Partnered Up☕︎

#42 Once again, 'up' pop the crazy ideas into my mind.

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#42 Once again, 'up' pop the crazy ideas into my mind.
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Fay

Coming here to the big apple, about five months ago, wasn't what I thought it would be. I've had many intriguing adventures, bothersome situations, and scary instances.

But the most intriguing, bothersome, and scary story I've ever had by far, is the story I'm going to exploit in this very moment. The story that toke place on my first Christmas Eve in New York.

The story of how I got grabbed into trouble.

Literally.

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The scene I wake to on this fine, frozen, late December morning is the sight of fascinating little fluffs of snow, falling from the cloudy, blue sky. It's mesmerizing to watch the snow. I like to see more and more just fall on the ground and make piles. In the past couple weeks, it's been a great delight of mine. I love to just read a good book, or work on my assignments, while glancing out my window to see the charming, pure blankets.

Although I prefer to watch the snow from inside, I've gone out of course, for my classes and work. But at least I don't have to walk any longer. Eli has been taking me every morning to NYU on that motorcycle. The nice butterfly tattooed man is allowing him to borrow it, due to Eli advertising his business. That was the extra part time job Eli was telling me about. He's not getting paid any real, or good amount, but hey, at least we've got a way of transportation.

Yawning, I pick Robert up from my lap and place him down on the cold floor. As do I get up from my bed. It's freezing! I'm wearing thick clothing and I'm still cold to the bone!

Slowly, I got to my closet and retrieve a pair of dark baggy jeans and a thick, sun yellow, wool sweater. It's baggy and comfortable, like anything else in my closet. I also grab my other clothing necessities, like some furry white socks, and make my way to the restroom. After I've finished dressing, brushing my hair and teeth, I quickly put my hair in usual braids and walk towards the kitchen.

It's quiet because Eli left earlier this morning to help Jay, aka the butterfly man, with some stuff at his motor shop. Not going to lie, it feels kind of lonely without him here, and that's a quite unusual feeling for me to experience.

Not feeling really hungry, I grab a shiny red apple, and seat myself down at our little table with my lap top, finishing up this week's assignment.

Since my grades have gone down due to a lot happening in my life, I've been trying my best to catch up. Which I of course have, thankfully. It feels like things have finally calmed down in my life.

I randomly speak with my father, and of course it's awkward and tense, but it's a start. I don't trust him yet, but I do want to make an effort. I want him to be a part of my life. There are many people who don't have that opportunity, so I want to take the chance.

And with Eli? Well things have been better between us than they've ever been. We're never awkward, and we never seem to fight anymore. We've seemed to have made a connection, and have somehow become quite close. Which I enjoy. I really like it when we have our break at the cafe, and we just sit and talk outside in the cold. I also really like how we walk home together, listening to music.

I really like him.

"Ugh. Don't you see this is bad?!"

How so? I like him, and there's no drama, no fighting, no people bothering us. Even when Lucy stopped by at the cafe a few days ago, I didn't get super uncomfortable. We're just fine.