spotlight ✧ s.w.

six

I awoke surprisingly early for a Sunday, but that was because I told the guys I'd come with them to the airport tonight. We were going to spend time in the city being tourists before they went back to Los Angeles.

The guys were talking amongst themselves at the kitchen island when I walked out into the living room space.

"Morning," I smiled at them, and they jumped.

"Good morning," Johnson mumbled through a mouthful of the smoothie bowl.

"I see you found my smoothie bowls," I laughed.

"We totally just raided your fridge, I'm sorry," Sam instantly got up and walked over to where I was. I shook my head with a laugh.

"It's totally cool. I was surprised you guys even tried it, though, I wouldn't have thought you'd like it."

"It's so good," Nate held two thumbs up, and I nodded in agreement.

"You ready to head out into the city?" I bit into my bagel. They quickly cleaned up their bowls while I picked up my breakfast, all of us piling into the elevator.

Sam—as usual, sat up front with me while the guys were squished together in the back. I felt bad, I really did, but seeing them smack and shove each other due to being uncomfortable in their seats was the most amusing thing ever.

"Fucking stop, G! You're hoggin' my legroom!" Johnson groaned.

"Dude, you're the one hogging all the damn space!"

"Alright, you guys," I rolled my eyes. "Calm down, we're almost there."

"Where are we goin' anyway, Rosalie?" Sam looked at me from the seat beside me.

"You'll see," I kept my gaze on the road, a little smirk playing on my lips.

"Oh no, you're gonna kill us, aren't you? Stop the car, I'm dipping!" Johnson joked.

I rolled my eyes, "Just shut up and wait, okay?"

They all mumbled responses under their breaths as the three boys continued to bicker in the back. I let out a soft sigh, boys.

I finally saw our destination, smiling widely to myself as I made the turn. It was called High Line, located on a metal bridge-like platform. Although the surroundings underneath High Line looked a little sketchy, this neighborhood is safe.

The bickering in the back came to an abrupt halt, as they probably were taking in their new surroundings.

"Rosalie, are you sure it's safe here?" Sam quietly asked.

"Relax," I pulled into a parking space underneath the platform. "We're goin' up."

"Up?" The boys all rose a brow in unison. I only nodded, hopping out of the car and walking towards the stairs. The guys scrambled out of the back and quickly caught up with me, and I could hear them panting from behind.

The greenery was right in front of our eyes as we walked up the steps, the earthy smell filling my senses. I smiled, not having been here in a while.

"Holy shit, what is this place?" Nate turned a full three-sixty as his jaw dropped.

"It's called the High Line," I chuckled. "And before you say anything—no, there aren't any cannabis plants here, Nate."

"Goddamn," He huffed with a chortle.

"How long does this stretch?" Johnson squinted, trying to estimate how far this goes.

"1.45 miles," I pointed out. "That was the same exact question I had the first time I came here, too."