alex
Clutching the nearly empty bottle of alcohol tightly to my chest, I walked on the cement sidewalk of the New York City strip. All the lights off in every store, dark and empty. I was actually planning on walking towards the bridge. Just to sit. Don't worry. I love my life just enough and I'm happy. The last few drips of alcohol burning my throat, I tossed the bottle in a garbage bin that was attached to a streetlight.
Unable to walk in a straight line, or even see straight, I sat on the yellow-painted curb. Holding my head in my hands, nauseated and tired. I immediately lifted my head and vommited. I lied back onto the cement, cold and rough against my skin, despite the fact that it was the middle of June.
After a few minutes, I got up, and began walking again. Slowly walking, I pulled out my phone to check the time.
3:12 a.m., June 19th, 2014 ( yes i know it is not 2014 but to make it more realistic i set it in an "" earlier "" year (: )
Shoving my phone back into the pocket of my old high school hoodie, I walked at a faster pace. Once I finally reached the bridge, I walked until I found a bench to sit on. Looking out on the river, the sky with the tall buildings, tiny lights coming from apartment rooms and hotel rooms, I began to catch myself falling asleep every few minutes.
My lips trembling from being cold, I pulled my hoodie over my fingertips, and put the hood up. Standing back up, I had absolutely no energy to walk back. I sat down, and got out my phone to send a text, when my phone died.
How convenient?
Angrily putting my phone back into my pocket, I lied down on my side, and stuck my hands underneath my head. It seemed really unsafe to do this, but I've done it multiple times before. And I'm still alive.
Falling in and out of consciousness, a voice woke me suddenly.
"You know," the deep voice paused for a moment. "Sleep on a bench isn't that safe."
Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see the face just underneath the streetlight.
Eyes greener than the freshest patch of grass, Lips more bright and pink than any rose I've ever seen, and God help me, those hands. One dangling by his side, and the other, a cigarette in his hand. (IM SO GROSS AND BASIC AND DJDHSJSJSKSH SORRY)
"How come someone like you is out so late?" He asks, facing me. I sit up, rubbing the side of my face, sore from the hard bench. And my hand, asleep and smashed.
"Someone like me?" I ask in a confused and aggravated tone. Annoyed and angry by his presence. He woke me up from a good ass sleep, how else was I supposed to feel towards him?
"I don't really know how to put this, since I just informally met you but," He pauses, sitting on the edge of the bench. "Normal."
I roll my eyes. "Normal?" I scoff, once again, annoyed by his presence. "And I don't bite."
"What?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows, and sucking on his cigarette. He was wearing a long sleeved, black shirt. Black jeans, and boots. Happy summer, much.
"You're sitting on the complete other side of the bench. I'm not poisonous." I say. I didn't want him thigh-to-thigh next me me, but he could sit closer to be friendly.
"You wouldn't like me sitting this close?" He says, sliding down the bench, until the fabric of his jeans tickles my left leg. I was only wearing a pair of torn jeans shorts with worn out tennis shoes.
"Too close for comfort." I say, scrunching my nose. After he scooted over, a moment of silence fell upon us, awkwardly.
"So what's your name," He says, looking down at his shoes.
"I'm Alex," I say turning my head towards him. "You?"
"Harry. Nice to meet you," He puts his hand out for me to shake. "Alex."
hi :)
sorry this is short as hell but hey, its only the first chapter!!!
hope you enjoyed it and come back to read more bc if you did i would really appreciate it :)
okay goodnight bc it's like midnight where i live and good thing its summer bc i dont plan on going to bed anytime soon !
but anyways bye!!!p.s. yall i was listening to the "me before you" soundtrack while writing this and if you are given the opportunity to go see this movie, DO IT !! i saw it last night and it was absolutely amazing. such a good story and movie and im gonna read the book soon, too. but listen to the soundtrack, my fav song is "not today" by imagine dragons and its a good ass song and it makes me think about life.
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Fiksi Remajasomething about the air in New York City makes sleeping so useless. p.s. i have no idea who made the line drawing in the cover,, but if you made it credit to you bc its awesome