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Dear you,
I look at you and every feeling i once felt for you comes flowing back. Even the worst times feel like the best times compared to this new feeling now.
Love always,
I wake up to the obnoxious sound of beeping. Not the joyous or happy beeping but the annoying constant one from my alarm clock. I spent the majority of my night consumed in thoughts of today, the anxiety nearly eating away the sleep I was supposed to indulge in. Today is a new start; a new chapter in a book of my life that stopped me from analyzing every page to just..living. I moved to Los Angeles to find myself and today was the start of that.
I shouldn't be as excited to work as a server, but I am. Something about finally getting a decent paying job and an apartment made me feel like I am actually living in L.A and not just wandering. I have a place to be, a place to live, and boy did I love this city.
I've always dreamed of moving to this city ever since I could remember. After highschool I focused on saving money and finally after 4 years I saved enough to buy a one way plane ticket and first months rent on this dumpy little apartment in Hollywood. So I packed up and left. Mom was sad, dad wasn't around and my sister? Well she was just glad I was actually doing something with my life. She tended to be the bossier one out of us three girls and I swear somethimes she was my mom and not my older sister.
With still some money left over, after binging on new clothes and discovering expensive new places to eat, I had one last thing to save for; a car. For now taking the bus wasn't bad, but I think the homeless man calling me Judy and the man with the cane poking me can get a little old. A car was a necessity in L.A and without it how was I supposed to see the glorious lights of the city after dark? Or cruise down Hollywood Blvd and see all the tourists and strangers in costumes and all their glorious attempts for money? I lived for adventure and without a car I simply wouldn't get all the adventures L.A holds.
The first day of a new job is always the worst day in my opinion. Every one of the regular workers glared at me and mumbled numerous whispers about how I was the new girl and how I'd probably get fired in a month. The young bartender was increasingly staring at me as I moved towards the bar with my first drink order.
"Rootbeer, Budlight, and a lemonade." I said carefully, not entirely sure how this whole order thing was supposed to go.
He looked at me for a second and smiled," What no please or thank you? C'mon new girl."
I knew by the slight smirk on his face that he was only teasing but I'm sure if it was anybody else asking he wouldn't be so nice.
"Im sorry this is so-"
"New?" he interrupted, green eyes smiling into mine.
I laugh lightly,"Yes. I'm sorry."
"It's fine just for future references ask-"
"New girl no socializing during work hours! What are you doing?" Steve, the ever so nosy and quite rude, server interrupts my conversation with this young bartender.
I glance back at the two boys looking as if they were in a silent eye war. With the green eyed one glaring deeply and towering over Steve it was my guess he was winning this war.
For a Thursday night the small bar and grill was utterly packed with middle aged men in suits and families with pre teens prasing their iPhones for saving them a conversation with their curious parents. Besides spilling water on a girl's shoes the night went smoothly and in no time I was configuring out the bus I needed to take home.
Home. L.A was now home to me and I don't think I'll ever get used to saying that.
"New girl!" I hear my apparant name being called in the distance.
I whip my head around to see a familiar face and hold open the door for him to catch up.
"Is that my name from now on?" I chuckle and turn around to continue on with my walking.
"Well for now. You see we all like to pick on the new workers. It's sort of like a tradition." He smiles brightly for the first time and I stare in awe at how beautiful his smile is.
"I can tell." I roll my eyes playfully and smile back at this brown haired boy with no name.
'What's your name anyways?" he questions and jogs up to reach my level.
"Raelyn. Yours?"
"Harry." he smiles again and I can't help but wish he'd never stop.
The clacking of my heels makes it apparant that there was nothing more really to say so we just walked in silence.
"Alright this is me. Um nice to meet you." I say awkwardly and reach out my hand for a friendly shake.
"You're taking the bus? You want a ride? Where do you live?" He says glancing back and forth to me and the lonely bus stop that awaits me.
"I live around Sunset and Vine. Don't be ridiculious I barely know you! I dont take rides from strangers either." I chuckle.
"Well I'm not a stranger. We work together and know each others names, I say that's more than you will know from anyone on that bus. They're all strangers in there you know."
"Well there's burger Bill who offers me a burger everytime I sit by him.." I laugh.
"C'mon let me drive you home you're practically on the way"
I hestitate for a couple seconds debating on whether I can trust this Harry guy. He seems like a nice guy who wouldn't touch a hair on my head but my innerself tells me I've watched way too many Law and Order episodes to know never to take rides from strangers.
"I'm not a weirdo or a killer or whatever it's just me helping a friend get out of a sketchy bus ride at this time of night."
Oh what the hell. Maybe this was the adventure I've been waiting for.
"Sure" I finally answer his request and follow him as we make our way to his car.
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