My Dearest (Lams)

Welcome To America

Alexander's POV

I stared out the window of the plane.

Screw butterflies, fucking pterodactyls are flying in my stomach.

I took a shaky breath and turned to my cousin, Elliot, who looked up from his book and smiled,

"It'll be fine," Elliot reassured me. "New York will be amazing, trust me."

"But what if-"

"Listen." Elliot put down his book. "You have literally named every 'what if' in the universe in the last ten minutes. Just sit back and be happy."

I nodded and turned back, looking out the window.

That's when I saw her.

The Statue of Liberty.

"Look! Look! Look!" I pointed, smiling and jumping up and down in my seat.

"Alex, the five year old behind us is more civilized than you! Calm down!" Elliot laughed, though his eyes looked just as excited as I felt.

A girl who looked a but younger than me turned our way from where she sat beside us. She was a light skinned, Peurto Rican-Dominican.

"You've never been to America before?" She asked, her face showing an emotion I couldn't put my finger on but definantly didn't like.

"No. Surely you haven't?" I asked, confused.

She snorted. "I've been from Puerto Rico and back at least ten times."

I opened my mouth to say something, but one look from Elliot shut me up quick.

I could already hear what he was going to say in my head. You don't have to argue with everyone. It was something he constantly had to remind me.

Sighing, I stuck out my hand and put on a forced smile.

"My name's Alexander."

The girl gave me a long hard look before finally shaking it. "Naomi."

I squealed as we walked out of the airport. Naomi had left with some boy -Justin I think was his name- right after we got off the plane, but I didn't care. She was a bitch anyways.

Elliot laughed, attempting to catch up as I ran from window to window, staring at all the sights.

"Alex! We have to get our bags!" He called. I followed him to the luggage belt. We got our suitcases and left the airport.

"Let's see... According to this map, our apartment is an hour away from here," Elliot mumbled as we waited for a taxi.

After a gratefully long hour of sightseeing, we arrived at the apartment complex. Elliot paid the cabbie, and we walked up the three flights of stairs to our apartment.

The first thing I did when we entered was pee.

After relieving myself, I walked into the kitchen, where Elliot was. He was on his phone, ordering pizza, so I pulled my suitcase into my room.

"No way! I call the big room!" I heard Elliot call.

"But I need writing space!"

"There's plenty of writing space in the other room!"

Groaning, I moved to the next room, flushing as I realized that it wasn't as bad as I thought. Of course, I would never admit that to Elliot.

"Pizza will be here in ten minutes," Elliot called.

I unpacked quickly, listening to some Broadway music. Of course, I sang along.

"You are the dancing queen! Young and sweet, only seventeen!"

The doorbell rang, interrupting my sing off. I pulled out my earbuds and walked to the door. Elliot was probably in his room unpacking.

I opened the door, expecting pizza. Instead stood a man, not much younger than me, though a lot shorter. He had soft copper skin and dark, curly hair pulled up in a ponytail.

The man's eyes, which were red and puffy for some reason, widened in surprise as he saw me.

"I-I'm so sorry!" He stuttered. "Wrong apartment!"

I shrugged. "It's fine."

The man stood there, staring at me for a moment. Then he turned and quickly walked away.

"I'm Alexander, by the way!" I called. He turned back.

"I'm John!" He responded, then disappeared into another apartment. I heard laughter, then something in French.

Shrugging, I closed the door.

"Who was that?" Elliot asked as he walked up.

"Just some kid at the wrong apartment," I said. Elliot nodded and went back to his room. I did the same, putting back in my earbuds.

"You can dance! You can shi-ine! Having the time of your life!"

A/N

IM SORRY IT'S SO SHORT

Anyways here's the first chapter.

Btw the reason why John is crying will be in the next chapter. I think. Idk.