Thread: The Stranger on the Metro North

"Okay Naj, make sure you text me when you get to your dad's house. Do you have the twenty dollars I gave you?"
"Yea I do." I pat my right jean pocket and smiled as she kissed my forehead. I ran on the train.
"Be safe!" She called after me.
"I will!"
I boarded the Metro North train to Grand Central Station in Manhattan. I looked around for a seat but no one wanted to move their baggage for me. I frowned and adjusted the medium sized tote bag on my shoulder when someone called for my attention.
"Hey, um, you can sit next to me if thats okay."
I turn in the direction of the voice and see a boy about my age sitting in a five person section and resting his feet on the seat in front of him. He had on a gray hoodie and a purple fitted cap with black skinnies and black converses. He looked like a criminal if I've ever seen one. I thought for a minute. Well there's no where else to sit...so I might as well.
"Um yea, thanks." I sat my bag on the overhead rack and sat in the seat next to him. He kinda adjusted himself so his head was back a bit, and he started bobbing his head. I guessed he was listening to music. I decided to do the same. I pulled my knees to my chest and started drumming on my knees to "Kings and Queens" by 30 Seconds to Mars. I didnt really consider myself PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS material. If anything I was considered the tomboy. I mean guys wouldnt think that if they saw me. I have mid-length reddish-brown hair that I always wear pulled back and bangs that I constantly pinned to the side when it was hot. I waited for them to grow out but they didnt seem to grow out fast enough. I'm pretty much above averagee hight at 5'6 and people always assumed I was older than I was because of my higher level of maturity and...well....mature body. Although my body is something some girls would kill for, it made my self esteem super low. I constantly crossed my arms over my chest to hide my boobs and I always slouched to hide my butt. Everything was just...there. I hated it. My mom always told me to be proud of how I looked but I didnt like it when random old men would come up to me and start telling me horrible disgusting things like it was something I wanted to hear. To make matters worse, I've dated two guys and both of them attempted to use me for sex. So trust was not a given.
My family always says I look like my daddy. I had a really small nose, and full lips. People often said my best feature was my eyes. They werent any special color, but they were a bright brown color and almond shaped. Everyone saw all these things in me, but I couldnt see it when I looked in the mirror.
BACK TO THE TRAIN SITUATION, right? So I sat there listening to my music and the train suddenly stopped. The lights went out and I raised my eyebrow. Whats the freakin hold up? I have somewhere to be! I took out my headphones as an announcement passed through the train.
"I APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY, BUT THERE HAS BEEN A BLACKOUT AND ALL POWER IS UNAVAILABLE AT THE MOMENT. WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVIENIENCE AND WE WILL TRY TO GET THINGS BACK TO NORMAL IN A COUPLE OF HOURS. AGAIN I APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVINIENCE."
"Are you freaking kidding me?!" The boy and I both yelled at the same time. I stomped my foot down on the floor and rested my head up against the window.
Great...just...perfect.

Haha I like this! Is this 'criminal looking stranger' Justin Bieber...? Aha.

