They're Just Words
One
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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takemetoneverland* · 1 decade ago
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Amazing <3 Can't wait to see how this story turns out but you gotta know it caught my attention form the first paragraph you wrote :) Xoxo - Me