The City // l.h

☨TUESDAY☨

One thing I'll miss most about New York is how astonishing the city's lights looked in the dark night. The way the luminous lights glow against the black void just amazes me in ways that couldn't be explained. Also the aspect of the lights hitting the thick fog, and creating an almost halo like barrier around the towering buildings suppressed all my other thoughts and emotions floating around my mind. I was more pleased with the night life of the city rather than the day. But that would all go away as soon as all of my families belongings were crammed into an insignificant cardboard box. I'm not saying that Sydney isn't an alluring city, but when I Googled pictures of city the feeling wasn't the same.

Anyways, I have been waiting for this day to come but dreading it as well. "Come on Emily! It's almost 6:30!" My brother's voice breaks me from my deep abyss of thought. "Alright Zach! I'm coming!" I yell as loud as I possibly can, causing my voice to crack slightly. I finish getting all my little things ready in a small backpack and head towards the door of my room. Just before I leave my barren room, I turn and look into the clean walls stripped of my posters, the parts of the carpet that are set in, and the little, but noticeable dent in the wall from when I threw a textbook out of frustration. "Goodbye, to the room I've stayed the longest in. Goodbye to the room of many memories." I let out a sigh and slowly step toward the stairs.

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Of course the plane ride was boring, sitting in a big metal box, soaring thousands of feet in the air for more than ten hours would lull anybody to sleep. At least the welcome home was nice. The people couldn't be any nicer, they came and helped us unload our moving boxes, some of the mothers (I'm assuming) brought over homemade meals and desserts. I was actually looking foward to go and make new friends. But I know better than to get attached to people I meet, because I know I'm just going to have to say goodbye one day or another.

"Hey dad!" I yell over the loud music and laughter. "I'm going to go and put these brownies in the fridge!" I take whatever noise as a yes and turn back to the new house, which was nice enough to come with the essential living appliances. Like a fridge, washing machine, dryer, oven, ect.

I walk threw the large glass doors into the still to be furnished living room and then left to the kitchen, where I see a blonde quiff peeking out from the fridge. "Here Zach, hold these bro-" Woah. "Are you talking to me?" I stood there like an idiot, babbling. "Here let me help you." SPEAK Emily! "Y-y-yeah. Thanks." His bold figure towering over me. His large, soft hands pulling the fragile tray from my little ones. Fingertips delicately brushing mine, making my knees go weak. "My name's Luke Hemmings, what's yours?" "Mine? Emily Hem- I, I mean Emily Tate. Yeah Tate." Nice going me.

A small smirk spreads across his beautifully defined face, causing my knees to fail altogether so I slam my palms into the counter of the island tightening my grip so I won't fall. "So, Tate. Where ya from?" "New York City." That's correct right? "In the states? Wow, and you came all this way to Sydney. Well I hope you have a wonderful time here, oh! Give me your phone." "Why?" I say pulling the wanted object from my pocket. He stares at it for a second but then turns it to me. "Pass code please." I unlock it and he moves his long fingers quickly across the screen with his tongue slightly sticking out from in between his teeth. "There you go." He says with the same small smile handing my phone back to me. I look at the home screen dumbfounded as he whips out his phone.

"What did y-" I get interrupted by a small ding coming from my hands. The screen reads 'Message from Your favorite aussie ;) : Hi neighbor, text me if you need a friend.' A wild smile stretches on my face from ear to ear and I look up, but he was gone.