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New York City is beautiful.
Absolutely mesmerizing.
The buildings are so astonishingly tall and eye-catching. As I drive past the city, I feel overwhelmed by the people walking and talking. Everything about this feels so alive. Like I'm in another dimension. Since, it's evening time, the roads are busy with cars, taxi cabs, and lots and lots of people. The playgrounds are full of children. Everyone around is happy. Content.
Hopefully, everything turns out just fine.
My dad and I reach our house at 5. His car pulls up in our driveway and I follow suit. Our house is just a typical house in this neighbourhood, a little secluded, I must say. But it's alright. Less the attention, less is the drama. But I know for a fact that this is the place where all the rich people live. So, naturally we live here too. Perks of having one of the best lawyers in the city as a father. The house is a 2-story one, with off-white and grey walls surrounded by bushes and pine trees. On the left, sits a garage where I spot our boxes lined up by the wall.
The sunlight illuminates the surroundings, bringing with it some kind of warmth that makes me feel like I belong here. Maybe the idea of moving was not so bad after all.
I park my car in the garage, beside my dad's. Whis has been peacefully sleeping for an hour now so I decide to keep the windows open and just step out of the car.
Dad walks up to me, his eyes falling on a sleeping Whis. "Tired from the ride, huh?"
"Yeah. He was bouncing in the car the whole time. Kept hitting his paws on the window for me to open it," I smile sweetly, looking at the little creature. Oh, how much I love him.
"Maybe it's better if I just pick him up while you open up the house?" he questions, jerking his head towards Whis' sleeping figure.
"That would be fine by me. But let me warn you, he gets cranky if you ruin his sleep," I tease him.
"Oh, I wonder where he got that from?" He raises his eyebrow, looking at me with accusation. "I think that's you."
"Please stop irritating me dad and go do what you're supposed to do. Here," I pull my tongue out at him, throwing my car keys in his direction, which he catches swiftly. "Give me the house keys, will ya?"
"They are in my pocket. Wait," He fishes out the keys from the front pocket of his jeans, and throws them at me. "I'll be inside in 5 minutes."
"Also, our stuff is in the garage. The movers didn't have the house keys so, they kept all the boxes and suitcases in the garage. We'll set it all out tomorrow."
Giving him a nod, I strut towards the glass door of the house and open it using the key. I remove my shoes and put them by the side of the wall.
As soon I enter inside, the first thing I notice is that the house screams Daddy got the money baby. Everything feels expensive. Walking down the hallway, I come across the living room. In spite of being newly furnished, the room has a welcoming feeling, almost home like. Everything looks modern and sleek, space wide and open. Sunlight entering through the tall glass windows, illuminates the room. On the wall in front of an L-shaped grey leather couch, an enormous Smart TV is mounted. A glass coffee table is sitting in the middle of the setup. On the right side of the couch is a grey colored bean bag. The wooden floor underneath my feet feels so soft and relaxing. On the right side of the TV, a fireplace is situated, with 2 comfy chairs in the front.
The hallway walls which are off-white in colour, with a few paintings hanging here and there, leads to a staircase. The stairs thump loudly as I run upstairs enthusiastically, excitement coursing through my body.
As soon as I'm at the end of the stairs, my eyes fall upon 2 doors, both on the opposite sides. This means dad will be in the room opposite of mine.
Bummer. I would have to be very, very careful while sneaking out now.
It's not like my dad will say no if I ask him about anything but what's the fun in that? What's the thrill in being a good girl?
Shaking my head slightly at the fact that I got carried away, I spot 2 more doors right by mine and dad's room. They must be the guest room, I think. Or the bathroom. Not wasting any second now, I twist the doorknob to my right and open the door.
A faint smell of polish hits my nose. My eyes almost bulge out of its sockets as soon as I realize the fact that this room is twice the size of my previous room.
The room has a queen sized bed on the extreme right corner along the wall. To it's left, there's a floor to ceiling window. This just keeps getting better and better. The walls are painted a light grey. On the extreme left is a big mirror with a few drawers on the side with a small black feathery vanity chair. To it's left is another door. A bathroom I guess.
Then my eyes fall on the walk I closet. Oh lord. Fuck me now. It's so huge and spacious that I can live here all my life, happily. On a white fur rug, a white lounge chair is placed with a small black coffee table. Surrounding me are numerous shelves, cabinets, empty spaces and a circular mirror. A cute little white bulb hangs above my head, giving the closet an aesthetic feeling.
"Lydia." I hear my dad call for me from the outside.
"In my dream closet, dad," I sigh dreamily.
I hear footsteps getting closer to me, and soon dad appears. "You like it, huh?" He smiles at, and enters inside, taking in his surroundings.
"Like it? I freaking love it!" I exclaim happily, wrapping him up in a tight hug.
His chest vibrates as he chuckles at my excitement, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. "I got this designed especially for you. I know you've always wanted a big and the most beautiful walk in closet, as you like to put it, so I asked the interior designers to do some changes in the initial layout," He gives me a smile, placing a light kiss on the side of my head.
"This is perfect. Thanks dad. I love it. I love you," I whisper, squeezing him tight once, then let go.
