Alright, chapter four! I'd like to give a huge thank you to Lil Badger 101 for helping me out with my writers block. This chapter is dedicated to you! And thanks to anyobdy else who is reading this, let me know what you think with a review?
Greg woke up at eight o clock the next morning, in a bed that was twice the size of his old one. In a city that was two hundred times the size of his old one. The first thing he did was step outside. There were people walking about everywhere, in suits, dresses, jeans, sweatpants. There were people of all ages, of all races. There were people reading their newspaper as they walked, talking on the phone, drinking coffee or eating bagels, walking dogs, jogging, listening to music on their ipods, carrying briefcases, trying to hail a taxi. It was busy. It was a land of opportunities. It was where he belonged.
Greg got changed into his only change of clothes. He needed to go shopping today. First though, breakfast. He went outside, and took a breath of the fresh New York air. It lasted all of three seconds until somebody walked past and blew cigarette smoke into his face. He coughed, and decided no to inhale so deeply the next time. But that's New York, he supposed.
He dodged in and out of people and almost bumped into a lady in a pencil skirt, blazer and stilettos. Journalist, he bet. Or else an editor. He saw a Starbucks just across the road. So he jogged in and waited in line for a bit. Finally he got up to the top and ordered two coffees and two raspberry muffins. On his way back to the hotel, he smiled at everybody he saw. Not one person smiled back. But that was New York. And Greg couldn't be happier.
"Knock knock." Greg yelled.
Brooke opened the door, still dressed in her pajama pants.
"You know, you're not supposed to say knock knock when you're coming into someones room. You're supposed to actually knock." she laughed, opening the door.
"Knocking is overrated. And besides, this is New York City! Anything goes." Greg laughed, coming into the room.
"What's the plan for today?" Brooke asked him, as she pulled the door shut.
"Well first" Greg began, producing a tray of coffees and two paper bags from behind his back "breakfast."
"You're the best." she smiled, taking a cup and a bag.
"I am." he nodded.
"Yum... this is good coffee." she said.
"Good. After breakfast, I need to do a bit of shopping and I was hoping you could help me?" Greg told her.
"What kind of shopping?" Brooke asked.
"Guess." Greg smiled.
"Shopping for... bicycles? unicorns? candyfloss? tropical fish? literature? air freshner? gorillas? potted plants? thongs?" Brooke guessed.
"Thongs, Brooke?" Greg tried not to grin.
"Its a possibility." she shrugged.
"You think I'm the thong type of guy?" he asked her.
"I think you're the try anything sort of guy." she winked back.
"I'm not the thong sort of guy." he told her.
"Ah." she nodded.
"They're way too uncomfortable and very evasive." he told her matter-of-factly.
"So you were a thong type of guy?" she laughed.
"I was drunk. Seemed like a good purchase at the time." he shrugged.
"So, I'm guessing we're not going shopping for thongs?" Brooke checked.
"No. Clothes. I only brought like, one change of clothes with me." Greg explained.
"That was smart." she smiled.
"I told you, all I brought with me was a rucksack." he laughed.
"Alright then, shopping for clothes it is. We are gonna make you super hot." she proclaimed.
"Am I not hot already?" he asked, in mock offence.
"Meh. I've seen better." she shrugged.
"Hey." he said, wounded. He hit her lightly on the shoulder. She hit him back.
"And after we go shopping, we go for lunch and then some sightseeing?" Greg suggested.
"Great idea. We can go to Statue of Liberty, Grand Central Station, Empire State Building, Central Park..." Brooke suggested.
"And we need to buy a postcard to send to my mother. And some for my friends." Greg told her.
"Yeah, I better get some for my friends and family too." Brooke nodded.
"So, I'm gonna go take a shower, see you outside in half an hour?" Greg suggested.
"Great. And thanks for breakfast." she smiled.
"Anytime." Greg winked.
As he washed his hair with one of those mini shampoos they give you in hotels, Greg had a feeling that this was going to be a very good day.
And it was. He came home with loads of clothes, postcards and photographs they had taken as they went sightseeing. They'd even gone apartment hunting. Greg had found a place he liked, right on the top floor of a big complex. Brooke fell in love with a studio apartment less than five minutes away. They had both put in offers for them and a few other places but were hoping they could end up living close together, because they didn't know anybody else in the city.
Later on that night, when the sun had gone down and the starts had begun to come out, they were standing on a bridge that overlooked the city, talking about their hopes for the future when suddenly, something caught Greg's eye. A flicker of blonde hair, so fast that it was hardly there. A girl, blonde hair, sunglasses, orange top, leopard print shorts and black ankle boots was moving through the crowd. Moving fast. And with every step she took she looked over her shoulder. Something about her seemed suspicious.
"We gotta follow that girl." Greg told Brooke.
"What girl?" she asked, looking around.
"The blonde one." Greg said, already running.
"Why?" Brooke asked, chasing after him.
"There's something up with her." he explained.
"How is that anything to do with us?" Brooke asked.
Greg stopped. "Back where I come from, there was never anything exciting happening. And now, I see a mystery, I gotta solve it. So come on."
"What makes you think she's suspicous?" Brooke asked him, as they began to jog again.
"She kept looking over her shoulder, as if somebody was watching her. And who wears sunglasses at night?" he said.
"I suppose so. Where did she go?"
They stopped and looked around. Then Brooke caught sight of her blonde hair and orange top and they started running again. Once they got close enough, they slowed down and pretending to be deep in conversation, making sure not to loose sight of her.
After a few minutes, Greg whispered to Brooke "something big is about to happen."
"What?" Brooke whispered back.
"We're the only ones on the street, she doesn't know you and me are here. Just wait."
"What's gonna happen?"
"I don't know, just that it's going to happen in about thirty seconds."
At that moment, Greg pulled himself and Brooke into a bush. Just then a tall man in a suit walked out into the path of the blonde. Before they had time to note this new development, she whipped out a gun from her shorts and shot him, right in the chest. He was dead before he hit the floor. The blonde crossed over to him, took an envelope out of his suit jacket, and slipped it into her waistband. She then took a tissue from her pocket and wiped the gun clean, before placing the tissue and the gun in the bin. Then, she pulled out her phone and sent a text, and within sixty seconds a car appeared from one of the alleys. She got in the passnger seat, shut the door, and they were gone in seconds.
"Did you see that?" Greg turned to Brooke.
"ADL 4681" Brooke replied.
"What?" Greg asked.
"That's the license plate of the car." Brooke explained.
"You're brilliant." he told her.
"We better report this to the cops." Brooke suggested.
"Yeah." Greg agreed. He dialed 911. "Hello? Can I have the NYPD? Yes, this is Greg Sanders and Brooke Tyler, we're on the corner of..."
"23rd Street." Brooke told him.
"23rd Street" Greg said into the phone. "and we have just witnessed a crime."
It was only Greg's first day in New York. And, to be honest, this was a little bit more excitement than Greg had hoped for.
Haha, just thought I should mention that when I was trying to come up with a last name for Brooke I googled it to see what names go well, The names I kept getting were ones like Sandler, Sander and Sanderson, which I thought was pretty funny. Brooke Sanders might work well some day? If that's the way I decide to go... Anyway another huge massive thank you to Lil Badger 101, I hope you liked this chapter!