enough. I only had three days in NYC, and I don't know if I'll ever come back, so it's worth its trying everything and anything I can.

" Coney Island it is."

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Maybe it was the food on the plane, or the fact that we were 300 feet above the air, either way, my stomach wasn't pleased.

"Why the fuck did you make us go on here?" I screech.

"Aren't you the one who asked to go?" June laughs like a hyena.

We were currently seated on a rollercoaster, I've never been on one, and my curiosity got the best of me. However, the minute my butt made contact with the chair, I instantly regretted the decision. The seats are too small for my liking, our thighs nearly touched!

"I want to get off June." I cry.

"Don't say that, you'll love it."

"I won't. I know I won't, I want to get down."

"We waited twenty minutes in the line Lya." He reasoned.

"I don't care June! I feel like I'm going to shit my pants!" I whisper. Everything was throbbing, my belly, my asshole, and my head. If I didn't get off I was going to vomit or piss myself, and how embarrassing would that be? My first day in New York? This would be a horrible impression on the people of the city, not to mention how humiliating it would be in front of JUNE out of all people.

"Look, it's nothing to worry about. It's just one minute of screaming your ears off and potentially puking, see, it's not so bad."

I look at him like he's insane, which he is, but before I can yell, the ride starts to push forward.

"No no no! I want off, get me off—"

2 minutes later...

"Okay that wasn't that bad." I say, relived that we're still alive. Fortunately, my head and legs are still intact. I may have overreacted, but reasonably so.

"Told you, we should do it again."

"Fuck no!"

"Why not?" June grabs my waist to pull me closer, but I pull him away, even tho my heart flutters at his touch.