Riley’s Playlist ♫
→ Track 02: Best Song Ever, Alex & Sierra (One Direction Cover)
Said her name was Georgia Rose and her daddy was a dentist. Said I had a dirty mouth but she kissed me like she meant it. I said, “Can I take you home with me?”, she said, “Never in your wildest dreams.”
His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard as he typed, his eyes focused on the screen that showed his process. Bentley stopped in the middle of a sentence, frowning. No, that was not it. He closed the document without saving, not bothering to give it a second glance. Lately, it had been harder for him to write. Sometimes he had random ideas, but whenever he tried to turn them into words, they just wouldn’t come, or turn out the way he expected. It was past midnight, and he sat surrounded by darkness with no light besides his computer’s and the little that came through the window. His roommate was sleeping, a tempting offer, but he couldn’t quite do it yet. The frustration he felt was only growing, there was no way he could go to sleep like that. Deciding to go for a walk to clear his head, and possibly get some medicine or anything to relax him enough to sleep, he grabbed a random coat and, wearing the same clothes he hand worn that day, he walked out of the small apartment and into the familiar streets. Manhattan had been his home for as long as he could remember, so it was easy for him to find his way around the place. That night, however, he walked without paying attention to where he was going, wandering around. A few minutes into his little escapade, he noticed a girl walking by herself. Noticing that there was something off and, aware that the city could be dangerous—he didn’t want to be one to judge, but those guys in the pizza place didn’t seem friendly—Bentley walked in her direction. Besides, the fun part about being a writer was living. Maybe meeting a new person would help him with his writer’s block “Hey, I will sound like a creep saying this but you really shouldn’t walk alone at this hour.” he said, trying to give her a friendly smile. “A lot of people aren’t friendly.” he added, eyeing the weird dudes. “I’m, uhm, Bentley.” He figured introducing himself would make him seem less creepy, but, really, it probably had the opposite effect.
Riley pulled the hoodie closer to her and watched as a few odd looking men walked past her. She huffed lightly and felt someone bump into her. She’d lived in Manhattan for ages and she still wasn’t used to the rough demeanor of the New Yorkers. It wasn’t in her to be mean though- in fact, it wasn’t in her nature to be out of her comfort zone, as much as she wanted to. All of a sudden, she felt someone come up to her and she jumped slightly. She arched an eyebrow at the boy and examined him momentarily before she nodded. “Thanks. I’m Riley, nice to meet you.” She said softly, a small smile forming on her lips. “Yeah, you definitely saved me. I think those pizza dudes were watching me.” Riley gave the men a fleeting look and sighed. “I don’t think it’s very safe for you to be walking out here either, Bentley.” She could feel a bit of her heart wanting to jump out of her throat. She wasn’t too sure about the boy either; he could just as easily want to hurt her or something but something about that charming smile of his comforted her a bit.
Riley needed an escape. Anywhere but here, in all honesty. Her parents were at it again, attempting to piece together her life, tell her what to do and how to live her life. Instead of fighting back like any normal teenager did, the tiny blonde sat and took it. They’d chosen her schedule for her new semester at NYU which included her major, chosen by them of course: accounting. Curteous nods were exchanged as her parents spoke, their words going right through Riley. She could feel her chest tightening again and she balled up her hands in an attempt to calm herself down. Immediately, an hour later, the couple was done and sent the girl up to her room where she sat and cried on her bed for another hour. It wasn’t until 12:30am rolled around that Riley decided to do something. Sneaking out was something she’d done plenty of times before and tonight was no exception. Wiping at her eyes quickly, she reapplied her eyeliner and mascara before slipping on her hoodie and a beanie and slid the window open. Luckily for her, her room was home to a small fire escape, just big enough for her to climb down from. Turning the light off in her room, Riley slipped through the window and quickly made her way down the small ladder, hopping down and landing on her feet. Inhaling the crisp Autumn air of Manhattan, a small smile appeared on her face. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she sauntered off, hoping to find some sort of distraction for the remainder of her evening.