A/N- hey y'all (decided to keep the southern accent) so I obviously didn't update by Friday. But I am writing this on a plane so be grateful ;)

Flashback

Henry's POV
"Where are we going?" Nicole asks.
"You'll see,"
"I can't see! Your covering my eyes!" She replies angrily.
"We're almost there." I say mysteriously. We take a few more steps and I say
"We're here,"
"Yeah, at your evil lair were you reveal your a serial killer and then your going to kill me!" She states dramatically.
"Uh, no."
"You hesitated!"
"That means nothing, also I'm thirteen. I'm not a serial killer,"
"And your age is the perfect cover up!" Nicole says matter of factly.

I uncover her eyes and show her where I took her. It is a park I found the first week me and my mom moved to New York. It was small and had this fountain children would play in. I loved it.

"What are we doing here?" Nicole asks in awe.
"It is a park. I like this park. That is what we are doing here." I say jokingly.
"Its amazing!" Nicole exclaims.
"I know. Seems like the rest of the city is busy and rushing around, here it stops. It's safe." I state meaningfully
"Wow. Your a real dork!" Nicole laughs.
"What?"
"Henry, I'll teach you one thing, if someone says your a dork or a loser or a nerd or a geek. It. Is. A. Good. Thing."
"How?" I ask confused.
"Because that way you aren't the same as everyone else. You may have the label of "dork" to others, but you aren't. Don't do anything for them. Do it for you. And I better stop this speech before it gets even more cliche." Nicole says. We are silent for a while, just looking at the kids in the fountain. The silence was better for us I thought. We got to know each other in the best way. She's right. I'm a dork. I love that.

After about twenty minutes of silence, Nicole stands up.
"Ok you showed me the best mini park in the world. Now I am taking you to the best place to get food in New York,"
"And where's that?" I ask.
"Bakery in another part of the city,"
"And how will we get there?"
"You have six bucks?"
"Yes," I say cautiously.
"Then we are taking the subway," she smiles.
"I've never been on the subway," I state.
"WHAT! Are you not human! How can you live in New York City and not go on the subway!" She yells.
"Well than lets go," I say getting up. I grab her hand and drag her to the nearest subway station.

The subway was dirty and there were weird people there. It was different and amazing. Today, Nicole was wearing skinny jeans and a Pink Floyd t-shirt with red suspenders on. The way she would take something from basic to her own astonished me.
"Do you like Pink Floyd?" I ask.
"No," She replies casually watching a lady who was worrying about her kids running off. "Tourist," she mumbles.
"Then why do you have a t-shirt of them?" I say questionably.
"Because I like it. It is colorful yet simple and everyone knows it but few have listened to their music." Nicole says looking me in the eyes.
"Look who's the dork now," I tease.
"The difference is I'm good at dorky," Nicole smiles.

At the bakery, Nicole got some sort of pastry I couldn't pronounce and I got a simple cupcake. It was amazing and delicious that I can't even begin to describe it. I took her back to her apartment. In the lobby, she checked for mail. When she looked at one of them her smile faded.
"Your mom again?" I ask.
"Yeah, she's in Africa. At least she's getting farther away." She shoves the postcard back in the box and puts up a little flag like thing to tell the mailman that there was mail in it.
"Return to sender" she whispers.
"Bye Henry! Call you later!" She says cheerfully as she runs to the stairs.
"You know elevators exist, right?" I ask her.
I refuse to admit that!" She calls back as she goes up the stairwell. I guess we'll always say goodbye like that.

A/N- while reposting this I accidentally deleted the A/N, good going. Sooo thank you Fangirl308 for all of your support And everyone else PLEASE REVIEW! How about 5 reviews on this chapter. :) have a fabulous day!