First off, I want apologize for this chapter being small. Secondly I want to apologize for not writing as much as I said, Unfortunately I am having an episode of sickness and as I was writing the last chapter I was feeling surges of pain. Hopefully I will write more soon. Please R & R. Enjoy.
They took a taxi with a quiet mean looking overweight man, and Mike was suddenly missing Oliver again. Mike had rented a penthouse in the middle of New York with an amazing view. It would have a luxury hot tub and a comfy bed that he could share with the love of his life. Mike couldn't wait to grow up. He was really on the edge of his teen years and he couldn't wait to be a man. He had to be a man so he could marry Zoey. He looked down at her precious finger to see a lovely Ruby ring. It was a promise ring and it had made her so happy when he had given it to right after all stars. Mike didn't care that he was attractive, or that he was tall, or that everyday some stranger would get lost in his eyes. He cared about Zoey because she made him happy. She made live again. The taxi stopped, and Mike and Zoey got off to see a lovely apartment complex. "New York is a lot different than Toronto" Zoey said. "Well a lot of morons will tell Canada is exactly like America, and that's far from the truth - I would know more than anyone." Mike said looking around taking in the air. New York was a pretty dirty city after took their things and looked around. It was a strange apartment, and Mike knew why it had been only $3000. It had an open area that was the living room, and the kitchen was behind it. There were two slanted walls in front of the kitchen that on the other side had kitchen appliances. The hot tub was in the middle of the living room and in the back was a bedroom with a simple bed, a weird light, and a large flat screen on the wall. It had also a small bathroom to the side with a tiny sink and shower and small but modern toilet. "New York never changes" Mike said with a smirk. "Honestly Mike, It's a bit hard you're from here" Zoey said and Mike smiled. "Truth be told, I can hardly believe it either." Mike said
That was a lie. Although Mike considered himself Canadian, The New Yorker inside of him would never leave. That's how Vito was formed after all."Tomorrow Zoey one of my old friends is going to come and drive us where I used to live" Mike said. "Where did you live?" Zoey asked. Mike looked outside the window and faced the city. "I lived in an Italian ghetto, some may call it Little Italy," Mike said silently thinking And I call it Hell. "Oh that seems fun" Zoey said softly feeling a sort of rage inside of him. "Let's go get something to eat," Zoey said cheerfully - Not only did she want to change the mood but she also wanted to try the food. Mike smiled. "Sure angel, Let's go get some subs" Mike said softly changing back into himself. Mike and Zoey went and had a lovely afternoon. Mike always had fun when he was with Zoey. Nothing could change that. "I love you Zoey" Mike said softly whispering it in her ear."I love you too Mike" Zoey whispered back with a blush on her face. With all the love in the air, New York began to feel like Rome.
I hope you liked it. Don't worry soon you'll hit the Zoke jack pot. - ItalianHorse