The Subway

The Journey begins

The Subway

Walking down a tunnel of gray, a group of people shuffle around with their luggage’s, and fidget through the tightly packed subway area. I incessantly look at the small barred clock above the office door. It was Christmas and I was late. Again. It’s not like I meant for this to happen. I woke up to my dog crapping on my pillow and my hamster half drowning in my dog’s water dish. Oh, let’s not forget the raccoon that slyly raided my fridge. You would think I would have much better luck on red hooded fat guy day, but no. No luck To Keaton Savage.

“Mom, where is the train! it’s been like a thousand years ugh!” said the little troll of a child.

“Holly, I can’t control the subway. Now come one shush, it’s Christmas”.

“ NO! I won’t miss Santa again!” she stomps in frustration.

For the sake of my sanity and all things good, I remembered the candy bar I bought at the drugstore. I lifted it out of my coat pocket. Pondering the logic of the situation, I decided to give the bar of chocolaty goodness to the little cute troll. It’s Christmas what the hell?

“Hey, I’m a secret agent from Santa and he told me specially to give this to you. Be a good girl for me and stop giving your mom a headache aye?”

“Thank you young man, you’re a godsend Mr..?”

“Savage. Keaton Savage.”

Oh my sweet buttery goodness. I just realized how sick of a spy name I could have.

“Don’t mention it, I was just ..Uh helping”. I say without looking.

I wait ten minutes. Then I heard the extremely tardy Subway coming my way. I pick up my backpack and re adjusted my glasses. I step in and sorta relax. Check the clock and guess what? Still late. I and turn right and found a seat behind an African American with a beret. On the opposite side was an old Asian guy with a he back pack and a large camera. In addition, he had a fashion sense relatable to any Phrat boy. Wannabe. This dude picked up the wrong American magazine. I wonder what would have happened if he got a Victoria’s secret catalog…

“Hey, dickface who you gawking at?” said the Asian man.

Shite, I was looking at him the whole time. Look cool Keaton, Don’t embarrass yourself. I just pretended I didn’t hear him and pretended to tie my shoe. Knowing, his watchful eye was glaring I nonchalantly focused my attention out the window. The tunnel lights zipped by like fire flies. I put my headphones in and put music on and nervously tapped my finger on my leg. I get off in 4 more stops. I remove the gift I got for Olivia out from my bag. It looked splendid. The same red wrapping with a rushed green bow on the top. It was small. Fitting in my hand mostly. Inside was a necklace shaped in the letters O & K. So no matter what, my gift would be OK. She wasn’t really the jewelry type but I think she will like this one.

Olivia and I starting dating when I met her at the skate park. She was wearing her usual Dark blue hoodie and black pants with her gorgeous blonde hair. She had these captivating green eyes that look like your wandering through a green luscious forest. She laughed like an angel of course. She was one of the populars though. While I was on the ramp with my skate bro Tittysprinkles, she came in around back with her friends and just sat there. Hardly a man on this green Earth can pay attention to skating when a squad of pretty girls around. So in all my manliness, I decided to give em a show. I put my board down, went down the ramp and did some stellar tricks. It went well. Actually better then well, she SMILED. It’s hard enough to get a girl to look at me, much less smile. Like I said it went well, until I got completely distracted by her and forgot that in the other side of the ramp was the fence. Yes, I did run into the fence, my attentive readers. After that she walked over and helped me up and asked if I wanted to hang out later. I am the man.

The intercom said my stop was next. I readied my things and made sure Olivia’s necklace was there. I got up and waited by the sliding doors. Holding one of the hand rails I waited for Fulton Street. I hope she wasn’t to mad. Thankfully Brad was going to be there. The sliding doors opened and I hurried off to the exit. Everyone was hugging their coats like Eskimos. The bitter cold biting at my ears. Following Then a little group of pigeons pecking at morsels of food by the curb and an ordinary Hungarian hotdog salesman trying to get me fat. I do say, his mustache was the highlight of my day though.

I arrive at a 3 story apartment building. The building itself couldn’t be “ Americas Top building model” but it was New York. Closing the door behind me and walking up 2 flights of unnecessary cramped stairs, I arrive at Room 213C. I knock tres times. No answer, I look at my watch annnd still late.

They must’ve left without me. D****t. Not today.. with Olivia…

I sighed and started to walk down the stairs. Feeling like I should eat my sandwich of shame. So I started to leave, but then from behind me; that pleasant sound of annoyingness.

“ Hey bruh, you gone be like dat, I shoulda ate you slice of cake. Get yo A*s in here home slice.” Laughed D’ Ante.

“ Where ya been? I almost had Sprinkles send a search party for you. Bet you liked me prank in the fried eh? “

Wait a minute. This Morning, I found wallet floating in jello. Such sinister plans needs no recollection.

“ D’ante, you dolphin nippling b*****d.” I hinted a smile.

We both laughed. He then led me into a room with my friends that are in the hearing my friend Robert telling one of his stories. He was "D'antes's little brother. He has a story telling pedigree. Hes such an exciting guy. hates presents which eludes me. If an individual had the actual ability to box a shark, he’d be the go to man for coolness. If any of his stories were believable.

