Post by Clark Dupont on Oct 9, 2008 16:51:12 GMT -6
Clark smiled lazily to himself as he pressed his headphones closer to his ears. Walking while listening to music was one of his favorite pastimes, and one of the things he would probably miss most about New York City. He had always walked all over the place with his music blasting. There was a soundtrack for everything— tourist bouncing, j-walking, nostalgic park strolling—anything he could think of was perfectly soundtracked in his mind and cataloged on his iPod. The only problem with California was that there were very little suitable places for long walks. Sure he could walk across campus, but that was hardly a substitute for a good walk from 79th to 23rd street. He was sorely missing his city, and he was sure that nothing could replace it. He was already counting down the days until college. He was a Columbia hopeful, and would be happy to be back in his city once more. One would assume that he would be striving to go to NYU, which was located in his old neighborhood, rather than Columbia, which was on the Upper West Side, but Clark had enough of the pretentious hipster NYU students to last a lifetime. They had always tried so hard to pretend they were New Yorkers, when in reality they were just some poor corn-grown freckled kid from Kansas that had managed to scrap up a decent SAT score. No, Columbia was the place for him.
There was one thing that California had that New York didn’t. Clark’s smile increased as he turned up the volume of his music. They didn’t make girls quite like Diana White back home in New York, though he supposed they didn’t in California either, seeing as she was originally from England. He had been quite taken with her during their few meetings, and he was starting to find that she was increasingly on his mind, doing increasingly dirty things. He ran his hand through his hair before reaching into his back pocket and retrieving his phone. He flipped it open and found the contact ‘Miss Dee’, he laughed awkwardly to himself as he debated whether or not to call her. He had been teetering with the idea for two days, though he had never managed to punch the send button. It wasn’t that he was bad with girls, he was actually rather charming, it was just that he wasn’t used to actually wanting to spend time with someone, and he didn’t know how to handle that feeling. He slowly returned his phone to his pocket.
Clark looked up and realized that he was coming to the end of his path. He had been walking along a river of sorts, and it was about to spiral out behind land out on the horizon. He sighed pitifully to himself as he looked out on it. He had never thought that he would ever be yearning for the disgusting garbage-and-dead ridden East River, but he suddenly had an intense craving to go for a quick walk along the promenade. The East River had been the backdrop to his first kiss. It was fifth grade, and he had taken the m79 all the way from Trinity to the Upper East Side in order to pick Constance up from Brearley. It was mere weeks before Lydia would ruin everything between them, and he had been unknowingly happy. Clark ran his hand through his hair once more, and walked towards a bench facing the Los Angles River, suddenly realizing that he was yearning for some company.
There was one thing that California had that New York didn’t. Clark’s smile increased as he turned up the volume of his music. They didn’t make girls quite like Diana White back home in New York, though he supposed they didn’t in California either, seeing as she was originally from England. He had been quite taken with her during their few meetings, and he was starting to find that she was increasingly on his mind, doing increasingly dirty things. He ran his hand through his hair before reaching into his back pocket and retrieving his phone. He flipped it open and found the contact ‘Miss Dee’, he laughed awkwardly to himself as he debated whether or not to call her. He had been teetering with the idea for two days, though he had never managed to punch the send button. It wasn’t that he was bad with girls, he was actually rather charming, it was just that he wasn’t used to actually wanting to spend time with someone, and he didn’t know how to handle that feeling. He slowly returned his phone to his pocket.
Clark looked up and realized that he was coming to the end of his path. He had been walking along a river of sorts, and it was about to spiral out behind land out on the horizon. He sighed pitifully to himself as he looked out on it. He had never thought that he would ever be yearning for the disgusting garbage-and-dead ridden East River, but he suddenly had an intense craving to go for a quick walk along the promenade. The East River had been the backdrop to his first kiss. It was fifth grade, and he had taken the m79 all the way from Trinity to the Upper East Side in order to pick Constance up from Brearley. It was mere weeks before Lydia would ruin everything between them, and he had been unknowingly happy. Clark ran his hand through his hair once more, and walked towards a bench facing the Los Angles River, suddenly realizing that he was yearning for some company.
