Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

III - "You can't fix what's ugly."

Nice eyes.

I packed some clothes in my blue backpack and went for a quick shower just to relieve myself.

The hot water dripping on me, and my muscles relaxing to the sweet sound.

My thoughts floated back to last night's encounter with the strange curly guy..

Until the last person I wanted to see broke the silence.

"Demi?" The main door of my house closed.

I flashed my eyes open and turned to reality.

"Are you there?" The voice spoke again. It was clearly my mom.

Well nice time to come home.

I finished my make up and went downstairs to get something for breakfast. I saw my mom eating pancakes all to herself, like no one else existed in the house. She gave me a confused look.

"Have you gained weight?" she asked ironically, a laugh hiding behind her smile.

I didn't respond and grabbed an apple. I put some packed food in my backpack and I was ready to go. I didn't reply and just zipped up my bag.

"Where are you going, Lovato?" she asked again.

"Somewhere people like you are just a bad memory." I finally spoke, anger flushing in my veins.

"Are you on drugs?" She grabbed my arm before I could go anywhere.

"No. And don't you dare touching me again." I said pushing her away.

"What's up with you? I don't understand you anymore! Your hair, your heavy make up, your clothes... You look like a prostitute."

I mentally slapped her.

"My hair is just dyed. I didn't know foundation and eyeliner were heavy make up compared to your dripping eye shadow over there.  And my clothes? Oh, so wearing leggings and over sized t shirts makes you look like a slut? Nice one mum. Really funny." I rolled my eyes.

She shook her head.

"You can't fix what's ugly, my dear."

"What's ugly?" I asked.

She was seriously fucking with me now.

"Your face." she laughed and I almost gasped.

I calmed myself before I could do something wrong, like slap her in the damn face for all the days like this.

"Best Mom Award goes to you." I said in a pathetic tone and made my way to the shoe closet. 

"Oh really!" she clapped her hands in a strange excitement.. "So nice!"

"Danny is coming over for dinner."

"Who's Danny? Your new bed-mate?" I asked, putting on my shoes.

"I want you to meet him." She spoke ignoring what I just said.

"You have a big life expectations, mother." I laughed to myself. Was she really expecting me to do that? Meet whoever her new boyfriend was? No.

"Dinner is at eight. I want you to be there." She continued.

Can this woman ever listen to what I say?

"I won't be there, don't worry. Have a horrible day." I greeted her and shut the door behind me.

Marc's house was really far, but it was better to me. I really wanted to take a long walk to calm myself from the stupid conversation I just had.

New York hadn't yet met March's sunshine, it was still very cold. The sky was grey and black birds flied through in unique shapes.

The skyscrapers were so astonishingly tall and eye-catching. The buildings possessed the most beautiful architecture I had ever seen in my lifetime. I thought to myself, there are so many buildings here; I find it hard to believe that man is capable of putting them up.

The ever changing smells of Time Square amaze me. I take a few short strides along the side walk and the smells of freshly cooked shish'ka'bobs being sold by a street vendor fills the air with a sweet fragrance of bar-b-qu chicken . Suddenly, after a few more strides along the same wide stretch of sidewalk packed full of tourist, vendors and street performers, the air is now full of the smell of roasted peanuts, almonds, and cashews.

My stomach whined, I ate only one apple after all.

NYC  is definitely a BUSY city. No matter where I go, I can see confusion that never seems to end. There seems to be an endless amount of cars flowing through the streets and honking their monotone horns. Some of the vehicles are large trucks that seem to add the never-ending noise generated by rest of the things around me. Everyone seems to be in a hurry, not worrying about anything going on around them.

Shivering, I wore my cardigan and wrapped it tight around my body. And right after, it started to rain.

Perfect.

I passed by some fancy shops in the city, just window looking, because buying wasn't that cheap.

Just before my attention was again on food, a black Range Rover stopped in front of the so-not-famous YSL shop. A couple of girls that were walking by, gazed at the car and ran to its doors.

A silver haired woman came out and after her, a tall muscular guy with tattoos.

Probably some celebrities.

I continued my routine, thinking about buying something at Starbucks before I went to Marc's.

"Harry!" a girl yelled. "Please, a picture!"

I saw the tall guy turn around to take the picture. Holy Jesus. It was him.

The guy I met last night was him.  So he's famous? I kept walking, I was probably the only human in the boulevard who wasn't around him. People kept pushing towards, I could tell he was about to suffocate. For one moment, he turned at me. His green eyes met with mine, but I kept my gaze. He shot me a smile before heading inside the shop.

My eyes flew wide open so I just looked down to hide my blush.