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I usually never block out the city noises when I’m riding my bike.
First of all, it’s dangerous.
If I blocked the noises out, I might not be able to hear a car speeding at me without its headlights on.
Second of all, I liked the noises because they helped me think.
It wasn’t like music, with a tune or lyrics to memorize, just sounds that helped keep your mind focused and on track.
My favorite route was about three miles to the shore of the Hudson River, where I’d park my bike and sit on a wet rock and watch the quiet waves lap onto the sand.
Boats came in and out nonstop during the daytime, and although the river wasn’t necessarily deserted at nighttime, it was quieter.
The only sounds you could hear came from either the streets or the water, and I liked that when I was by myself.
It’s hard to think to yourself in the city when other people are constantly trying to influence you with their own opinionated thoughts.
The wind blew through my hair as I neared the edge of Manhattan.
Like always, I locked my bike on the bike rack outside of the West 79th Street Boat Basin Café.
I walked to the back of the empty restaurant and jumped over the gate that separated the water from the sidewalk, careful not to slip on the wet rocks as I sat down and watched the waves come and go.
I stayed like that for a few minutes until I heard a rattling noise behind me.
I turned around to see a boy, my age or maybe even a little older, trying to hop the same fence I’d jumped to get to the water.
I jumped to my feet in shock, only to loose my balance on the rock’s slippery edge.
My legs gave out from underneath my and I was suddenly falling face-first into the edge of a sharp rock until the boy’s hand caught my upper arm.
Still not sure as to whether I should trust him or not, I quickly regained my balance and tried breaking free of his steady grip.
My heart was hammering nervously against my chest.
“Let go!” I nearly screamed, my voice shaking.
“Calm down!” he yelled back. “I’m not going to hurt you, but if I let go you’re going to slip and crack your head open.”
I slowly stopped wriggling around and looked up at the strange boy.
It was dark besides the street light a few feet away from where we were standing. He had a perfect face with pale, smooth skin and full, rosy red lips.
He had curly, dirty blonde hair with one, smooth ringlet that fell down the center of his forehead.
My eyes swept over his outfit: loose fitting, old jeans, brown boots, a white t-shirt, and a black, leather jacket.
I’m not going to deny it; he was hot.
My breath got caught in my throat as I dragged my blue eyes back to his soft, brown ones.
He was smirking at me now.
Great, he totally just noticed me checking him out.
“I’m Lucas,” he greeted.
“Cara,” I said hesitantly. “What are you doing here? I thought I was the only one who knew about this place at nighttime.”
“I know,” he shrugged. “I’ve seen you here before.”
My brow furrowed in confusion.
How did he know I came here often?
Was he some kind of stalker or something?
“Of all the places in New York...” I started.
My eyes suddenly widened, but he hushed me before I could lash out on him.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, nodding towards the restaurant. “I work at the café. I’ve known about this place for as long as I can remember.”
“So, you’ve seen me here before but you never had the decency to come out from wherever you’ve been hiding this whole time to introduce yourself?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Harsh,” he said. “Believe it or not, I’m kind of a shy kid…or at least I used to be. The only reason I introduced myself today is because it looked like you were going to slip into the water.”
“And I almost did, thanks to you.”
“But the important thing is that you didn’t.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine. You can go back to your original spot.”
He looked hurt for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and walked towards the dock a few feet away from me, crouching underneath it on a few sturdy rocks.
“Well that’s just creepy,” I said. “I can’t believe you’ve been there this whole time.”
“You know what’s creepier? When you discover a peaceful place to come to at two in the morning and a few days later a girl starts showing up almost every night at the same time and never notices you’re there, too.”
I shot him a glare and sighed, “I guess you’re right.”
He smirked.
“I guess I am. Why do you come here anyway?”
“I ride my bike here,” I shrugged. “It’s quiet. I like some time by myself.”
“Well, you’re going to have to find a new place to have some time for yourself because I’m not giving it up for some girl I don’t even know.”
“Well, I’m not moving,” I said stubbornly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Didn’t say you had to. You just won’t be alone anymore.”
“Maybe I want company,” I challenged.
“Maybe I do, too,” he said, grinning at me.
I couldn’t help but smile back.




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