He ruffles my hair, just because he knows I don't like it, but I don't say anything this time. "Anything for you kiddo. Now, let's go downstairs. Whiskey has been running around the living room ever since we've entered. Also, I have to feed him."
"Let's go." Together, we reach downstairs to find Whis sitting in front of the fire place looking at the flames flicker. Dad must've lit it up while I was upstairs, fantasizing about my closet. He looks so engrossed that he doesn't even hear us entering the room.
My stomach grumbles loudly, a clear indication that my body needs food. "Dad, do we have something to eat here?"
Dad is sitting next to Whiskey, who is busy gobbling down his food, when he replies, "I don't know honey. Probably not. Raid the kitchen. If Martha has stocked something, then alright. If not, we'll order pizza."
Martha might be the cleaning and the cooking lady dad told me about a few days back. I walk towards the kitchen like a woman on a mission that is, Find Food Immediately, while humming a random song to myself.
I stop when I reach the kitchen. It has the same modern feel as the rest of the house. A bar is situated on the left side with high top bar-stools tucked underneath. Sleek, professionally designed cupboards, granite counters, wooden floor, stainless steel appliances, spotless scrubbed well equipped utensils on the hooks, a double door refrigerator and a dishwasher under the washbasin completes the look.
I walk towards the fridge slowly and open it to find something we can eat. Well, except for eggs, bottled water and cartons of orange and apple juice, there is nothing we can eat. Who even likes apple juice?
I sigh loudly, massaging my forehead with my fingers slowly.
"Dad, do you want eggs?" I shout.
"No." Figured.
"Same." I mutter.
I check out all the cabinets and cupboards, only to find them empty. I guess Martha forgot that we might need food to survive.
I leave the kitchen and head straight to the living room. "Dad, please order a pizza. There's no food in the kitchen, except for eggs, juice and water." I throw myself on the couch lazily. I guess whole day's activities finally catch up to me because, the next thing I know is that I'm out, without having dinner.
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Unfortunately, school starts on Monday, so I only have a day, or should I say, a few hours to prepare myself with the fact that killing is illegal in New York and get things ready. More like dad wants me to get everything ready. It's not like I'm gonna study in school. I'd rather stick a pencil in my eyeball than open a textbook, so most probably, I'll skip classes but my dad doesn't need to know that.
So, here I am, at Target, walking down the aisles, searching for a few essentials. After I am satisfied with the stationery stuff, I head towards the women's hygiene section, looking for tampons, painkiller and a pack of pads. While I'm picking up a pack of pads, I bump into a figure causing the pads to fall from my hands, on the ground. Before I can grab them, a hand sticks down to pick it up.
I look up to meet a pretty face, a boy who looks my age.
He gives me an apologetic smile, his dimples on display. He has brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a birthmark, just above his right brow.
"Sorry I bumped into you. I was just a little distracted." He sticks his hand out to me, the hand which holds the pads. "Here, you dropped this."
Before I can reply, a voice hollers from behind, "Yo dumbfuck, why are you holding a pack of pads in your hand? Did you get your period again?"
I snicker at the new guy's comment.
"Bruce, how many times do I have to tell you that you do not curse loudly in a public place?" The dimpled guy asks, his voice slightly annoyed. "Especially when you know you will get kicked out."
"What the fuck did you just say to me, motherfucker? That I cannot fucking curse? Who the fuck has the audacity to stop me from cursing huh? Motherfucking, useless cunts! They think they can control me. Bastards," Bruce yells, making his way to us, all the while catching the attention of a few people around us. I see a lady, with a little girl giving us stinky eye. She mutters something along the lines of 'disrespectful teenagers' and walks away.
People are so quick to judge. He was just proving a point. There's nothing wrong with that.
Anyway, I turn my attention to the two boys in front of me.
"Hey pretty girl, you new here? I would definitely remember a pretty face like yours!" Bruce remarks, giving me a once over.
Thank God I decided to wear a decent outfit, which is high-waisted jean shorts with a black crop top saying, "Bow to me, you useless humans'.
I roll my eyes at his obvious flirting. "Yes, I'm new here. Moved here yest-"
Before I can finish my sentence, a female voice interrupts me. "Excuse me guys, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." She says. "The havoc that you created was not very much appreciated by the manager and the customers."
"But we didn't do anything, miss," Bruce mutters, rolling his eyes in her direction.
"Sir, cursing in front of kids is not a good behaviour. And it's not accepted by anyone, so please do us a favour and leave."
Bruce whispers something in the dimpled guy's ears and then he looks in my direction. He steps towards me, bringing his mouth closer to my ear and whispers, "I have 4 cans of beer on me right now. Two of them in my pocket and two in my hands, but I forgot my wallet. So, on the count of three, we have to run. Okay?"
Immediately, I say yes. Who says no to trouble?
"Please leave right away." The woman insists again, this time a little less polite and a little more annoyed.
Ignoring her, Bruce starts counting. "One....two....."
The lady looks at us, confused.
As soon as he says three, the three of us sprint towards the exit as fast as possible. The lady shouts at us from behind but we continue running. I hear the shrill voice of the alarm ringing in the background, but we don't care and just sprint out as fast as possible. When we are a little far away from the store, we stop to catch our breath.
All three of us look at each other and then start laughing like maniacs.
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Thoughts on Bruce and the dimpled guy?