Collide Prt. 9
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Prompt: Riley Matthews is a struggling writer who works as a bartender to pay off her student loans. Lucas Friar is a rich kid from Texas who’s lost his way. One night fate brings them together causing their two different worlds to collide.
A/N: Chapter 8 left off with Lucas’ POV and the advice he was getting from his older sister so this chapter I wanted to be completely in Riley’s POV where she gets advice. This part is Riley centric. It’s basically a filler part before the final chapter 10. I hope this is okay.
Word Count: 1,884 (short one)
Part 9 - “Courage & Fear.”
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The last 24 hrs. haven’t exactly been my favorite. Somehow in a days’ worth of time, I’ve managed to embarrass myself in front of a bunch of wealthy strangers, lost my boyfriend and to top it all off, I’m pretty much homeless now. My roommate is finally moving in with her boyfriend and while I was expecting, waiting even, for this day to come, it still hit me like a ton of bricks.
After Isadora and Farkle broke the news to me about moving out, I just wanted some time alone. For the past few months Lucas had become my safe haven, whenever I was having an off day I’d call him up or ask him to come over but I couldn’t do that this time. I had to find a new safe haven.
I know if I go home, my parents will pressure me into moving back in with them which is the last thing I want to do. I still wasn’t comfortable enough to turn to Maya and I knew Zay would be there with her, so he was out of the picture too. Josh was busy crashing on mom and dad’s couch and Uncle Eric lived too far away to visit; but there was one person left.
I snuck back into my apartment when I knew Farkle and Izzy would be sleeping, grabbed a bag with spare clothes, my toiletries, purposely left my phone, grabbed my wallet and headed off into the night.
The three hour car journey from Brooklyn to Boston wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. Driving offered a clear mind which was exactly what I needed. Once I arrive, I do my best to find my destination based on memory. Eventually I see it.
The Museum of Fine Arts.
I quickly check my appearance in the car mirror, making sure I actually still look human and nervously shuffle out the car.
The museum is different from what I remembered. I used to come up here in middle school to visit my aunt and in my mind it was a lot bigger. But still just as intimidating.