Really bitch? Really?

I packed all my stuff and threw it in a suitcase and walked right the fuck out of that house and it felt great.

Now the question roaming in my head is what now?

Where do I go?

I'm literally walking in a place I barely know hoping to get somewhere familiar.

My head finally turns up and I see a park near by. I push the large ass suitcase towards a little bench under the shade of a tree.

Will they even notice that I'm not in that house? Well Elliot maybe, because he wouldnt have anyone to fuck on but Evelyn? Not really.

I mean the bitch couldnt care less. She doesnt give a flying fuck about me and I hate that it bothers me this much. Why cant I just not care the way she does?!

I pull out a joint that had been chilling in my wallet.

Hoping not to get caught, I turn the marijuana on.

A puff of smoke escapes my mouth and immediately I find solace.

I know how wrong that seems and how bad that makes me look, and I know that promised myself that I wouldnt go back to this point in my life but I have to, it's the only way I'll feel — well it's basically the only way I can feel anything.

I feel a presence behind me. Oh shit, it's the weed isnt it?

"I'm sorry,  I'll go." I gather my shit before standing up and turning around to face whoever is about to call the cops on me.

"Why?" Familiar grey eyes are staring at me with genuine confusion.

"Oh it's you. " I reply, my voice laced with disappointment.  I plop back down and continue smoking.

"Is it? I thought it was freaky Friday and I woke up as Chris Brown." He says sarcastically plopping down next to me.

"Can I have some of that?" He asks. I turn to him, starting to feel a kick again.

I hand him the slowly burning away herb.

He pulls the substance in so expertly,  he must've done this before. I dont miss how his storm for eyes relax into the cumulus greys of clouds before a storm right after that puff.

He passes the ashing joint back to me. I mimicked him, allowing myself to let loose and just enjoy the silence.

I've never smoked with anyone before.

"So what's your story kid?" He asks.

"Kid? Who the fuck you calling a kid?" I ask turning to him.

"You. Have you seen how tiny you are?' He asks.

I know that I'm just 5'2 and he's like 6'4 but that's besides the point. I am not tiny!

"What you mean bitch,  I could swallow you whole?"

"I'd love to watch that happen." His deep voice responds and silence blankets us before we look at each other and then burst out in laughter .

It hits me now. I'm talking to him, he's talking to me. Yet it feels like I've known him for the whole of my life.

His phone beeps before he answers it.

I try not to eavesdrop but the short conversation catches my attention.

The person on the other end says something before he responds with a single word.

"Good."

And that's that, he's done.

I didnt miss the authority that his voice held when he uttered the word.

"You want to go grab something to eat? I could use a bite right now." He says suddenly.

"Uh, yea sure I've got a couple of bucks." I tell him. He only smirks in response.

I pull my suitcase closely behind me while I finish the rest of the joint. He seems to be talking but I can barely hear a thing.

It's when he pulls me quickly that reality hits that a car was zooming by and I was walking right into it.

"Fuck, are you okay Mars?" He asks.

"Yea, I'm fiiiiinnee!" I shoo the arm that was on my shoulder.

"Okay, then come on let's head to my cafe before you bump any more cars." He says chuckling.

He leads me to a black Rolls Royce. It looks super luxurious. I could say I'm surprised but he is a First Avenue bitch.

He gets my suitcase in the trunk of the car and helps me in.

"You play music if you want to." He says after a few seconds of silence.

I grab his phone and search my favourite band.

Arctic Monkeys 505 softly streams from his stereo. Painting a small smile on my face.

I really do not feel like I'm in a car with a complete stranger. Instead he feels like he's been in my life since I bat an eyelid.

Oh my gosh, what if we bump into Elliot where ever this dumb fuck is taking me or worse Evelyn. I know she wont hesitate to rat on me if she sees me.

What would they do to him? Can I fight them off him? I mean I dont want him to be hurt because of me, nobody deserves that.

"Cooper, we're here." He says. I barely even noticed that we had been driving.  The entire time my body has been floating.

I realise that he listened through the entire AM album and hasn't said shit about it.

"Where are we?" I dont mean to sound ridiculous but I have no stinking idea where are right now. I does not look familiar at all.

"Wendy's " he responds.

Wendy's? We dont have those kinds of food chains in Greyville.

"We're out of Greyville?"

"Yea, we're in New York. Arent you girls supposed to like Wendy's and stuff like that?" He asks helping me out.

I notice the darkening sky.

Even the air in New York feels good. I want to live here. Not some silly playhouse called Greyville.  I mean how bougie does it get.

He tugs at my arm and walks me into the restaurant.

A young girl is behind the counter staring deep into Reece's eyes.

"What do you want to eat?" He asks.

"I dont really know what they're selling here. Can you order for me?" I whisper the last part so that the girl whose glaring at me doesnt hear.

Like thirst ass bitch, get your eyes off me.

"Uhh, I'll have Dave's triple, with spicy nuggets and a large frosty. And for her a big bacon cheddar double, large frost and fries. " he orders.

"That's be twenty five dollar and forty cents. Would you like anything else?" She asks.

"Yes, could you get that really quick we would love to head home." He responds before pulling me to a near by table.

"Thirsty." He whispers under his breath.