fucktard {l.h}

well shit

long chapter 💕💕 but it's important

It's the time, I'm getting on the plane.. leaving my past, starting another future, hopefully it's better than the one I tried to start last time.

"now boarding flight 429 to New York, New York." A fuzzy speaker speaks.

well fuck. yolo amirite?

boarding the plane and taking the seat, only a 3 hour flight..

As I get comfortable in my large seat, I see a bush of blonde locks looking at the isles. 'PleAse don't be Luke please don't be luke' repeating in my head.

The blonde takes a seat next to me, I face towards the window the entire flight, staring at the window and eventually down at my book for a while. But that didn't help because I looked. I looked at him. Luke Hemmings.

"opal?" He asks staring at me.

"Yeah?" I reply.

"Oh my god. It's really you? Am I dreaming? Why are you going to New York? Is this why you wanted to talk to me last month?" He rambles but I cut him off.

"it's me, you're not dreaming. I'm going to New York to start a new life"
it sounded cheesy out loud.

"why? What?" He asks staring at the ceiling of the plane

"Sir can you please keep it down? Thanks." Says a snoody plane lady

I just stare back at my book, hoping this would go by faster, but the whole time, Luke stared at me, than his feet than at me again. He was definitely thinking hard. And about what? I'm not sure..

"Welcome to New York everyone!" the pilot says from the microphone. As the button saying we can get off starts blinking, I grab my over head and rush out of the plane despite Luke screaming my name.

And there is a tall man dressed in a black suit holding a sign that says 'opal' I walk up to him and he leads me to a limo, my mother is too rich.

The city is so beautiful, breathtaking actually.. you can see all the different people and their stories. Like a homeless man on the curb next to a chilis. Or sharp looking men and women walking out of a huge glass building.

I am staying at my moms house for the weekend and moving into an apartment, which is located in the heart of Times Square. but after I'm settled in I have to look for a job. I finished college but I've always wanted to work at a floral shop, my entire family despises them but I've always been different than them.

"Ma'am, we are here."

"Thanks." I say quickly getting out of the car and around to the trunk to grab my 2 huge suit cases. I stare at the large house, my brothers held so many parties here when we were kids.

"Oh sweetie you're here!" My mother says engulfing me into a hug.

" hey mom" I say, looking over her shoulder at the house, surprisingly seeing my white ass stepdad walking towards the door.

"hey richard.." I wave to him, and he grabs one of my suitcase, I mumble a quick 'thanks' and head upstairs to my room.
as I open the door, it's exactly the same as I left it. just emptier.
"Where's the bed? And the dresser? And the desk and tv?" I ask looking around the baby blue room.