Mischa sighed as she climbed into her car. She had just got done doing the tour of the school was looking at. She had never seen so many unfriendly people in her life. Most of the kids were stuck up and from well to do families. She had always had plenty of money but she wasn't rotten like those kids.

All she could think about was her parents as she drove home. They had been so excited when she had told them she wanted to go to medical school. The idea had turned nasty after she saw the school. If she told me she had changed her mind they would be disappointed. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint them. She had put them through enough. She didn't know what she was going to do.

She drove the short ride home and pulled into her driveway. She wasn't surprised to find that neither one of her parents were home. They had been talking about talking Julie to the zoo.

As she climbed out of the car she was grateful they weren't home. She just wanted to sit in front of the tv and eat ice cream. She hoped that would help her make up her mind about what to do.

She walked in the front door, got the ice cream and a spoon, and sat down on the couch. She flicked on the tv and then turned her attention to the ice cream. She happened to glance at the side of the box of ice cream and laughed.

"Half a cup is a serving size?" she laughed. "I never noticed that before. Who the hell only eats half a cup of ice cream?"

Mischa laughed to herself and started to eat. She didn't have much quiet before the phone rang. She sighed picking it up.

"Hello," she said into the phone.

"Mischa?" asked a familiar voice.

At first she didn't know the voice but after a second of thinking it clicked.

"New York?" she asked setting the ice cream down on the coffee table.

"That's right," New York said with a slight chuckle. "Please don't hang up."

"What do you want?" Mischa asked flicking off the tv.

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry," he said. "I'm really sorry for what I did."

"You think saying 'sorry' is going to make it all go away?" she asked growing angry quickly.

"No I don't," he said. "I did my time Mischa. I was in that hellhole for six months. I was in a pretty crappy place. I was made to do things I would never had dreamed of doing. I found out how it felt to be abused."

"I loved you," Mischa said on the verge of tears. "I love you and you hurt me so bad!"

"Give me a chance to make it all better," New York begged. "I want to make it up to. I'll do anything."

"I want you to leave me alone," she growled. "I want you to disappear. My life is going fine."

Even as she said it she knew she was lying. Her life wasn't going fine and as much as she hated to admit it part of her still loved New York.

"Just have lunch with me," he said. "One time. If you aren't happy with seeing me anymore after that I'll leave you alone forever."

"Lunch?" she asked. "Just lunch?"

"That's right," New York said. "The sidewalk café on Paris street we used to go to all the time."

Mischa said a quick goodbye and then hung up. She shook head going back to her ice cream. She was really too forgiving sometimes.

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Mischa sat across from New York unsure of what to say. After quick 'hello's the conversation had died right away.

"So...," Mischa said slowly. "What are you doing these days?"

"I'm a drummer," he explained. "The band is called 'trouble'."

"Fits you," she whispered.

"Why didn't you ever do anything with music?" New York asked. "You have a voice like an angel."

"I don't know," she said blushing slightly. "No one besides you knows I can sing. I guess I am just shy."

"You are far from shy," he said with a snort. "You are just afraid of displeasing your parents."

Mischa wanted to say that he was lying but she couldn't. She was always trying to please her parents. She never told that she wanted to be in a band. She figured that her parents would just say that it was a waste of time.

"Am I right?" New York asked before turning to his food.

She couldn't find the nerve to tell him he was. She just looked at her hands. She hadn't ordered anything to eat so she didn't even have food to stare at.

"Look," he said setting his fork down. "I'm not asking you to run off with me. I'm just asking you to consider standing up to your parents. You should do what you love."

"You have a lot of nerve," Mischa said starting to grow angry. "You have no right to just show up after what you did to me and start telling me what I should do."

"I'm sorry," New York said quickly. "I really am sorry. I just wish we could start over."

"I do too," she whispered. "I really loved you. I hate to admit it but part of me still does."

"Just have lunch with me again," he said. "Maybe we can built our relationship again. I know it will take a while and it'll be hard but I want to try. I want to make it up to you. I love you."

Mischa knew she should have known better but she just couldn't turn New York away. He was really sorry. She could tell. She had always known when New York was lying to her.

"Alright," she said with a sigh. "I'll give you a chance. We'll keep meeting for lunch and just lunch. If you try anything the meetings will stop."

"I won't," he said holding up his hands. "I promise."

"Alright," Mischa said getting up from her seat. "I have to go."

"Too bad," New York said smiling at her. "I can't wait to see you again."

"Same time same place," she said before walking out of the restaurant.

As she got into her car she cursed at herself. She couldn't believe how dumb she was being. If her parents knew what she had just agreed to they would kill her. Part of her wanted things to go back to the way they were before New York took advantage of her.