NOTE: Hello everyone! I wanted to let you guys know that this story is one I am writing with a friend. She writes for Amber's POV, and I, Seth's POV. Hope you guys like it, feel free to comment, like, vote, and/or fan me. (:
Chapter One:
The day started out like any other. I was up at five in the morning and quickly dressed for the gym. I walked out of my small apartment and into the brisk fall, New York air. I walked down the street at a swift pace hoping to get down to the gym before the other early risers got there too.
Hi, my name is Amber…Amber Hayes. Actually my official title is Detective Amber Hayes. That’s right I am a detective for the New York Police Department. Also known as the NYPD. I am twenty-eight years old and a graduate from Stanford University. I know what you’re thinking, a graduate from Stanford becoming a cop? Yeah, I know, but Stanford is one of the best schools out there, I had the grades and smarts to get in, so naturally, I wanted to go to the best. So yes I went and graduated from Stanford and then I went on to the Academy to become a cop. Ever since I was little, I always want to be a cop, more specifically a detective. My father was a cop and mark my words he was the most amazing cop there ever was! He had always been my idol growing up, and I’ve always wanted to be like him. Finally, my dreams came true, and here I was, at twenty-eight, a detective for the NYPD. I loved my job despite the hardships and the danger. Honestly, I was kind of a “wild-child” in my teen years and loved being in dangerous spots. So, instead of getting into drugs like lots of my friends from that age, I grew up and became a cop instead, a job that put me in dangerous situations everyday.
As I approached the gym, I breathed a sigh of relief when I found that there was no one else there yet. Another thing about me is that, while I have a small circle of friends at the precinct, I don’t like having people around to watch or judge me, especially while I am working out at the gym. So I went in, scanned my card, greeted the girl behind the desk and handed her a coffee I had picked up for her, before heading into the locker room.
I tossed my things into a locker and headed into the weight room. I set my water bottle and my phone down near the weights and picked up a weight. As I lifted weights and exercised, my thoughts drifted to work and not just work, but mostly my partner…Matt Ryan.
Detective Matthew Ryan was an amazing person. At thirty years old, he had become a cop, worked his way up to a detective and was assigned as my partner about three years ago. At first we had a very awkward partnership but after awhile, we suddenly clicked. Now, I treasured his partnership and his friendship. But that wasn’t the end of Matt’s story. Matt was rich. In fact, he was a best-selling novelist. It was his night job. A job that he loved even more than being a cop. Before I met him, he had already written several novels, almost twenty actually. After he became my partner, he asked for my permission to write one about me. I allowed it and he was now on his second one of that series. He lived in a fancy New York apartment alone with no family. Lots of times he would get lonely and invite me and the two others on our team, Detectives Ramirez and Taylor. The four of us had lots of fun together at Matt’s place, watching movies, playing poker, and just enjoying each other’s company. Those were some of the best nights of my life and I knew that they did Matt a world of good not to be home alone. I always wanted to do something to help Matt be less lonely but I had no idea what! I have racked my brain for hours on how to help him but always came up empty. Finally I pushed these thoughts out of my head and continued to work harder.
“You can’t think about Matt right now, Amber.” I told myself. “And stop calling him Matt! It’s Ryan! Ryan! He calls you Hayes for crying out loud! You’re supposed to be his friend and his partner. It’s Ryan!” I sighed heavily and slammed the weights I was holding back into their holders. Then I leaned against the holdings. “You are so stupid, Amber; Ryan will never care about you the way you do him. He’s a best selling author for crying out loud! You are ridiculous. Why would he ever want you? You? A cop. Just a cop. Not worthy of the affection of a best selling author. So stop dreaming that you will!” I ran my hands through my red-brown hair and pulled it into a messy bun. My thoughts ran wild but I refused to listen to them. Grabbing my phone and my water bottle I made my way over to the punching bags. As I began this part of my work out I worked through all the emotional anger I had inside of me. I was determined not to let my own personal emotions tangle with my day at the job. My job was a hard one but I refused to make it even harder by adding my emotions towards Matt to the thoughts that raced around in my head everyday.
