Opposite Of My Everything

Chapter 4- New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

Hunter

I still can't believe that I agreed on being with her the whole tour. Well, I'm glad she's making it up to me, but it's annoying, because we always tend to get ourselves in our heads all the time.

"Thanks for helping me pack, Kaye. See you." She waved back and headed for the elevator. I completely got lost and started staring at Kristen's door. Should I knock?

I took a few steps forward, I suddenly knocked even though I wasn't ready yet!

"Hey." She greeted as she rubbed her eyes, obviously she's tired.

"I just made sure that you were really gonna wake up early." I excused. She formed a sleepy, yet bitchy smile.

She raised her hand and faced to my face "Talk to the hand Mr. Adams. You just missed me, don't you?" She smiled teasingly, but she's obviously still sleepy.

"I just really wanted to make sure that's all. Nothing more, nothing less." I defended and I pushed her palm, back to her.

"Your words sound more defensive than the truth." She smiled sillingly at me, tss, whatever. But I don't miss her.

"That'a not true." The tone of my voice started raising. Maybe, I'm a bit pissed.

"So you're telling me, that you're body was out of control and you unconsciously knock on my door, or you just fell over and hit my door a lot of times?" She said sarcastically. She really likes making me look like an idiot "Choose letter A or B?" She gave choices. A or B?

"B," I answered.

"B it is , then." She replied proudly and started nodding in a lunatic way. "Wanna come in?" She open the door widely. I get the chance to see what's half of what's inside her condo unit. Then I heard her yawn.

"No, go to bed." I turn my heel and looked back at her "Sleep."

"But I'm not tired yet, horsey." She answered with a country tone voice. Horsey? Seriously?

"You want me to throw you to bed?" I challenged. Her eyes widen.

"I'll look forward on that. But not now,"

"I'll pick you up early tomorrow, so sleep." I forced.

"Okay, settle down horsey." She said, still in her country like voice. She raised both her hands gesturing me to back off. I laughed, then she slammed the door, again. That's a big habit of hers.

Okay, everything I need is here. Oliver already e-mailed me that all the paintings were safely flew to New York.

"Okay, yes Oliver. Bye." I ended the call and pulled my luggage outside. just right at the front door. Oh, Kristen.

I knocked gently.

"Hello." She greeted, and from the looks of it she's pretty much excited. She's wearing a black beanie, black leather jacket, black jeans, white V-neck shirt, and grey, studded buckled boots. I was actually almost in the same attire too. But the difference was that I didn't wear boots.

"You woke up early, that's something new." I teased. She rolled her eyes.

"I can do whatever I want. Plus, I'm not missing New York for the world!" She raised both arms as she spins in circles. A child going insane, people!

"Well, New York wouldn't miss you too." She stopped on what she was doing and frowned.

"Oh, so you think so, well who told you New York would miss you? I might not been missed, but they've heard about me!" She pointed herself and still had the gut to boast.