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The next morning I woke up, wrapped a robe around me, put on my glasses, and walked out onto the living room, only to find Spot had gone, and that blanket was neatly folded. I sighed. I decided to go on with my day.
"Siren…" I could hear Carli panting at my front door. I rolled my eyes, when was she ever going to learn to knock on my door without trying to break it. I flung the door open, and Carli whipped into my room, before I could even say a word.
"You slut!" She hollered as she sat on the couch.
"What?" I asked baffled and confused.
"Oh come on, tell me that wasn't Spot Conlon, that just walked out your apartment building." Her eyes sparkling with intrigue.
"Carli, it's not what you're thinking. I bailed him out of some trouble last night, and he crashed on my couch, that's it." I explained.
"Oh, is that all." Carli sighed.
"Sorry to disappoint you." I smiled somewhat amused with her vivacious nature.
~*~
It was sometime during that day, while I was taking a walk that I heard a strange yet familiar voice call out to me.
"Siren, wait up!" I turned to find Spot running up to me. I smiled. "So where are you headed to?"
"No place in particular." I sighed then began walking on. He followed by my side.
"Thank you by the way, for everything." He stuttered. It was as if it was the first time he'd ever said thank you to someone or something.
"Your welcome." There was a moment of awkward silence after that. "Hey you feel like going somewhere." I asked boldly.
"Sure, why not." Spot nodded. So we walked around for a while till we came to a bench in the Central Park. I sat, and watched as people passed by.
"Mmmm…don't you love New York?" I smiled cheerfully. He sat down next to me, and began fiddling with his slingshot.
"New York's New York, I guess." He shrugged.
"But it's the most exciting place in the world." I emphasized. He slightly chuckled. "No, seriously. Look over there." I pointed to a young man who was giving a single rose to a girl. "How wonderful is that?" I smiled.
"Wonderful? Dey're probably gonna break up in a week anyways."
"That's not the point. I mean think about it, two people living two separate different lives, coming together, and being happy. It's…beautiful." I sighed dreamily.
"Youse something else." He grinned, shaking his head mockingly.
"You may think I'm crazy, Mr. Conlon, but I swear to you there's no place like New York." He laughed a little. I then took his slingshot wistfully out of his hands.
"So what's the deal with you and this slingshot?" I asked fiddling idly with it.
"Youse wouldn't unda'stand." He shrugged.
"Right, it's probably one of those stupid boy things." I joked.
"Dat's it. Give me back me slingshot. Youse lost da privilege of touching it." He joked back snatching it away from her.
"Oh, I'm heartbroken."
