BROOKLYN CITY-LIGHTS
by lightbluecherryblossoms
It has been raining for weeks now. Heavy, huge raindrops. The streets were full of water and big puddles. Drains were bubbling over with water.
Even right now, as Dan was trying to write an ending to his current story, it was raining. Rain usually reminded him of High School. Not like he admired this period of his life but he loved rain because rain often him write stories like the one which had been published in "The New Yorker". And that was when High School was at its "high".
But right now, these days, he couldn't write. Easy story, actually.
Boy meets Girl, just like Prince meets Princess. Boy and Girl don't realize their missing puzzle pieces but as years go by they feel that they might be friends. Just friends.
Yes, that was Dan Humphrey's newest piece of sudden inspiration. Not a "Humphrey" at all.
He pulled out his phone. " 0 Messages (in)" The reactions were noticeably disappointed.
A sigh, a shake of his curly black-haired head and he put his phone back into his jeans. He turned back to the papers in front of him. Back to the story.
Princess doesn't see it's her Prince, she's friends with, he does. He's ready being with her. Maybe she's scared of admitting her feelings. Or she really just wants to be friends with him.
Dan's biggest problem was the Girl's character. Boy knows so much more about her than other people but he just doesn't get her behavior, her decisions, her actions.
Dan is as helpless with her as the Boy is.
He stood up from is obviously pointless work to take a look at the New york skyline at night. Raindrops pooped against the window as he pressed his nose against it. There was one of his favorite movies on TV that night but he kind of wanted to find a solution for the Boy's problem in his story. As strange as that might seem.
Dan's forehead was resting on the cold pane to cool down his thoughts. Yellow floodlights entered the streets belonging to a taxi. It pulled by and the first thing he saw was a brown umbrella. His interest had woken up.
Usually people don't drive in a taxi to Brooklyn late in a Thursday night. When the rain was pouring. Fewest he expected a person with a Burberry trench coat. He wondered why, Daniel Humphrey, noticed its brand but he had been spending too much time in Manhattan.
The taxi left the street and the street light was hardly spending any light. The head which had been stuck under the umbrella until that moment, looked up the the light bulb.
The Boy would have been a fool if he didn't notice his Princess standing there.
His Princess in Brooklyn in the pouring rain.
She knew he was up there, so she was waiting. For him.
And Dan Humphrey called his own words in his mind.
» You better not let your Princess wait for too long if you want to be her Prince. «
So Dan Humphrey grabbed his black coat and a key, switched of the lights and ran down the stairs to meet the Princess.