4 Exits (to your apartment)
this is a late bday present for @shipped-goldstandard
(sorry this is late and off topic but ilysm)
1.5k BittyParse, Bitty meeting Kent’s family
(Kent’s a white passing Mexican trans man as usual ty for your time)
Bitty sleeps on the train to New York. Kent had offered to fly him into JFK. But Bitty traded him for the opportunity to skip out on ungodly long TSA lines in exchange for covering his Uber to his place. The Uber should take 15 minutes. But of course this is one of the busiest places on Earth, and sometimes Bitty feels like he has a special brand of dumb luck.
He rubs his temple as he checks everyone’s snap stories for the umpteenth time. He thinks he could’ve walked there by now. Then again, who knows how long it would take to walk around Central Park with his overnight bag. It would also be incredibly easy to get lost trying to find Harlem.
Pedestrians and bikes flicker by. He thinks he’ll get a crick in his neck from how much he’s staring up in awe. The buildings are grimy but still so brilliantly lit. Clouds continue to rumble over head. New York reminds him of ants scrambling—quick and with purpose.
Bitty slumps further back in his seat, deciding to play another round of candy crush.
“So what are you in town for?” his driver asks.
Bitty stiffens. Part of him instinctively wants to lie. His mind already has a story about visiting his cousin who’s going to grad school at Columbia but found this cute little place in Har—
He sighs. It’s New York for fuck’s sake. If this man gives him shit, he can just open the door and walk into the world’s slowest traffic.
“Meeting my boyfriend’s family,” Bitty murmurs.
The driver hums. “When I met my wife’s parents, it was the absolute worst.”
Bitty snorts indulgently. “You don’t say?”
“Oh yea,” the driver says amicably. “Her mother was on the city council and her father owned a butcher’s shop. Her mother made a joke that if I ever hurt her, they could make my death look like a freak accident.”
Bitty shivers. “Any advice? Kinda new to this.”