Hello fellow writers, this is a first for writing a fan fiction for me. So critiques good and bad are welcome. A good cliché never hurt anyone, only helped the lost and lonely hearts. I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. More chapters will follow~
You ever feel like that God is just, ignoring you? When it seems everything that everything that goes wrong can? Late flights, lost money, hearts broken, and dreams faded, I think we all have those days.
Her eyes flutter open as the bright rays of the sun hit her face though the airplane window. A yawn escaping her, she glances to her side seeing her neighbor fast asleep, and she can't help but to smile seeing him with his head back, his mouth slightly open. She shook her head and stretched, looking out and seeing the new city below. New York. Her smile grew wider at the thought, her thoughts running wild with what it would be like, movies, tv shows, anything she had watched or read coming to her mind.
The flight intercom beamed to life, announcing they would be landing in thirty minutes. Doing a quick 'pocket check', the young blonde moves the seat belt patting both of her front pockets, one holding her phone, the other empty, her back pockets, one holding her wallet, the other empty.
Okay, phone, check, wallet, check. She reached down having only a carryon bag with her, a grey backpack holding only what she thought she needed: clothes, sketch book and pencil, hair ties, brush, tooth brush and paste, and a grand in cash. The necessities.
Oh shit, passport. She suddenly started to panic looking through her bag and around her, careful not to make a scene, finally lifting her red jacket to see it was sticking out of the pocket. She removed it recovering from the mini heart attack as she glanced up at the seats in front of her. She held her passport leaning her head back and closing her eyes for a moment, smiling yet again, a small laugh almost escaping her.
It doesn't take long for the plane to land, walking out of the plane and into the airport, her eyes going as fast as they could taking everything in. This seemed like a lot to a girl from east Tennessee and even with her thoughts trying to prepare her, she couldn't help but to feel lost. She held her red jacket in her arm in front of her with her backpack behind her, her boots over her jeans slightly clicking the floor as she tried to consciously walk a little lighter. Having gone past the people and onto the streets, she stood for a moment, the loud sounds of the morning NY streets filling her.
Realizing something, she shifts her jacket a little reaching for her wallet, pulling out a small piece of paper with an address on it. Glancing back up, she sees the numerous taxis.
Please don't let this be hard. "Taxi!" She shouted walking to the curb and waving her hand up. She prayed she was doing it right and it wasn't just something she saw in the movies. And she thanked God when one came to pull up next to her. She moved slightly awkwardly opening the back door and climbing into the backseat.
"Good morning miss," The driver said.
"Good morning, um, can you take me to this address?" The blonde hands him the piece of paper watching the older man glance down at it.
"Yes mam', it's only about seven miles from here." He states handing me back the piece of paper before taking off.
The girl nodded with a soft smile getting comfortable in the seat, her eyes peering outside the window at her new home. This is going to be awesome.
The smell of wood polish filled his nose as his head rested on his arm close to the table, his eyes locked on a grid that was projected on the screen. Economics, his least favorite subject, but at least he was good at it.
"Nick, you still with us?" A man asked raising an eye brow as he extended his hand to the screen and Nick stretched slightly as he sat up, looking back at his father who was giving the presentation.
"Of course, Dad," The boy comments leaning back in his chair as his eyes glanced across the room at the other board members of the company. School, work, then repeat. He was just about to turn twenty six and already so busy with little time to play, or so most thought. His dad continued talking about the market, their business, one of the more prospering ones in NY City, and he mentally took notes. He didn't need to write them down.
The meeting lasted for twenty more minutes, what felt like hours to Nick. As the business men started to get up and leave, collecting their papers, Nick moved to the front of the table where his father was as he often did.
"Meeting went well. The plan for raising the stock options is brilliant. Should help boost revenue." He adds leaning one hand on the table as he watched his father. His father remained silent as he continued packing up his miscellaneous papers. "We also need to review last year's financial statement. It'll help with the upcoming merger." The young man stated as a matter-of-factly.
"You've been talking to Debbie from finance, haven't you?" The older man inquired with a faint smile upon his lips. The father and son left the conference room and walked side by side down the hall.
"Hey, I'm just trying to ensure the success of my future empire."
"You have to walk before you run." The older man reminded.
"Or run and find out how far you get. Speaking of running, I gotta go, talk later Dad!" The young man retorted going to a side hallway towards the elevator as his father shook his head and went in a different direction.
Watching the streets and looking up at the high buildings, we come to a stop at a large apartment complex, four stories high. It was small compared to the higher buildings around it, but it seemed wider seeing as how one apartment took up a large space of square feet. From the outside, it almost had a warehouse feeling to it.
"Thank you," The girl says with a smile handing forty to the driver getting out of the yellow cab on the sidewalk looking up at the building, her eyes looking around and still taking in the large city and it's different styles of architecture.
After leaving his father, Nick used the elevator to get to the ground floor. With a sigh, he leaned back against the golden hand rests that were on the walls of the elevator. As good as he was at helping out with the family business, he couldn't help but feel like it wasn't for him. When the elevator's doors open, he props himself off the wall and strides thought the lobby. He subconsciously fixed his black tie that went with his sharp and sleek black business suit. Upon leaving the building through its glass revolving doors, an image caught his eye. A young adult female marveling at the tall building of New York.
Tourist, he thought to himself as he looked across the road and traffic at the stunning blonde.
Glancing around, she looks back at the apartment then glances down placing a hand over her stomach as it made a small growl. She definitely looked out of place, glancing down the street, back and forth, taking a few steps looking for a place to eat or a café or something.
The young man formulated a plan and made the decision to cross the road at the crossing. He then strutted confidently towards her, turning his body slightly when he passed other people on the sidewalk. He approached her and friendly smiled.