(Kian's pof)
(starting from where they left off)
Bobby thought it was be aesthetically pleasing to take photos of me as I ran through New York, and honestly they looked pretty good.
I'm sitting outside at a starbucks sipping an iced mocha at a double table and Bobby is sitting silently on the other side of me as he scrolls through the photos and edits them. I ended up even posting one as soon as he showed me it because it looked that good, and of course my phone starts going off every second with a million notifications saying that someone has liked my photo.
"Hey so what's our plan for today?"
I sit up in my chair and look at him.
"Thinking about doing some good ol' shopping" he laughs, eyes locked to his iPhone screen.
"Mmh" I say swirling around the cream of my iced mocha.
The Starbucks is around a corner which means it's not as busy as some of the areas around here. Which is pretty nice. I expected a whole lot more from New York, I mean it's only my first day and I haven't seen much. But it's not that amazing how everyone says it is. Or maybe it's just me? Maybe I'm just crazy.
"Oh shittttttttt." Bobby mummers.
"What, what is it?" I ask
"Ricky, Trevor, Jc, Sam and Connor are filming some otl video but you're here, and their there. Sooo."
"So I'm not gonna be in it." I laugh
"Yeah you could say that."
"Ah well, I needed a break from all it anyways." I say as I finish the last sip of my drink.
"All what?"
"YouTube, Otl, all that."
"I don't blame you. Bro, we are in New York. We can do what we want." He says putting his phone down on the table.
"Yeah, you're right."
Bobby's always been their when I've needed him and he's never done me wrong. This week should be pretty good with him.
"Anyways," Bobby says getting up from his seat. "Should we go shopping now?"
I smile
"Fuck yea."
A few hours later.
We arrive at the hotel carrying tons of shopping bags, it is around 7 now and we spend the whole day around the streets of New York shopping.
"I'm gonna drop my bags off and then I have to go to some meeting about my project." Bobby says when we arrive at our hotel room.
"Yeah alright."
I open the door, walk over to my bed and drop my shopping bags onto it and pull out a new outfit for me to wear. It was night so I wanted to do something, like getting the experience of a bar in New York and maybe meet some new girls. So that's just what I did.
I got dressed into some black ripped jeans and a white deep neck t shirt. I jell my hair and have one last look in the mirror before turn to leave. Bobby was already gone by the time I got out the door.
When I get to the lobby, a taxi is waiting for me. Hundreds of people are around trying to get into a car and I was relived, five minutes later, when I managed to get in a taxi.
"Hello" an old man greats me as I hop into the car.
"Hi." I say as I put on my seatbelt and take my phone out of my pocket.
"Where do you need to go?" He asks as he pulls out of the roundabout of the hotel.
"Queen street club" I respond.
He nods and slowly drives until we become stuck in traffic. You know kian you probably could've walked and it would be so much easier.
"Lucky you've got me so you didn't have to walk." The taxi driver says, as if he is reading my mind. He motions his head over to the window and I head rain drops dropping on the car roof.
"Yeah." I laugh
I watch as the rain falls onto the side window, then pull out my phone and check Twitter.
Around 15 minutes later I find myself parked in front of the bar where heaps of young drunk teenagers are hanging out. I open the car door, hand the driver money and leave.
The bar was massive. It had a big out door area scattered around were people sitting on tables and chairs holding drinks in their hands. They must of been pretty funny people because they would laugh uncontrollably every few seconds. I make my way inside, passing through many people. Blasting on the speaker was Oui by Jeremih. It had a big stage and beside was an area where people were dancing, in the corner of the club there was a bar table with stools. So I walk over to it and sit down on a stool. A man with sunglasses and a suit on was serving people different drinks and foods. I could hardly hear anything with all the noise but I could hear one thing.
"Kian?!"
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