I had gotten no sleep the night before; I awkwardly stayed up listening to the Weeknd waiting until my parents wake up so that I can finally explore New York. I dozed off a few times, but the scent of bacon attracted my nostrils, finally.
"Aren't you going to eat?" asked my Mom as she saw me dressed and heading towards the door.
"I'll get something on my way" I replied as my words faded when I closed the door.
I'm finally free, free of Regina, free of my parents, free of it all. The stores were amazing, the food was amazing, the people were amazing, New York always seemed to be busy and full of life, sort of like night life in the day, if you know what I mean. I was walking down the streets, almost like I was one of them, a New Yorker. I received a text from my friend Kate, who said: "I hope you're having fun! I'm so jelly! Xoxo" I was just half way into typing "Haha, I am." When I suddenly walked into a muscular chest.
"Sorry!" I squealed, with cherry red cheeks.
"Ha, no problem" he said. I realized he had an accent.
We kind of awkwardly stood there, as if it was love at first sight or something.
"Hey, I like your shirt! He's my favorite artist!" He said, referring to my Weeknd shirt.
"OMG! Finally a male who likes Abel" He giggled when I said that in such a shocking voice, it was cute.
"Do you want to go get some coffee and hit the park?" He asked.
My mind was doing backflips right now, a random total hottie, asking me out!
"Sure."
And within those minutes, I had found my self falling in love with this stranger. Only it felt as if he wasn't a stranger, it felt like I knew him for years. His aura and his smile made me swoon. Shit, I'm in love.
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It's All My Fault
Teen FictionJodie, a sixteen year old who lives in a small town finally as a given opportunity to go travel in the big city of New York. Most people have wishes of going there and experiencing the fun, but she doesn't. She doesn't even want to hear her mother...
