***Author's Note***
Well, this is my first try at an emotional
fic with the people as adults. As for who the couple is, like I already said,
the girl is **** and the guy is hmm-hmm. (Three of the DD girls have 4 letters
in their name) You probably will be
able to figure it out from the reading. Please be nice and kind and REVIEW!
Thanks!
Disclaimer:
I know it, you know it, I own it!....But what exactly is the definition of
'it'? Okay, I'll shut up. I don't own Digimon and yea, blah blah blah. I only
own the characters I made up for this fic, the cabby, the friend, and the other
guy. You'll see.
Dedication:
This is for you ~*Liz*~ ! Thanks for being such a great friend! I guess after
all those e-mails and stuff, you've inspired me to write something more…I dunno…deep
or emotional…something like this.
Lost and Found
in New York
Chapter 1: Two
in One
By: ME
jus1digigirl *Maura*
A young man walked down
the busy streets of New York City, a laptop case in one hand and black
briefcase in the other. He was stressed out from a hard day's work at the
office, making appointments with clients and helping them work out their
insurances. It was a fairly new job and it was more work than he had bargained
for. Raising a hand, he signaled to a cab driver that immediately pulled over
to let the man in. Gratefully, he pulled open the back door and got in.
quickly.
"37th Jackson
Avenue," he said as he settled down into the leather seat.
"Right-O,"
replied the cabby gruffly.
As they drove, light
music played from the radio. The young man glanced out the window and groaned.
The streets were lined with cars left and right. The heavy traffic trudged on
slowly as the red light changed to green. Businessmen and women, street
sellers, and junkies, could be seen weaving in and out between the slow moving automobiles.
"Looks like we gonna
be in dis cab fer quite a while, eh?" said the cabby in his gruff voice
glancing into the rearview mirror.
The man sighed.
"Wonderful. Just what I need on a Friday afternoon. Might as well do
something since it'll take a while to get home." He unzipped his black
laptop case and pulled out the miniature computer. Flipping open the lid, he
pushed a button turning it on. Once the screen came up, he moved the cursor and
clicked open a file labeled personal pictures.
A window opened with many
file names. Choosing one, he clicked and a digital picture flickered onto the
screen. It was a young teen girl at the age of fourteen or fifteen. Her smile
on the computer picture brightened up even the cab and her eyes sparkled with
joy.
The young man sighed as
he stared at the picture. He fought hard to keep the tears, which were about to
form to stay inside his eyes and snapped shut the laptop. It was too painful to
look at old pictures. Too hard, too painful.
One hour later...
"Here's
fifteen-thirty." The man pulled out a few bills and handed it to the
cabby. "Have a nice day!"
The cabby took the money
and sped off, the tires flicking dirt and mud everywhere as he did so.
"Shoot!" Looking
down, the young man saw that his suit pants had flecks of mud on them. Knowing
that trying to wipe it off would only make it smear, he headed up the steps of
his apartment building. Pressing the buzzer to be admitted in by the guard, he
thought that the fifteen-thirty had been too much to pay the cabby. When the
doors opened, he stepped inside the nice apartment building and headed towards
the elevator.
"Rough day?"
called the guard.
"You have no
idea," replied the man. As the elevator doors opened, he stepped inside
only to find another man already there.
"Hey! What took you
so long man? I've been waiting forever!"
"Sorry bud but I got
held up in traffic." The doors slid shut as the man pressed the floor
button for number fifteen. "Why?"
His friend grinned.
"Well, since it's Friday night and neither of us have dates or anything, I
was thinking that we should go downtown and check out the new club. There's
supposed to be some hott chic performing tonight!"
"I knew it,"
the young man grinned back. "The moment I saw you, I knew you had
something planned."
"So?"
"So? I know that
whenever you go to these clubs, I end up having to bring you home back
half-drunk!" The two laughed.
"Well," the
doors opened on the fifteenth floor and they stepped out. "Are you
game?"
The man shrugged and took
out a ring of keys. "I don't know. I'm really tired and I still have some
work I need to go over for my newest clients." He walked to the door,
which was marked 8A and fitted the key into the hole. Turning it, he
opened the door, stepped inside, and flicked on the switch.
