I'm back! Yeah, yeah, I know you probably don't care. Anyway, for the readers who don't know what I mean, I posted a story on Good Luck Charlie called, 'Lemonade Mouth!' Creative name huh? Anyway, I decided I wanted to write another story and I hope you like this one.
I know you readers told me to post 'Lemonade Mouth!' onto here, but I don't know how unfortunately. So, if you would be too kind to review it or whatever to tell me, I'd appreciate it. But, other than that, I posted this story on here to entertain you and I cross my fingers and toes you do.
Sigh, I don't own any part of Lemonade Mouth... Frown...
Hope you enjoy-
Olivia White strutted down the filthy, run down sidewalk of New York City. The cold air brushing her blond curls out her face, and Olivia took note she should thank her room mate for convincing her to wear her fur coat. Her leather black boots clacked under the cracked concrete as she cursed under her cold breath for taking the rejected side of town.
Her dentist moved side's of town and she had to have her teeth get whitened by this afternoon. It was a good mile away from where her petty body was walking to where she needed to be at, and she desperately needed a taxi cab. She smiled once she spotted the lonely, yellow, small vehicle sitting in traffic closest towards the sidewalk.
Casually, yet greedily, she quickly walked towards the empty cab, taking hold of the handle and soon enough opening the warm car door.
"I'm so sorry ma'am, but I think I received this cab before you did," a man's voice cut her off guard as she was just about to slide in the uncomfortable car. She looked above the yellow hood, and spotted a man.
He, like her, was grabbing hold of the yellow cab's door. His red, ginger, tomato like hair was shagged but usual in New York City. He wore a black suit with a matching black tie. She blinked, he was obviously new to New York. She concluded quickly for a second he was from out of town. Certainly, because city folk was never this polite; especially not directed towards situation like this.
"I'm sorry, sir," she stretched out the greeting. No one has called her ma'am except her manager, Rob. And he was not all that polite as this man. "But I received this cab first. I have a very important place to be right now, and I do not need another thing slowing me down." She put on a fake, now pearly white, sarcastic, smile as she fully opened the cab door that was cracked open, as she slid inside and placed her wallet close to her lap.
She sighed, "1500 Broadway street. It's a big skyscraper, you can't miss it," she orders as she leaned back on the leather, squeaky seats and closed her eyes. The taxi driver didn't respond, only a small grunt in disgust. She just hoped the traffic would clear for her to make it to her show on time.
Seconds later, the sound of the door opening and the cold air hitting her skin made her jerk her eyes open and look towards the source. Their sat the man she was just in conflict with. He placed his briefcase beside him and leaned forwards towards the taxi man's seat.
"8145 Lancaster drive, please?" Her says. Olivia sighs at his politeness once again showing.
"Excuse me sir," Olivia spat. He looked at her and smiled, leaning back on the seat. "You have the audacity to come in here? I received this car before you did now I suggest walking or grabbing another."
Another sigh filled the cab. She was extra crabby that day and was taking it out on this stranger she grew to dislike every time he spoke. It wasn't like her, yelling at men and ordering them around. She was three months pregnant. Her stomach was slightly forming a baby bump, and she did have all the signs of being three months pregnant.
Being anxious about the health of the baby and mostly mood swings. "I'm sorry but I'm in a hurry and I need to get to a meeting-"
"I am in a hurry too, sir. I have you know I have a Broadway production tonight and in five minutes I have a very important rehearsal to attend. This show will put me on top."
"A what?" He asks, his head slightly cocked to the right as his brows were furred in.
She looked at him and blinked. What was it about this man that made her blood boil? For starters he didn't know about Broadway. Certainly not from New York she concluded. "Broadway?" She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. He was certainly stressing her. "Don't tell me you never heard of Broadway?"
"I haven't," his voice greeted her ears. Her eyes snapped open and she shifted in her seat to clearly face him.
