Hi everyone! I wrote this pretty fast so please be nice. Anyways, hope you enjoy the story!
"Hey, you with the cowboy hat. Yes you, Ranger Rick, wanna help me out?"
Lucas turned his head at the sound of a voice filling the previously empty corridor. His eyes adjusted to the light, and honestly, he thought he saw an angel. A woman stood right behind him, her blonde hair tangled around her arms as she struggled to balance two pizza boxes, a plastic bag hooked around her bicep, and keys that seemed to be refusing to go into the lock. She glanced at him again, her blue eyes meeting his in an annoyed fashion.
"Oops, sorry about that. Lemme just-" Lucas gently maneuvered around the girl and took the two pizza boxes from her small arms. She sighed with relief or maybe exhaustion and proceeded to click the key into the lock. Lucas looked down at the boxes and almost felt sorry that he couldn't eat any of it. His drive from Texas had been exhausting, especially since a table and an ironing board was shoved against him the whole drive up. Finally, the girl managed to unlock the door and used her foot to push it open all the while grabbing the boxes from Lucas's sweaty hands. The blonde beauty was too involved with trying to keep her door open to notice the subtle way Lucas wiped his hands on his torn jeans.
"So is that all ma'am?" He winced as the girl smirked and shifted her eyes towards him. Lucas hated the fact that his Texas accent was so pronounced. It's not his fault that Pappy Joe had begged him to stay at the farm for two whole years. If it wasn't for that, Lucas would probably still be in Med school, studying to be a vet. Oh well, I did what I did and I can't change that.
Her voice distracted him from his thoughts. "Nah, I think that's it." She paused and looked around, almost as if she hoped someone would walk up the stairs that laid to the left of their apartments to ease their conversation into nothingness.
"So… Do you like live here now?" She had to physically strain her head up to meet his eye level. Lucas was almost about to bend his knees to meet her eye level as a joke but he knew they weren't that close. "Yeah, I live in that apartment right there," he said as he gestured to the wooden door with the number 25 printed on it behind the pair. "I just got here this morning."
Now the girl was intrigued. "Oh, got here from where? I'm guessing down south, since y'know." She gestured absently at the cowboy hat resting atop Lucas's head. He removed it and tucked it underneath his arm, blushing slightly. Damm you Zay for thinking that wearing these hats would make people like us more. Zay was Lucas's best friend who moved to New York with Lucas. They were supposed to share the apartment but Zay had changed his mind at the last minute, leaving Lucas with an apartment and no couch.
"Actually you're pretty spot on. I'm from Texas. Just moved here today. Never even been to New York before now." The girl's face expression was enough to get him to stop talking. She appeared dumbfounded and her mouth was open so wide that Lucas's mother would immediately shoo the imaginary flies away if she had seen the girl's face.
"Are you serious? Never? Dude, I grew up here and let me tell you what my opinion of the big apple is: it's the best." A smile spread across her pale face and her eyes warmed up with whatever she was thinking about. She returned to earth a few moments after however and simply stood there with her arms folded across her chest, shaking that blonde head full of hair at him. Lucas plastered a genuine smile on his face and before long both of them had inched towards their respective apartments. Both of the young adults turned to open their doors and then turned to face each other to say farewell.
"So, I guess I'll see you around, huh, Ranger Rick? Maybe the next time we meet, you'll be a bit more experienced in this new world." She winked and before Lucas could remember that he still didn't know the girl's name, she slammed the door. Lucas glanced in horror as the window right next to the girl's door started to shake from the aftermath of the door slam. He carefully shut his own door as soon as he was inside and stood with his back towards the door, glancing at all the boxes waiting to be unpacked. Lucas stared at the boxes yet he didn't even take them into account. All he could picture was the girl's blonde locks and her bright blue eyes sparkling up at him.
Maybe New York won't be as bad as I thought.
So I hope you guys liked it. I think this might be a story with many chapters so, in advance, I apologize if I don't update this regularly. Leave comments and reviews below please!