City

Light Pink Flowers pt2

"Your brother's best friend." He started to giggle. "He'll beat the shit out of me if he knew something was happening between us."

What type of "My brother's best friend" bullshit...?

I turn around almost heading out of the door before I was stopped by a hug. "I won't tell if you don't." He muttered.

"I had your cologne all over me last night. How did he not notice it?" I questioned.

"I only wear it when I go to work. I work from Monday to Thursday. Cillian doesn't know where I work. He's way too busy to visit after school."

He told me. "Speaking of school. I'll see you later." He kissed my cheek as he walked out of the door. I put my bag down and looked around.

I'm not nosy. A man's home is where you can learn the most about him. More than he'll tell you at least. My dad was dumped by three different girls when they found out he had two kids at home.

On the walls, there were pictures of people. I thought they were his family. I didn't see any of him. I looked around a little more and bored.

I decided to leave the house. Go outside and explore. New York is really pretty. At least it is when you don't see rats as big as your damn head crawling at you.

Seriously, there are big buildings and to me, there's something about that sky. Sometimes it's refreshing. Being away from home, I mean.

I walked up to a really good piece of art. It showed so much emotion. It said something.

"Pretty ain't it." I voice from behind me called. I looked back only to see a girl. She looked like the emo artist type. Oh, New York. So typical and predictable it's annoying. "You're work?" I asked.

She nodded and pulled out a blue sketchbook. She removed a pencil from behind her ear and started drawing something.

"City." I blurted, she looked up from her sketchbook and confused eyes landed on me. "It's my name," I told her. "That's a weird name." She said as she looked back at her sketchbook.

Then she stopped drawing. And held her hand out to me. "Katie." I shook her hand. Katie and I began to talk. She was twenty, working for the company I was going to be working at soon. She told me art was a hobby. A thing she did on the side.

She was great at art, I thought she should do it professionally and she thought otherwise. She told me her family wouldn't really like it if she did art. She had to work for the family business.

We exchanged numbers and planned to hang out sometime soon. I headed back to Phillip's house and when I opened the door, I came into light pink blossoms all over the floor.

The flowers led to the bedroom. He did say it wasn't over. But now I'm having second thoughts.