Sitting down on a red recliner is my friend Fred. He has a think for not matching. Matching is a thing that connects him to “society’s predetermined choice of fashion” . He needs a voice in anything that has something relating to rights to all. Im pretty sure hes on “ Rights for Mosquito Kind” club. He also has a big tattoo of a crane on the left side of his neck. He says it’s a Chinese symbol of balance and tranquility. He finds symbols in everything. Thank you Google for your effectiveness. He also listens to smooth jazz. So hes a random character.

Next to him on a Red Sofa is Sydney. My right hand ma- woman when it comes to all things happy. A person can be happy and that’s great. She is just…like outing mentos in a Coke bottle. She will explode with optimism at you. D’Ante tried to make her mad by putting a squrriel in her bed while she was

sleeping and she pets it. Another thing about Sydney, shes really really pretty. So her fashion messes with Fred a bit. She has burnette hair and green eyes. Her parents are also rich, more on that later.

Then Phoenix sat on the floor next to her. We met at a Slipknot concert together. I didn’t willingly go but what the hell. She was in the back of the crowd telling her heart out. She was alone, so knowing the good person I am. I kept her company. We hung out after the concert and talked about the concert mostly. I couldn’t see her well in the dark of the stadium but she wore mostly black. She also had a lip ring on the left side of her lip and dark sine haircut. She had her own kind of personality. A “ no s**t” kind of personality. Its hilarious when she gets going.

On the last seat is Olivia. My bae and my babayyy. Shes best friends with Sydney. So, one can guess how I met Sydney. You know our amazing story already.

Lasstly but not least is my Best friend D’Ante. My African American friend who dreams of being a DJ someday and a future vacuum cleaner of microwaved foods. I just walked in and he already popped in Pizza rolls. I met him at Comic Con. He was Sazh from FFXIII we got stuck in line for 4 hours. Naturally we started to hang. Oh I forgot to mention, he has some colorful language sometimes.

“ Okay Biotches, Pizza rolls are hot and so re my pants. Lets get some Secret santa pumpin already!” Dante exclaims enthusiastically.

So captain punctual , why don’t you start first? You obviously have a small box with You. It OBVIOUSLY contains a toaster. So toast her buns hun” Said Phoenix gesturing my gift.

I don’t even know how to follow that comment. So I looked at Olivia and smiled. Hoping to God that my fly wasn’t down and gave her the gift.She opened and hardly looked at it for two seconds before she jumped at me and hugged me. This felt great.

“ I think this is more then an okay gift babe. Ill forget about you being late “ she smiled widely and then kisses me.

“ I think im gonna hurl. I honestly don’t understand Love. Get a room love bird”. Phoenix says as she reaches toward D’Ante for a pizza roll.

“ That’s because you couldn’t even get a pigeon to flirt with you “

“ Shuddup D’Ante. You’re the one to say. Your one date consisted of a bag of Doritos and a stupid Chick Flick” Phoenix teases D’Ante with.

“ A bag of Doritos aint eva hurt mah life”

So Phoenix had Fred. She got him a bra and a a pink shirt that said “ Worlds best grandma” . She also got him a gift card to a local spa It was a fitting gift. He was color blind so He only really cared about the words. We all laughed pretty hard.

“ What the hell is this? Are you like trying to convince me to becoming an old geezer hooker?” Fred said putting the Bra to his chest.

“ I think its pretty, the shirt really tells you love your grandma”. Sydney chimes in.

“ or he is one” I said.

“ D****t Keaton im a man with a reputation of being a tough and ruthless. You cant expect me to go to the spa” .

D’ante stands up and walks over to Fred and puts a hand on his shoulder. Trying to hold back his laughter.

“ Now at least you you get all the ladies. I recommend you stay away from the senior citizens”. He smirks. Fred chuckles.

“ Oh what the hell”

It went on like that, Sydney passed on her gift D’Ante. It was a no doubt a gift card to Apple bees and a stuffed panda. He picked up Sydney and twirled her around and she smiled. Olivia gave her gift to Sydney. They were earrings. Sydney loved them so she laughed her signature laugh. D’ante gave me his toaster. He forgot and he gave me a toaster. Hell ya, toaster for the win. Satisfied with my ft I relaxed. We laughed and just told jokes. I was sitting on the couch with my arm around Olivia as she talked to Sydney about some girl at school. I teased Fred about his collection of random neckties related to Tv shows. D’Ante put on a movie Dumb and Dumber. It was a good night that night. I could just rest my head into the soft pillow of peacefulness. Letting the small snowflakes outside fall one by one ever so peacefully. Letting the movie play on as I let the time pass with my family. It started out sucky but ended on a high note. It was the perfect night. So I thought.

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© 2015 Matthew James Ginn

Author's Note

It will still go under further review but i hope you like it! it is my first connection with the book. All rights to characters are mine. Enjoy!

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Lizardo

I'm really looking forward to this, Teenagers hanging around? This is awesome! But i'll wait for more of this :) I did enjoyed first chapter a lot, I'm looking forward to next one!! :D