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十三

february 18th 2013

"hello, how can i help you?" the blonde receptionist smiled politely, waiting for a response from the distracted black haired boy.

"oh! yeah hi, uh, we made a reservation for a george miller? 2 bed suite or—"

"yes, mr. miller, i'll give you your keycards right away,"

once the boys had finally gotten their keys, they made their way to the elevator where they goofed around and finally landed on their floor.

george decided it was time for a change of scenery before he went to college, so he took the offer to travel with his friends to new york and just hang out for a week or something.

he really appreciated brooklyn, not very into the rich life but still in new york city. something about it just felt homey to him— despite the cranky pedestrians and smelly sidewalks— the tall buildings and occasional graffiti felt like they were hugging up, enveloping him in a bubble only he could see and feel.

the three 20 or so year olds made their ways into the suite where they explored and assigned each other sleeping areas.

george in one of the rooms with a bed, nil in the other while keith occupied one of the couches. they didn't have any particular plans for the trip, george just knew he had to film in brooklyn.

keith had a few legal things to do involving his passport— since he's from the states— whereas the two japanese men were left alone in the suite to lounge and figure things out for themselves.

"yo, let's just walk around the streets and find like, places to film then grab something to eat," george spoke, a cloud of smoke creeping past his lips as he leaned against the metal railing of the balcony.

"sure, na— kinda wanna try a hotdog and see if it tastes any different," nil nodded, chewing away at the complimentary chocolate he got off george's pillow. they were pretty sure the night life there was way better, considering they couldn't think of one thing to do while the sun was still out.

occasionally though, the thought of hitting up his old friend kept parading his mind— but he knew better than to do that to himself. he couldn't deny that he missed her, george just knew that it probably wouldn't have ended up so well if he did look her up.

like, what if it turned out she was married or something? what if she never even went to new york in the first place, why would he set himself up for heartache all over again, years after things ended?

he decided maybe a facebook search wouldn't hurt, but he'd do it when he'd be able to handle whatever outcome occurs from it. most probably when he was to go to sleep. he could sleep away his problems, after all.

that is, until he'd wake up of course.

he hated how he dwelled on the topic of amy, her name feeling so foreign yet like home in his head. it was like she was the one that got away but also, the one who he never wanted to see again. that was a lie he often told himself, though.

she was just very soft grounds for him, a touchy topic as what the boys who knew george for long called it. the girl he's whipped about but won't even admit it. psh, just friends? more like just the girl he's been turning down every other pussy he'd come across for since 2009, sober.

the two finally headed out around 3 o'clock with george's camera, exploring the streets and alleys around the hotel and making sure to film every step just in case they needed to refer later.

the day had spent quick, for before they knew it, keith was back and they were walking out of their suite for a chill night at a bar just around the corner and down their street.