"Oh come on! It'll
be fun!" his friend said following him into their apartment, which they
shared. The room that they had stepped into was a little hallway that leaded
into the living room. To the right of the living room was a nice sized kitchen
for two men. On the left side of the living room was a corridor where two doors
were lined on each side. Three bedrooms and one bathroom. Behind the living
room was a small balcony where that looked out over the city.
The friend shut the door
behind him, locking it and sat down on the recliner. The young man went into
one of the bedrooms, placed his two bags in, and came back out.
"Is that what you're
going to be wearing to the club?" his friend asked looking at him.
"I'm not going! I
have too much work to do, I already told you!"
"Aw come on! You've
been working too hard for a twenty-two old year! I mean, I'm twenty-two too and
even I don't work that hard!"
The young man sat down on
the couch and grinned. "You work as a weatherman who hasn't even appeared
on the six o'clock news yet!"
His friend laughed.
"Okay, I admit. I don't do as much as you either but you wait. One day,
I'll be a famous meteorologist and be on every weather channel! And besides,
you have been working too hard! It's so obvious!"
"Oh," the young
man raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Well," his
friend grinned and pointed. "You're about to eat those flowers!"
The young man looked down
at his hand where he held a plastic daisy, which was very close to his mouth,
which was open. "Umm..." he blushed and returned the flower to its
vase. "Yeah, I guess I kinda thought it was food. Ok," he sighed.
"You win. Let me just change first. I can't possibly walk into the club
with a suit. I'll get kicked out faster than you can say 'kick'." And with
that said, he got up and headed towards his room leaving his friend smiling
with ultimate satisfaction.
"I knew he really
wanted to go all along."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
A young woman with long,
wavy brown hair sat in a tiny dressing room crying. Looking into the mirror,
she saw her reflection stare back. Brown eyes red and cheeks pink yet her
beauty stood out despite the tears and redness.
Her gaze fell upon a tiny
photo propped up against the mirror. Raising her hand, she lifted it and two
tears fell onto the dressing table. A girl at the age of around eighteen looked
back, happy and smiling with her parents, all in each other's arms. Memories of
those joyful times flooded the woman's mind and she prepared for a fresh bucket
of tears to fall when someone knocked on the door.
Quickly stuffing the
picture into her pocket, she wiped her eyes and face hoping that it didn't show
that she had been crying and answered.
"Who is it and what
do you want?" her voice came out soft at first and then loud.
"You're on in half
an hour babe!" came a raspy man's voice.
She sighed to herself.
"I'll be ready. Now leave me alone to get ready!"
She heard heavy footsteps
walk away from the front of her door. Turning back to the mirror, she thought
about what she was about to do in front of so many people...again. For the last
two years, she had earned her living as a showgirl, dancing and singing in
clubs and bars. How humiliating it was to do so but no one else would accept
her after she had dropped out of collage.
Every show night, she had
to put up with the jeering, teasing, and chanting of men and the laughs of
proud women. No one pitied her the slightest. This was the tough city of New
York and it was every living being for themselves and that included animals and
even plants. She hadn't even had the courage to face her friends after the
horrible incident and she assumed that everyone thought she had passed away or
just possibly roaming the country.
Shaking her head and
trying to clear her mind, she walked over to the small wardrobe and pulled out
her outfit and proceeded to change for her next show.
***Author's Note***
How was it? My first "emotional"
fic. This actually just sorta came out of my mind. It started out as a small
idea, maybe a one-parter but then, as I started, I couldn't stop and decided I
could make this better and more…I don't know, fluffy later or something. But I
guess there wasn't much emotion and not a bit of romance but don't worry, we're
getting there. Anyway, please, please, please REVIEW! I
will post up chapter 2 after I write it and after I get at least 10
reviews so review! And if you know who the couple is going to be, say so but of
course, it's pretty obvious. Like always, I don't know how many chapters this
will turn out to be but I'm leaning towards two or three hopefully. Thanks!
*Maura*
F.Y.I.
In case you didn't get what the chapter
title Two in One, means, it's that two people, the young man and
the young woman, both live in that one city, NYC. Just so ya know. ^_~
Lost and Found in New York
By: AngelicFairy