"Wicked? Mamma Mia? Curtains, Marry Poppins, The Phantom of the Oprah?" He shook his head no. Another small gasp escaped her lips. "You obviously ave no respect for the musical theater of the arts, do you?" He just shrugged, "I have a Broadway show tonight. I'm playing Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Certainly you heard of that classic Disney show haven't you?"
"Look, I just want to go to my meeting-"
"Both of ya, shut the hell up!" A scratchy voice interrupted the two young adults rant. The two, both flabbergasted at the incident turned their heads towards the front of the cab. A man in a black baseball cap sat in the passenger seat with a small gun in his right hand, pointed towards the man in the drivers seat.
"Or I swear to God I'll kill both of ya, and you both won't go to your god for sakin' meetin' or damn Broadway show. 'Cause God knows I aint takin' ya. Get the hell out or I'll shoot ya." He added, his face in disgust.
Olivia felt her heart fall. It wasn't like it was everyday a man in a taxi cab pointed a pistol to a man's head. And certainly not meeting a man who is far to nice yet rude at the same time. She felt her vision blank. Did she get shoot? Did she pass out? All she heard was the car door opening, and several shots ring out. The hearing of screams soon after and she wasn't quite sure if it was her own screams. The feeling of her wrist being pulled tightly frightened her.
Soon enough she shook out her blackened vision and noticed herself running. The ginger she was in conflict at was pulling her wrist, and she was very confused. Looking behind her shoulder she spotted several men, that looked similar to the man in the taxi cab, stood with guns in their hands.
People screamed as more shoots rang out, and she was certain one of them was her own. Turning her head back ahead, she spotted a elderly women lying beside her. A pool of red surrounded her body, as she looked straight ahead. Her body hadn't any motion. And Olivia knew too well she was dead.
As she ran for her life, being pulled by the man she grew to hate, she couldn't help but why? Why was the man she was too rude to helping her? Why was he helping her when she told him to go away and leave her alone?
As they ran, about two blocks away, he let go of her wrist as they stopped next to the bus stop. Olivia bent down, her knees bent as she placed her hands on them, trying to catch her breath. She placed her hand on her stomach, and stood straight, facing the man who saved her life. But still, she had the erg of dislike towards him.
"I do not like to be man handled." She spat, placing both hands on her baby stomach. As he saved her from a bloody, painful grave, she still had a ting of disrespect towards him, and he didn't seem too warming up towards her himself by the looks of it.
The ginger, who was now looking around the city, turned to her with a confused look. "News flash, honey: we where almost man bait."
"I knew you weren't from New York. You're from the West aren't you? People in New York don't say things like that. And who were those people? Why were they trying to kill us?" She asked, trying to catch her breath.
"I don't know. But, where is the nearest police station? We need to report this, as if they don't already know."
She breathed in heavily, "The nearest police station is about a mile from here." She began to shudder. What if she had gotten killed? What if this man didn't get into the cab with her and left as she ordered towards another? She could have very much gotten shot, her baby and herself would not live.
"Let's go then," once again, he took her wrist but she didn't move. She was too in awe. If this man hadn't pulled her aggressively out the cab she would've stayed behind, left to get shot and die. The ginger pulled on her wrist and looked back. Desperate and confused.
"Hello?" He asked all too rudely, and she knew he was warming up to New York already, even if the temperature was below freezing. "We need to report this." She looked at him and swallowed, and hesitantly nodded.
She needed to trust this man, and even if she didn't warm up to him, she needed to soon. "What's your name?"
He turned to her and a, 'are you serious?' look was written on his facial features and she knew he thought she was crazy but she needed to know. He did save her life. "Wha-?"
"I'm Olivia White-" she was cut off by yet another gun shot and more screams though they were distant, she still flinched.
"Ugh," he looked to the distance where they ran from and looked back towards her. "Wen Griffin. Now let's go," he orders. She rolled her eyes.
"I was only trying to be nice," she mutters, but loud enough so he can hear. Without any response he takes hold of her wrist once more, and the two once again run down the streets of New York.
There you have it. I thought about it hard, I got a lot of positive feedback from my readers and I wanted to write another story but a future fic. I really hope you like it, tell me in a review please!
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