is there somewhere

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°☆ 01; SUBWAYS &STRANGERS ☆°
ー calum

the new york subway station at a time of ten oh four was a pretty vacant scene excluding the few people scattered here and there, most of them homeless. Calum waited for the ten forty five train rather patiently by drowning himself out with a sylvan esso song while skimming a newspaper at the same time. Calum always had been a great multitasker.

While the tall lanky boy gazed the writers column, he barley noticed the thin girl with a messy fit of dirty carmel coloured hair who was sitting only a mere couple of inches away from him. He took a second look trying to be nonchalant about it. He hadn't remembered her sitting there before and he really hadn't remembered her arriving there while he had been sitting down.

She wore a fuzzy coat and a knit olive green beanie. Calum didn't know why but he just looked at her for a good long while. He enjoyed watching beautiful people. New York City held a lot of those. He watched as the girl was pretty much curled up on the subway bench as if she were on a leather couch, reading a rather aged book. She seemed so focused on it and her eyes were so fixed on the pages there was no way she could have noticed Calum watching.

Finally, she placed the book to her side and stared out at the tracks. Calum had lost interest in the mystery girl and trained his attention back on whatever inspiring indie song that was playing while the girl sat and did perpetually nothing. A good ten minutes passed and it was as if the two had forgotten one another's presence. That was until the girl spoke. "You don't have a lighter do you," she asked cooly in a refined British accent.

Calum was a bit caught up in the soothingness of her voice to answer right away but eventually shook his head. Calum didn't smoke. And quite frankly he disliked girls who did as well. But then he remembered visiting his dear sister Mali only a few days ago and having brought her favourite candle and a lighter with, which he had never taken out of his backpack. So he whipped his bag off his shoulders and pulled out a green lighter.

He trust it out into the girls face before welcoming the flame. She stuck a cigarette between her teeth and leaned in so Cal could light it. He focused carefully on the burning flame making sure it would go perfectly intact with the girls cig for he feared somehow accidentally burning her as he was such a klutz. Luckily he managed to light it without doing any harm. The girl nodded in thanks and returned her composure. Calum wanted her to say something. Anything really.

And if this were a lusty romance novel she would have and the two of them would stare deeply into each other's eyes and claim that despite being complete and total strangers they felt some sort of connection and would exchange number and flirt with one another making the other giggle in captiveness. But this was not so instead they both just slummed back in their seats and watched the dead tracks; only the coughs of the homeless and New York traffic filling the silence.

You know most aesthetic writers and thinkers may have paged the situation of undeniable raw silence as awkward but really it wasn't. It wasn't because on a daily basis one human was placed next to another whom they had never seen before and were forced to sit/stand/whatever the may be doing, in complete quiet next to that very stranger. Truly to make things awkward there has to be some sort of chemistry between the beings.

But this mystery girl sitting not very close but close enough to Calum really meant nothing to the boy. People have this fascination with love and thinking and just everything really. I mean it is so typical yet highly unlikely that two beautiful people meet out of the blue and then exchange numbers and then fall madly and deeply in love and live year and years with this epic love story to tell generations after another. But New York City was not a place for finding love.

It was a place for finding yourself. And Calum knew himself. He knew that every morning he would wake up at seven a.m., and then he would make himself coffee and then he would explore the city or do whatever. Calum didn't want to live or be another cliché or typical thing. He wanted to simply be. And as Calum thought deeply about his whole purpose and clichés and what not, he watched the girl get up and leave and expected to never see her again because there was a sea of fresh new faces around every corner and truthfully that was that.

But for the first time in maybe forever, Calum was wrong.

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(( this chapter was really random i dont even know how to describe it. i mean basically it's just a intro setting the mood ok. i dont want this to be a typical story and i dont want it to be rushed into things so just stay w me while i get a few fillers posted before we get to the good stuff. i actually have really high hopes for this story !! oh and suki waterhouse plays suki,, i just didn't want to change the first name because i love it hahah. ))

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