Not realizing how loud I really am.. Well lets just say the whole airport was blankly looking at me as if I were crazy.
I started giggling and rushed out as fast as i could to catch a taxi. As soon as I came out of the airport, there were literally lines of taxies lined up. I took the first one i got to.
"Where can I take you?" The driver asked in the deepest voice. It was a bit odd to hear such a big voice coming from little man.
"This address please" I show him on my phone.
"Nice accent, where are you from?" Why do you care? Can't you just drive me already?!
"Manchester, England" I say quickly.. I want to get to my new flat already..!
"Nice, nice!" He says. After that he didn't say a word..15 minutes of a ride and not a single word.
"There you go lady." He said as we pulled up by this giant building that looks very similar to a hotel.
"Thank you so much!" I payed him quickly and grabbed all my suitcases. I'm here. In New York... All on my own.
As I enter this fancy looking building, i can hear someone yelling and cussing... What the hell is going on..?
There is a teenage boy with green hair screaming at the from desk.. I'm a peaceful person so what the hell do I do? I rush right in front of him and try to calm him down even though it's really non of my damn business and I'm so tired I just want to get the keys to my flat so i can get some rest... But no Eleanor has to try to calm the green haired Emo from the 90's looking boy.
"NO GIVE ME THE GOD DAMN KEYS NOW I NEED THEM HARRY COULD BE IN DANGER" He yells at the front desk.
"What's going on?!" I say as calm as i can possibly be.
"My friend Harry.. He.. He's being drinking a lot and I'm worried about him.. I called him 11 times today and he hasn't picked up once.. I .. I texted him and he hasn't responded..! I KNOCKED AND ALMOST BROKE THE DAMN DOOR... I know he's in there.. Please do something" He's so frustrated and almost in tears.
"Where does is live?"
"Apartment 234"
"Okay, I live right next door.. I can try to help you" how am I suppose to help him? What have I gotten myself into.
"Look I just got here from Manchester, England. My parents have talked to the manager on the phone this morning i believe?" I say to the front desk.
"Are you ... Eleanor Jane Calder.?" The small guy behind the desk says uncertain and still deathly terrified of the green haired boy standing on my right.
"Yes! Yes, that's me and this is my friend.. And his friend is next door.. Please let us check on him?" I say confused and I don't even know what I'm saying... Green haired boy? My friend?
"I can give you your keys ma'am but ..."
"HE'S IN GOD DAMN DANGER WHAT CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND" He cuts him off.
"Fine.. Fine.. I will unlock the door though.." He says still terrified.
"LET'S GO YOU LITTLE JERK" He's still screaming..Dude calm your shit the man just told you that we will see your friend... Damn.
As we take the lift the green haired boy 's face turns red with frustration. I could swear to you that he is planing on taking Mark's life.. Mark? Is that his name..? Well that was it says on his name tag at least.
The lift stops and green haired boy runs out as fast as we can and we followed. "It's this one" he's holding onto the door knob.
"OPEN IT NOW" I began to yell and this issue does not even concern me.
Mark is shaking as he opens it. The apartment is gorgeous.. So vintage like. The kitchen is on the left as soon as you open the door. It's all black and white marble. As we go further the living room is right across the kitchen with very fancy sofas.
"This way" I hear.
Mark is still outside.
"Help me pick him up" Harry? Is that was his name was..? He has such a long body..Long legs, big hands.. He's laying on the floor with liquor spit all over him.
Holding a cigarette with one hand and the liquor glass bottle with another. His flannel was wide open where I can see a huge butterfly tattoo on his stomach and two birds on his chest. His hair is long, pulled back with what seems to be a ripped sleeve from a different flannel.. but that's not the only this thing that was ripped.. his long black skinny jeans were as well, giant holes right next to his knees. His boots are touching my feet.. They are so worn out.. Kinda like my old shit Converse.
Green haired boy is still trying to pull him up on the sofa.
I try my best to help. I grabbed his legs and acted as if I was really helping. Ha. Green haired boy was doing it all.. What a strong punk he is I laugh to myself.
"May I ask what happened..?" I'm curious.
"Gemma.. No... God no" Harry starts crying.
