melody mcanderson
we had been sitting on the bench for about an hour now, and we would make little talks; for example how it was like in my old town, what were some books that we liked, etc. i twiddled with my thumbs before he would bring up another topic, because let's face it, i'm the least bit interesting person. and thankfully, he brought up a topic, "why did you leave your town?"
"things weren't the best there, and i really wanted to leave for a long time," i sighed.
"can you tell me?" he asked.
"i was unhappy there. people weren't the best there, same with conditions. i don't want to delve too much into that," i picked up a pebble and threw it into the small pond.
"but, why orlando?"
"isn't disney world the happiest place in the world," i laughed.
"yes, but why did you come here and not anywhere else?"why was michael so determined to know?
"do you like journey?" i asked, hoping that he would kinda understand the ironic reference to don't stop believing.
"i only really know a few songs," he truthfully said.
"sing don't stop believing," i demanded.
"i'm not the best singer, y'know," he chuckled.
"prove it then," i smiled. he then sung the first few lines before blushing. michael resembled a kitten-- which obviously was adorable.
"just a small town girl living in a lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere," i said.
"so, you base your runaway after a popular classic rock song?" michael asked me.
"not really," i chuckled a little and then looked at the time on my phone. "shit, i need somewhere to stay for the night."
"i know a cheap- yet nice motel off of 85th street," michael told me.
"you're serious? how much per night?" i was curious.
"ten dollars, yeah i know," he exaggerated.
"are there any roaches?" i raised an eyebrow.
"ironically- no," he smiled.
"it was nice meeting you, michael," i said and attempted to shake his hand.
"you too, mcanderson," michael chuckled.
"crap, which way to the city?" you could obviously tell that i was new here, whoops.
"uh, that way," he pointed to the street adjacent to us.
"ah, thanks," i smiled and tried my best to jog the way he told me to go. it didn't take that long to get into the city, and haul a taxi over, thankfully. i sat inside the uncomfortable taxi, and peered through the windows of the taxi.here, here!" i shouted as i saw the 10 dollar motel. he pulled into the parking lot and i payed him twenty dollars. "thank you," i mumbled as i kicked open the taxi door.vacant shined in bright letters on the sign of the motel. the motel looked isolated with only two cars in the lot, and five rooms on each floor of the place. after five minutes of roaming the place for the lobby, i finally got my key. on my way to my room, i bumped into michael. "why do i always manage to bump into you, kool aid boy," i laughed
"was that supposed to be an insult?"
he kinda look offended.
"depends how you take it," i chuckled some more and opened my door.
"are you staying at this dumb place?"
"yeah, next door. do you want me to help you with your bags, carmel-y?"
"if you honestly want to."
"pleasure is mine."
