My Summer with New York

Seeing You Again

Colby's POV:

I hadn't intended on going up to New York as soon as I did. Rosie has only been gone for almost three months now, and I didn't want to seem dependent on her. Sure it hurt like hell to be away from her for this long, but we've FaceTimed every night. And the girl constantly sends me silly little Snapchats of what she's doing. It made the days pass very quickly, but we both miss the same thing. Touching and kissing the other.

I missed the feeling of Rosie's strong but soft skin under my hands. I missed the way she felt lying next to me in bed if I'm being honest. But when she called and invited me to her first showcase, I found myself hesitating.

"Come on up to the city Colby!" She begged. I couldn't say no but I wasn't rushing to say yes. "I dunno Rosie. It depends on what's going on here." I tell her. I can hear her groaning in frustration on the other end of the phone. "Do you not want to see me or something?" Rosie asks me. No. "Of course I want to see you baby girl." I start. "Then act like it. I thought you'd like to see me dance, and that you might want to spend the weekend with me since my parents are out of town for the next two weeks but I'm guessing I was wrong. Goodnight Colby." Rosie snaps before sharply hanging up. It was my turn to groan in frustration. I knew I'd better call her back or she'll never forgive me. Each time I called, however; she sent me to voicemail.

After the third time of being sent to voicemail I left her a message.

"Look Rosie, I'll come to New York. I'll come and watch you twirl around in your little tutu and I'd love to spend the weekend with you. I want nothing more than to be wrapped up next to you again. Don't be too angry with me baby girl. I love you."

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A Week Later

"Hey where are you?" Rosie says. "I just got into the city, so I'm going to need your address" I answer. She tells me her address and that she loves me before hanging up. I barely got my moms permission to come up to see Rosie for the weekend, and I know coming up here wasn't something my mom approved of. When I brought the idea to her attention, she got so angry that she wouldn't talk to me for the next two days.

I was almost ready to cave in and tell her that I would stay home for her. That I wouldn't go up to the city because I knew it would upset her. But as the words were about to slip out, she said I could go. She wasn't happy, but it was obvious she wasn't going to stop me. And ever since then, she's been avoiding me as much as she possibly can. As I left this morning, she stiffly hugged me and pressed a creased twenty in my hand before I left. "It's for gas." She told me as she kissed my cheek.  For a second time, I almost called my trip off. But now that I'm here in the city and almost with my girl, I realize it would've been worse on me if I had cancelled on Rosie.

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As I stand at Rosie's apartment door, hand raised and ready to knock, memory floods back to me. I allow myself to remember everything I've kept locked away for so long. I knock quietly at first before confident seeps in and allows me to knock louder. For a moment no one answers, and I begin to feel as if she isn't here. But as soon as I begin to turn away, the door flies open. "Colby!" An all too excited voice cried out. I can't stop the smile that forms on my face as I catch her in my arms.

The moment our skin touches, the feelings I have for this girl seem to skyrocket. It's only when I'm holding Rose Beckett in my arms that I realize how much I've missed her. Words can't even describe how good it feels to kiss her once my lips catch hers. I can feel the wetness on her cheeks from her crying, and it only seems to make the moment more perfect. Someone clears their throat from down the hall, and Rosie reluctantly pulls back.