See The Bigger Picture

O.N.E

" Stop there and let me correct it, i wanna live a life from a new perspective "

New Perspective by Panic! At The Disco

" So what now, B ? "

It's a habit of mine to talk to myself when i'm all alone. Saying this out loud makes me sure about the things i thought about. It's slightly weird, but at least it helps me to think clearly. I look through my painted empty room in my new apartment here in America. I just moved here about 6 days ago, but it wasn't something that scared me that much. I have been visiting America all my life. By " all my life " means i have been visiting America a lot and moving here wasn't a big of deal. And " a lot " means more than 10 times.

" So tomorrow is Monday, B. Your first day of working in your new office. Don't.. and when i say Don't i mean it, B. Don't ruin this for yourself. "

I sat on my sofa, which is the only furniture i have inside this lounge room. It's kind of upsetting you know. I'm going to decorate this apartment right after i have my first pay check. As hard as i tried to brush the thought of coming in to a new place to work tomorrow, i feel a huge nod forming inside my stomach and i just couldn't stop thinking about it.

" Stop worrying, you idiot. In fact, you shouldn't be worried at all.. they offered you the job, not you looking for it. "

i tend to be a bit cocky to hide my nervousness. But not the ' Miriah Carey ' cocky, it's more like ' sarcastically amusing myself before i gag myself ' kind of cockiness. After lots of talking to myself as the thought of work crawling through ever cell inside my brain, i eventually felt tired, yawned and fell a sleep.

I woke up early the next day, to get ready for my first day of being a journalist on a fashion magazine in America. " wow " i never thought i'd be this excited instead of being scared to death, specially after my mental break down yesterday. I took a shower while listening to my favorite mood booster song ever, Looking up by Paramore.

" honestly can't you believe, we crossed the world while it's a sleep "

As i sang to my favorite lyric from the song, my thoughts wonder off. I've always wanted to travel the world just for fun, have a crazy night in Mexico, Eat all kinds of Pizza in Italy and see the beautiful culture of Bali. But i never did. Traveling for me is always about working, like example : go to Paris just to accompany my boss to see the fashion week and go back to England right away. Don't get me wrong, i love fashion so much that it's in my guts. But sometimes i just wanted to do things for my own, for a laugh and somethings that doesn't makes me stressed out that my eyeballs almost fell out. Doing fashion is always fun for me. It's just the waiting for the boss, the feeling of the boss doesn't like the article i've made this month, the wake up call in 4 A.M just to go to the boss house to help her pack, those stressful days when i don't get any sleep and last but not least those many coffee spilled on my jeans when running around late to the office makes me feel sick. As my thoughts are drifted to my existential crisis of life the Paramore song ended. I finally finish my full of thoughts shower and walk up to my wardrobe. I decided to wear my white T-shirt, with ripped jeans and i tied a red black plaid around my hips. Then i put on my mascara carefully while walking towards my empty bedroom. I took my mini sized black jansport then took out my lip tin. I'm not much of a girly styled kind of girl. I nearly have skirts or pink coloured things, i don't even wear flat shoes nor high heels. The closets thing i had with high heals is a converse and nike wedges. While i was putting on my red vans, a knock came from the front door. It must be Cassandra. I walk up to the door and open it.

" HEYY, GIRL... nice to finally meet you "

yeap. that's definitely Cassandra.

" heyy, what's up ? nice to finally meet you too "

We hugged and she gave me a card. HER card, actually. Why is she even giving this to me.. can you not make this more awkward then it's already are. We met through Skype last week, right after i accepted this job. She was the boss most trusted person and her work desk is right next to mine, let's just say were going to share the same room. So she decided to contact me so things wouldn't get so awkward when we actually met. But Trust me when i say nothing is less awkward then it should have been.

" Let's go now.. will be late. Don't want to keep Mrs.Crawford waiting " she said

she grabs my arm throughout my apartment building and with her hand is ever so slightly crushing my left arm.. pulling me through the streets like i was a little child. She started slow at first but minutes later she started running, i began to run as well cause she's not even giving me a chance to free myself from her sweaty hand. God this lady is grabby. Just as were about to get into a fancy tall building, i bump into a very tall guy and spilled all of his coffee to the ground, even worse to his clothes too. Cassandra stops running as i stop and gasp.

" i am so so sorry "

i looked at him and we saw each other eyes.

Then theres that, i saw his features. He has beautiful brown eyes. He has a messy dark brown hair, which is short but with bangs and a fringe. It's like a modern version of an emo guy in a punk or indie band, it looks nice. It suits him. He wears a black leather jacket with a black top under it, a pair of black ripped jeans and a classic black converse.

"iii..i didn't mean it, i'm.. "

he cuts me off.

" you didn't mean right ? " he asked while raising an eyebrow

" uhm... yes " i answered in confusion.

" then theres no need for apologising. It's good " he smiled.

I smiled. Smiled ?no. Smiled is not the word. I froze.

" well, good day then mate. so long and good night " he winked and walk away.

what even? it's not even night yet. i try to see it as joke but something tells me he was speaking a lyric to life. Should i speak a lyric from the same song back to him, or not. What if he doesn't know the song? what if his really just joking around?. Stop it, B. His just a stranger, if he doesn't know the song you would only have 1% chance to ever see him again and that makes it 99% less embarrassing.

" it's 7 A.M in the morning " i spoke a little loudly since his already far enough for small whispers.

He stops and look back, he let out a small giggle. " i haven't slept in days " he said.

" well.. i hope we'll meet again when both our cars collide "

I almost die when i let those words out of my mouth. I was scared to death that he didn't really know the song. He gave me a look that i still can't figure out.

" Great to finally meet a killjoy spilling coffee in the middle of the streets " he said.

He understood. He knows the God damn song.

" and yes.. we shall meet again. Some other time, the right time.. someday " he continued

" see you in someday then " i waved

He walked away and disappear.

And that was the day i've met a boy..

who took my heart and he never lets go ever since.

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So that's the first chapter of this story.. i know is so freakin badddd.. forgive me. Thank you for reading this chapter and i'll update this soon.. i guess. bye, loves <3

btw those lyrics belongs to a My Chemical Romance song and killjoy is the name of the people who worships the band ( their fans ) . And since MCR is not just a band it's an idea then we shall live with it till the day we die.