what did you expect from me ---
Aug 19, 2010 13:57:13 GMT -5
Post by hannah4 on Aug 19, 2010 13:57:13 GMT -5
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[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]Getting off the plane, Greg finally realized maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He'd flown the entire span of the country to meet a girl his sister desperately wanted him to meet. "How fuckin' stupid". It was beginning to settle in how stupid this plan really was. They were probably both only pretending to like each other to please Kate. Never the less, Greg thought it was important to at least give this a shot. His sister meant a hell of a lot to him, and making her happy was something he wanted to start doing. Part of that was the feeling of abandonment he left her with when he went to Iowa to grow up.. he still regretted leaving her in the care of their unstable father. He knew leaving wasn't exactly his decision - the man kicked him out before he even entered high school - but the decision to leave the state altogether was his idea. He didn't have to move to the mid-west. But how could a fourteen year old boy have been expected to make it in a city like Chicago all on his own?
With his bag slung over his shoulder, he made his way to the curb to catch a taxi, which sometimes seemed like an impossible feat in this city despite vast array of yellow you saw everywhere you looked. He remembered, every time he visited New York, why he lived in LA. It took a matter of time but he eventually did catch one, into which he hastily stuffed himself and his bag. The driver spoke very rugged English, and Greg thought for a second about how cliché this was turning out to be. He leaned against the door, his eyes glued to what lay just beyond the taxi window. The city was truly mesmerizing, something he definitely didn't mind coming to see every now and then. He wasn't just here to teach some random girl some dance moves. He was going to treat himself to a Broadway show, a couple clubs, maybe check out NYU for the sake of old times.. this was his "bachelor trip" for all intents and purposes. He was going to officially erase the fact that he'd ever had a relationship with Desiree before. He was going to move on with the aid of a good time and remembering how good being single could be.
The taxi dropped him off at the allotted street corner and Greg paid the man - though he felt like maybe he should have asked a street vendor for the change in pesos - and was on his way. It occurred to him how much of a risk Bandit was taking, giving her address to what was, essentially, a complete stranger. She didn't know what she was getting into with Greg. The chances of him being old, fat, and bald were slim considering Kate was involved, but still, he could be the biggest creeper she'd ever met. He didn't think he was that way.. sure he got around, he wasn't known for being strictly monogamous all the time, but what guy was these days? But still, he was trying to make a change and give this meeting with Bandit all the effort he had. So under suggestion by Kate, he stopped at a corner vendor and bought a modest bouquet of tulips and assorted other flowers. He wasn't the biggest fan of flowers, but hopefully she would appreciate the gesture.
Greg knew his way around New York, so finding the street on which her residence sat was an easy task. He sighed and pulled out his phone, texting his sister something along the lines of "you owe me", and marched himself up to the door. Even though he'd been on a plane for a couple hours, he still looked pretty presentable. In his eyes, though, it didn't really matter. As far as they were both concerned this was a dance lesson, not a first date. He rang the doorbell and waited, his bag on his shoulder. Thanks to the delay, he couldn't get to his hotel before he was supposed to meet her, so his belongings were just going to have to come with him.
tagged --- bandit/michelle[/font][/blockquote]
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creds --- yellowcard & me
other --- haihai :{D