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That Boy Is A MONSTER...And it started with a popchip
I banged my head on the window repeatedly.
"Why?" *Bang* "Why?" *Bang* "Why?"
"Because we're some of the unluckiest people on earth." The boy next to me chuckled.
"This is not a laughing matter!" I squinted at him.
"No, but I've learned that laughing at rough situations can lighten the mood." He flipped his hair. He adjusted the sunglasses on his nose and tilted a bag in my direction.
"Want some?"
Barbeque Popchips...my favorite. But no, don't take food from strangers...but I mean he's like my age on a crowded train if he were gonna do anything he'd get caught. I hesitated, then cautiously took 2.
"Thanks." I half smiled. He shot me back a smile so white I thought I dying and moving towards the light. If that makes sense?
"You're kinda cute you know that?" He popped 2 Popchips in his mouth at one time.
"Excuse me, but I have no idea who you are."
He dusted his greasy hand on a napkin and raised it towards me.
"I'm Jason...Jason Bourne." I raised an eyebrow.
"Jason Borne huh?"
"Yea." His expression was so serious and I couldn't help but laugh. I decided to play along. When he was ready to tell me his real name I guess he would.
"I'm Naja, Naja Innis." I shook his hand.
"Nice name. What's the origin?" He asked. I blinked, no one's really ever asked me that before.
"Its muslim."
"Oh so you're muslim?"
I laughed shaking my head.
"No, I'm hispanic. Um, cuban and panamanian, and guyanese (If you wanna count that as hispanic) and all this other exotic stuff."
"I've never met a Panamanian before. Have you ever been?"
Jeez, he sure was a nosey little thing. I was gonna be stuck with him for a couple of hours, so why not get friendly?
"Um yea I went when I was fourteen. My grandmother had a house there so I stayed there for 3 weeks. I hated about 85% of the trip because it rained A LOT." I went on to tell him about the hike my grandmother took me on, and how I fell in a stream and lost my shoes in a muddy/clay mixture. The entire time he was following my every word and laughing when the time called for it. He did this thing where he's stare at me and I could feel it. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel them on me.
When I was done he took off his cap and flipped his hair.
"Wow."
"What about you, Stranger?"
"My life isn't very interesting."
"I'm sure its more interesting than mine." I smiled at him, trying to get him to tell me more.
"You have no idea." He shook his head chuckling.
"I'm sure I'd have one if you told me." I bit my bottom lip.
"You have adorable dimples." He flirted.
"Don't Change the subject, mister! And thank you." I laughed.
"Well...I live with my mom. My parents are divorced. And I love hockey. I was pretty good at it before I left Can-." He stopped himself
"You used to live in Canada? Why'd you leave?" I asked. He was quiet for a moment. Thinking?
"Its complicated."
I stole more of his popchips.
"Try me." I smiled.
"Naw you don't wanna hear my story."
"I do."
"Well...I kinda like to sing."
"Yet another thing we have in common, Stranger."
He smiled at me.
"You sing?"
"I dabble." I modestly stated. Holy **** I've known this guy for how long and I've already told him half of my life story.
"I wanna know about you. Tell me!"
I pouted my lips and he pouted back.
"How can I say no to that face?"
"You can't." I batt my eyelashes.
"Okay if I tell you something you promise not to scream?"
My mouth formed the shape of an 'O'.
"Oh my god! You killed someone."
He laughed and it sent chills down my body. The good kind. Not the "I-just-saw-my-dad-booty-pop" chill.
"No, I didn't kill anyone. Just, promise me you won't scream."
I pretended to zip my lips and lock the corner.
"Okay." He pulled up his hood and took of his sunglasses, his back facing everyone else.
"Well, look at that, its Justin Bieber." I play gasped, perfectly unamused.
"Why aren't you starstruck?" He pretend pouted.
"Hello? We're in New York. Seeing a celebrity here is like seeing sand on a beach."
"Oh...well then why am I hiding?" He went to take off his hood and I grabbed his hand. Tingly.
"Um...you don't wanna do that."
"And why's that Miss Naja?"
I looked behind us at the big group of girls wearing Justin Bieber tee shirts. They were sadly discussing the concert they were about to miss.
"Okay 1st, this place is swarming with tweens, second, you have a concert today."
"Damn it! I forgot! I'm supposed to be there practicing right now." He put his head and his hands.
"How do you forget you have a concert?"
"I don't know...I was just kinda preoccupied." He looked at his hands.
"What happened? Tell Dr. Naja." I frowned.
"Well..."
TO BE CONTINUED

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MISSION: BIEBER, LOCATION: 125TH STREET, HARLEM
"Well," he started, "me and my girlfriend have been having a lot of issues these days. Like there's been lots of drama between my fans and her."
I tried not to laugh. Craziness.
"What kind of drama?" I asked him, stealing more popchips.
"Death threats, cursing, insults....craziness."
My thoughts exactly.
"Well I mean what do you expect? You're an international popstar who constantly has girls clawing at each other to get to you. Pretty much any girl you date will be a target. Forget date! Any girl you're seen with will be dead meat."
We spoke in hushed tones for fear of being overheard.
"That's annoying." He mumbled. I pat his back.
"That's life, Bieber get used to it." I reached up to take my bag off of the overhead rack.
"So here's the deal, superstar..." I dug in my bag for my cell phone. I texted my dad

Stuck on train, will be few hour late. Love, Naja

"I'm gonna get you out of here." I stuffed my phone back in my bag and smiled at him.
"How are you gonna do that?" He asked, plucking a piece of lose fabric off of his hoodie.
"Walk towards the light at the end of the tunnel."
"What?"
"Just, come on. Trust me, nothing's gonna happen to you."
"What are you-" I hushed him and got up. I motioned for him to follow me and we walked to the end of the car. I opened the door to the car connector and walked into the tight section between the cars. He followed and closed the door behind us. It was hot and we were very close to each other. It was NOT fun.
"Are you afraid of rats or darkness?" I asked him.
"Are you suggesting that we walk back to 125th street?" His jaw dropped.
"Do you have any better ideas?" I put my hand on my hip. He was quiet.
"Okay then lets go." I grabbed his hand and we both jumped off the car connector. We kept to the wall as we walked down the tunnel away from the train.
"Its freaking hot in here."
"Well it is summer, superstar. Sorry the tunnel has no air conditioning." I joked, gently squeezing his hand.
"You're mean." He laughed.
"You like it."
We walked for what felt like an hour. We got to the end of the tunnel finally and into sunlight.
"FINALLY!" He let go of my hand and threw both hands in the air.
"We're not home free yet, hun." I looked to see where we were. There was a large wall separating us from the street on our left and right sides.
"We have to keep walking until the wall is short enough to hop."
He slapped his hand to his forehead and rolled his eyes.
"Will this never end?"
"Not until we get to 42nd street."
"And where are we now?"
I winced.
"125th street."
He groaned.
"I know I know, but we had no choice."
I pouted.
God today was gonna be a long day.

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