•Homeless•

Chapter 4

Noelle's POV
I smiled as I grabbed Lucas' hand and dragged him out the coffee house.
" Where are we going ?" He asked.
" Somewhere special!" I grinned.
" Shall we?"
" We shall!"
We began sprinting down the road. I lead him down familiar streets and across roads. After about a 5 minute sprint I came to a halt.
" Are we here?" He said.
" Yeah, come on"
I lead him inside a business building, I have no clue what this place is used for but who cares!I lead him to the elevator and clicked the 67th floor. The top floor to the building.
" I don't get it? Why are we in some business building ?" His face confused.
" To watch the world."I answered.
" I'm getting the vibe your an old soul...Am I right?"
" Kinda... I mean suppose I am. I've been through things nobody should go through and experience"
" But why didn't you just run " he asked as we made our way onto the roof.
" Oh I did, that's what got me and Taylor into this mess in the beginning. We ran away from the orphanage because they abused us you see. The original plan was to just get Taylor out. I always thought of her as a little sister.I would do anything to protect her I guess. She's all I have."
" She must be grateful for everything you've done for her then."
" Oh for goodness sake she doesn't know the half of the stuff I've done for her. I don't need her to know, it would probably upset her anyway." I replied as we sat down.
" So tell me about yourself Noelle." Lucas asked.
" Well... My full name is Noelle Nova Darren, I'm 16 years old and homeless. There isn't much else to know.What about you?" I said.
" Well, My name is Lucas Dobre, I'm 17 years old and I have a twin who I make music.lys and YouTube videos and other internet stuff with."
" What are music.lys?" I asked confused.
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Taylor's POV
" How about we go for a walk?" I asked the boy.
" Yeah, sounds nice."
We began walking around the streets of New York. It wasn't to busy, well for the city of course.
" So favourite colour?" He asked.
" Really ' favourite colour'? Real smooth." I joked.
" Sorry..." he smiled sheepishly."I'm really bad at making small talk."
" Don't worry I am as well. We can be awkward together!" I said grinning.
" So how about we go get some more coffee? We seem to be albe to talk better with a drink in our hands."he said.
" Oaky then, but your buying!" I replied.
" It'll be my pleasure to buy coffee for a pretty girl."