They say that New York City is the city that never sleeps, and they're right. I know this because I'm sitting at the top of one of the many sky scrapers in New York, drinking a cup of tea while I'm sitting curled up under a blanket. The city lights are in fact magical, they remind me of mechanical fireflies. And just when I am about to get lost in my thoughts someone barges through the door leading to the top of the roof.
"No mum, I've already told you."
It's a guy.
"Yes, I'm in New York. No I'm not coming home yet. I have to do something. Yes, I will be there before New Years. Okay. love you too. Bye"
I watch him as he paces up and down a few times and then as he slowly starts to sit against the wall. That's when I realise it's him, it's Jase. I want to call out to him, tell him it's me, but I can't, instead I turn back to the sight of the city lights and allow my hair to slowly fall beside my face, hoping that he won't be able to recognise me.
Why am I doing this? I want to see him, I want to talk to him.
"You know I can see you right?" He says.
His voice is deep, steady and smooth. He lets the words roll out if his mouth slowly, delicately, with care.
"Uh, kind of." I reply, my voice shaking. I close my eyes and try to find something else to say. Nothing.
He does something that sounds like half a laugh, "Awh, okay ouch."
My cheeks flush red, "no, I didn't mean, I mean I didn't, I just, it's just-"
He laughs, "it's okay, I understand, I should probably go," And then he stands.
"No." I say too quickly. "You can stay, I mean if you want to," I add to wishing that I was a turtle so I could hide under my shell.
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I Found My Home
Teen Fiction"what do you think is the meaning of love?" I asked and gently kicked his shin. Our eyes met, "I don't know." He replied looking down to his feet.
