Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S3 Pt2 - Welcome to New York

"It's been waiting for you"

Shut the fuck up, Taylor. It hasn't been waiting for me. And if it has, that means that it was praying on my downfall because I was not done in LA yet. I can't take another loss right now.

"Welcome to New York! Welcome to New York!"

Yea, alright. That's enough. I said enough, Taylor! I've just about had it with this shit. I disconnected my headphones and shoved my phone in my bag.

I must have looked insane at baggage claim, getting more frustrated every time a bag came down the conveyor belt that wasn't mine. I almost threw a 6 year old's suitcase because it was blocking my view of the one after it.

I finally got my bags and sort of stomped off towards the taxi area. You would think that after all of that, my parents would pick me up from the airport. Nahhh, they thought that an $80 cab ride made more sense.

At least I could take a nap in the cab without having to hear people talking to me or asking me arbitrary questions like "how are you feeling?" I have never met a single person who wants to be asked that goddamn question unless if it is an absolutely phenomenal day.

Today is not one of those days. Today is an "I want to kill everyone who looks at me funny or gets too close to me" kind of day. Today is a "fuck you for even thinking that" kinda day. Today is an "you really had the audacity to do that to me today?" kinda day.

Today is not a good day, if you couldn't tell. I don't know, some people don't understand my hypotheticals. I think they convey my message perfectly. In conclusion, don't fuck with me more than the universe already has today.

I got in a cab that didn't smell like cigarettes or body odor. It actually smelled like dryer sheets. I love dryer sheets!

It didn't take a lot for me to doze off. I had the plate and ID number of the driver written down in my phone and I texted it to my mom, so if anything happens, I'm covered.

I tried not to think too hard because then my dreams would stress me out more. Somehow I went through that entire nap without one dream to cloud my mind. I just slept like a baby. And honestly, I felt content when I woke up.

The drive wasn't quite over yet, but we were close. I now smelled like dryer sheets. I was comfy.

It was pitch black outside despite the streetlights. I was on a block with brownstones and there was a scaffolding in front of the high rise building on the corner. It was so dark on this street!

The driver got out of the car and took my bags out of the trunk. I hesitated before opening the door and taking a step out of the cab. I smelled the not-so-fresh air of the city. It was not a pleasant shift from the dryer sheets cab.

I tipped the driver and told him to have a good night.  He said the same to me. How weird is that to say? How do you tell someone to have a good night? What if I have a shitty night? Is that going against an order because someone told you to have a good one? What the fuck does a good night even mean? You know how rare those truly are??

I stopped my tangential thinking when I heard something behind me.

?: No way! Is that who I think it is?

I looked around to see if this voice was talking to me and where it came from. Then, I saw a figure emerge, illuminated by the tiny bit of light that hit under the scaffolding. It was a tall and lean figure, certainly masculine. The voice was also quite deep.

?: Is that Y/n? There's no way! I thought you lived in Cali.
Y/n: Who is that?
?: You don't remember me? We went to high school together.
Y/n: I can't really see you. You're in the dark.