Chapter 8: Coffee and Posters
“Come on!” Arriah tugged at Neel, “Get up! It’s already six!”
“No,” Neel groaned, “Mommy, I want to go sleepy night night time.”
“Neel!” Arriah yelled at him, playfully.
“What?” Neel groaned half asleep, “Ari, its only six, go to sleep!”
Arriah huffed and gave up with a pout; she stood up with her small hands on her hips. “Get up.”
No response.
“Fine, I guess I’ll do it the hard way.” Arriah grinned evilly and pushed Neel off the couch, while he was busy trying to get comfortable, so he could go back to dreaming like a lazy bum.
Neel oofed in pain as he landed on the ground with a thud. He opened his eyes and there was Arriah batting her eyelashes at him dressed in a long coat with a scarf and a beanie. She was wearing blue jeans with some boots. She stood there, trying not to laugh at the image in front of her.
“I don’t get it; usually I’m the one who is trying to get you to wake up at ten.” Neel muttered as he stood up and dusted of the imaginary dirt of his pants.
“I don’t know, I just felt like waking up early and having a cup of coffee while walking around New York with a certain grumpy friend of mine.”
“I’m not grumpy!” Neel defended a little too quickly, he blushed while adding, “I guess I’m just the more adult one.”
“Ok, whatever, just go get dressed.” Arriah shoved him towards the bathroom.
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After Neel was ready, the two headed outside. They took the elevator down this time, Neel reminded her to take the key this time, so they wouldn’t have to creep through the stairs at the back of the hotel. They both waved to the receptionist and headed out to the busy streets of New York. Arriah grabbed Neel’s arm.
“I’m cold.” She whined.
“Wear warmer clothes.” Neel muttered groggily.
“I am wearing warm clothes.” Arriah defended, looking at her outfit.
“Neel just sighed and let Arriah lead him into the crowd of people. They walked for about five minutes, until they reached Burlington Street. Neel stood waiting for the sign to flash a person walking.
“You are not from New York.” Arriah told him as she took his hand and ran through the street.
“What are you doing? You’re going to get us killed woman!”
“Shut up! Why are you so tight ass?”
Neel stopped in the middle of the street while Arriah yelled at him for stopping; cars jerked furiously as they tried to hit the brakes, no accidents were caused…yet.
“I am not tight ass, I’m just more responsible. I am trying to not get us killed by doing the right thing. I am trying to help you. I am a fun, care-free, laidback kind of guy, and not to mention hot. And I mean like sexy hot, not the adorable hot, but HOT, I have a six freaking pack. And-“ Neel kept rambling on as a car came hurling toward them, a woman sticking her head out of the window telling them to move, Arriah tugged his hand and pulled him to the sidewalk.
“Yes, Responsible. Trying to help me. Doing the right thing by trying to not get me killed.” She laughed.
“That was not the point.” Neel blushed, red all over his face.
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Incomplete | My Suicide Buddy
General FictionI wrote this story when I First started writing, I was not serious at ALL when I wrote this. This story isn't one of those hilarious parodies, it's a genuinely terribly structured story. Try reading some of my more recent and better stories. "Look...
