His Accent (Jerome Jarre)

Caiden's POV

The sound of cars zooming by, people

talking and heavy footsteps rings through my ears.

I keep my head down and watch my vans hit the pavement.

I'm still getting used to this. This is just another busy day in New York.

I didn't really know where I was going, I was just taking another useless walk.

My feet trip over a abandoned water bottle and I feel my coffee slip. It splattered over the road.

A woman standing near by looksover and scowls at me.

An unwanted blush comes on to my cheeks as I hurriedly bend down and grab the now empty cup and lid.

"Um I'm sorry" I mumble before getting up and scurrying off

I throw the cup into the nearest garbage can and wipe my sticky hands on my shorts.

Then I fix my backpack and pull a strand of my loose dark brown hair behind my ear.

My eyes scan around the streets looking for a place to go.

For as many places there are in New York, there isn't that much to do after you do everything.

I keep on walking down the long straight street.

My thoughts consist of silly day dreams that I know will never occur.

Like me being on the Ellen show, or me being pretty haha yep.

Well I know that last one defiantly won't happen.

When I pass by yet again another homeless man, I bend down and give him a dollar.

I'm not rich but I can afford to do that to a couple of the homeless people. They have nothing while I have everything I need.

The man looks up at me and his eyes crinkle with happiness.

"Thank you dear" He whispers. I nod and walk away

There's some people I worry about in New York though.Like the rich people pretending to be homeless. Those people really bug me.

My thoughts are interrupted as I see a odd sight up in front of me.

A slim tall man around 20 plays rock paper scissors shoot with a younger girl around 20 also.

He wins and I see him lean toward and kiss her. I stand there and watch as he leaves and goes up to yet another girl.

This time he loses and she outstretches her hand and lightly slaps him. They laugh and he leaves.

Then it happens.

His eye contact reaches me.

I murmur a cuss word to myself and turn around and start walking at a fast pace.

Im not playing a stupid game!

"Hey youuu!" I hear a thick French accent call

I turn around to see the same guy. Now that I can see him up close, I swear I've seen him before. I also notice, he is attractive.

His dirty blonde hair is jelled up and his bright blue eyes are full of happiness.

"Okay I have a game for you!" He smiles a smile that looks like is gonna reach up to his eyebrows

As cheesy as the smile was, I find myself smiling back.

"So if I win Rock Paper Scissors shoot, we kiss. If you win, you slap me as hard as you want!"