Partners In Crime☕︎

#1 Some 'crime's seems to be brewing in New York City.

#1 Some 'crimes' seems to be brewing in New York City.

 The world. It's an intriguing, confusing and scary place.  On this world, live many creatures. That it be from the mammals that walk our earth, or the giants that swim beneath the seas. We could even travel far into the microscopic particles that live within our air, that we breath, and see living creatures.

But you see, the most complex and needful creature, is us. Human beings. The most odd creature of them all. That it be from our words, perceptions, or our just plain out confusing emotions.

Although, I didn't always think this way. I had a blue print on how I saw us humans in a very horrendous way. I use to think we're simple, unfeeling, and exaggerated creatures. Like we weren't very different and that we weren't very important.

But then something's happened.
Or more like someone's.

Someone who has completely and utterly flipped my view and perception of us human beings. And who made me change in many ways.

     "Eli! Get up! Now!" I yell, hearing my voice echo throughout our small apartment complex, as I stay seated at our little table for two. Enjoying a cup of warm coffee to sharpen my senses; continuing to write the last of my report for my English class at NYU.

 My classes have been delightful, due to me zooming through without any problems, and I enjoy every task and report that I'm given. They're very intrigued topics, from the new standard rates of plastic surgery in the past two years, to interviewing a new restaurant that's just opened about three weeks ago. Very exhilarating!

It's been a few very eventful months. Thankfully, I'm going to finishing up my second semester soon; which I am indeed quite enthusiastic about almost being done with my first year of college, but I'm also disconsolate. I'll miss it.

"You're starting your second year in the fall. Jeez."

That is true. Although my freshman year of college here at NYU, will always be a very important and intriguing memory, for myself, and I'm sure many others.

 A small scratch is given at my ankle. I look down to see Robert, my charcoal furred, neon eyed cat. He's grown so much, and has gotten quite fat. Although, that is most definitely not my fault. Eli is the one who feels the need to feed him unnecessary amounts of treats.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, Eli has become more attached to this cat then I have.

   "Eli get up! We're going to be late!" I yell again, walking through our small living room, who's once plain white walls, now hold some bright pictures, a comfy recliner. A new dark wooden coffee table, and a matching bookcase sit nicely in our little room, bringing it all together quite well. That bookcase was a real lifesaver, thankful I can now store about 10.5% of my books.

Eli thought it was a good idea instead of me just having boxes filled with all my treasures stocked up in my room. And, who am I to say no?

  "Eli! Come on! Your exasperating!" I yell, bringing my fist down on his door. Oh and would you look at that? No response!

  Annoyedly, I open his bedroom door up and see that it's still pitch black. Slowly, I walk over to his bed, and to my sights, is the infamous Elijah Adams. With his dark chocolate eyes shut, exposing his long dark lashes, which brush down exposing his cinnamon freckles, that cutely dance along his cheeks. His cherry lips relaxed, and his brown curls playfully reaching out over his forehead and across his white pillow.

I can't help it. I smile.

I smile at this intriguing human being, who's turned my life upside down in more ways than one. It's been over eleven months since I've known him, and six since we've been d-