By: Kathleen Guo
A soft autumn breeze shook the trees lining the sidewalks of New York City. The dusk sky was paving the path for the pale night to swoop over the buzzing city and cover it in a dark haze. Streetlights were buzzing on, bringing moths out of bushes and business men out of skyscrapers.
In this ever-lively community, two people stood side by side on the porch of their shared apartment, chatting to each other. A girl and a boy. It's hard to believe that just a few months prior, there was a stiff and foreboding language barrier between them.
The boy said something and the girl laughed, brushing a strand of dark-brown hair behind her ear. She was tan with a dimpled smile, and stars in her eyes. They looked out over the honking cars and the flickering of lights.
"So. How did you do on the quiz?"
The boy rolled his eyes.
"Only because I helped you. Do you think you would've studied if I didn't remind you?" the girl teased, elbowing him lighting on the arm.
The boy blinked and looked down at her.
"Obviously," he retorted. "I'm not like that,"
Now it was the girl's turn to roll her eyes.
"Oh please," she sang.
They turned their attention back to the people below, leaning on the railings.
The boy muttered something, running a hand through his blond hair. The girl looked at him.
"What?" she asked.
He turned his head and his blue eyes met her brown ones. He quickly turned around.
"Nothing," he said gruffly.
The girl kept on staring, with the boy shooting glances at her every once in a while.
"It's nothing!" he said, exasperated.
"If you say so," she huffed.
The girl dug her hands into her pockets.
"It's a bit chilly," she remarked.
The boy scoffed.
"This? This is nothing where I'm from."
"Of course it isn't," the girl reassured.
She looked out over the streets again and her eyes widened.
"Hold on. Is that Miss Duskin?"
The boy followed her gaze.
"Sarah? Holy sh*t I think that is her--get down!"
The girl squeaked as the boy grabbed her shoulders and tugged her below the railings.
They sat there, staring at each other.
A crow flew from on top of their apartment building and squawked. They blinked at each other.
The girl nudged the boy.
"Check if she's still there," she mouthed.
The boy nodded and peeked his head above the top of the railings. He scanned the passerbys but couldn't see the blond haired, red lipstick woman.
"I think she's gone," he whispered.
The girl poked her head up. They were both kneeling on the concrete floor, prying a look at the people down at the ground.
"I think you're right," the girl replied.
They sat back down and looked at each other. Blue and brown, daring the other to break contact.
Suddenly, the girl snickered.
They burst into laughter, leaning against the railings and gasping for air.
"I don't think she's that terrifying," the girl giggled.
The boy coughed and stopped to catch his breath.
"Nah, you should see what she does in class," he chuckled.
They laughed for a bit more until the boy finally stood up.
"Com’n, it's getting cold out. Let's go back in," he said, reaching out a hand to the girl.
She took it and he pulled her to her feet.
"I thought this was nothing where you're from?" she asked.
"I suggested that for you, stupid," he huffed. "Now are we going inside or not?"
"Okay okay okay," she smiled.
The pair walked inside, the girl never letting go of his hand.