New York City
A woman who's very thin, whose bones looks like it might snap at any given time and tall with strawberry blonde hair starts to approach me. She's the first person to acknowledge me since I arrived at New York. Well, apart from the old würst vender ogling me, she's the first. Hmm, maybe she isn't approaching me. Maybe she wants to see the poster by my side. Since I left the airport I had been wandering the streets of New York aimlessly until I decided to settle a few minutes ago on a bench near central park.
Goodness, I'm so stupid. Why didn't I think about a place to stay before coming here.
Because you're an idiot, dah
I'm not
Are too
I'm-
"Hi, I'm Mida. Are you lost? You do look lost though" Ofcourse I do. My two luggage kind of screams that out and add on top of that, my southern outfit and my sulking face. I assess her appearance. The strawberry blonde, Mida, was wearing a grey body hug skirt -which looks so weird on her since she's so skinny but her endless long legs kind of compliments the skirt- and an orange crop top that has paws designed on the boob area.
"Bebe" we shake hands. Even her hands were tiny and surprisingly strong.
"No...Yes, kinda of. I'm new to the city" I explain since I have no where to go to and I'm in dire need of help here.
"Do you know anyone in the city. Anyone you can stay with?"
"No" I reply honestly. Deeply regretting my decision of coming to New York. By now I would have been awake drinking coffee and eating a muffin in our flower themed kitchen.
"Come on" Come on? Come on where? "Where are we going to?" I voiced out my thought.
"To my house. This streets are dangerous at night and it's highly unadviceable to stay here at night especially lonely girls" Mida says already striding away.
"Oh"
"Yeah. Come on then" I didn't have to be told twice. I followed her immediately. Shutting away any thought that she might be an assassin or a drug addict considering how thin she was or what so ever.
45 minutes later
"So this is my apartment" she said and waved her hands around the room.The room was jam packed with various tea set. It had two sofas which were an ugly shade of orange and one cane chair. Clothes were spread haphazardly on the couch. The wall was painted a creamy white and there was a huge plasma TV which looked brand new. A breakfast barwas dividing the mini kitchen from the sitting room.
It seems that Mida saw my attention fixed on the numerous china set because she said, "The china set is my mother's pathetic excuse for birthday presents." She said it with a can-you-imagine-that tone. When Mida said mother it hit a nerve in my heart.
"Are you okay? You suddenly tensed up" Mida says, touching my shoulder briefly. Worry evident in her eyes.
"I'm fine." No way am I telling her yet. She's a total stranger.
A total stranger whom you will start living with.
Strike one: subconscious mind-1 ; Bebe- 0
"Are you sure?" Mida asked skeptically.
"Yes. Tell me about you" I say trying to change the subject while I sat on the part of the couch not having a cloth strewn over it. Mida started arranging her stuffs, grabbing some of her clothes off the couch.
"Okay then. You already know my name. I'll be twenty one by December. This is my humble aboard as you can see. I love the colour orange and I'm a model." she said about to leave the room. Well that makes much sense as to why she's so thin.
"You don't say, I'm also a model!" I yelled out since she was more than half away from the room.
"You are?" She turned at that in surprise.
"Well, no, actually I came to New York to fulfill my modeling dream"
"And you've got the right person to help you. I'm applying for a shoot tomorrow you can come with."
"Oh thank you so much" I say with gratitude.
"You're welcome. I only have one bedroom, I hope you don't mind the couch?" Mida said.
"Not at all" A few nights on a couch wouldn't hurt until I'm able to secure a modeling job and move out.
"Okay let me get you some pillows and covers" I nod my head in acknowledgement.
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A Model Misfit (Misfits #1)
Humor"So I take it that your photoshoot earlier today went well?" He asked, paying rapt attention to me. "Yes, it did but I don't want to talk about work now." He raised an eyebrow with a small smile playing on his lips and a challenging look in his eyes...
