The train ride
"So you moved here from Tennessee?"
"Yeah. I've wanted to live in New York all my life, though; god, I was so jealous of Jennifer. But I got accepted into art school here, and once Jen turned 18, we bought an apartment together. So it works out really well."
"Oh. I grew up in Jersey, but right now I'm staying with my friend Ray. He moved to Manhattan a few years ago to work for a record label."
"Do you miss Jersey?"
"Yes. It's a shitty place, but it's home. There's not a lot of places you can call home. You miss Tennessee?"
"Yup. Um, where do you work again?"
"Aaron Brothers, it's an art store. It's really great because they give discounts to art students, and since it's high-quality supplies, the pay is like $25 an hour."
"That is exactly what I need."
"It's pretty great."
"Oh, Jennifer's /boy toy/. He's the drummer in her band, and I think that the entire situation is horrible. They won't last into next week, trust me."
"She's in a band? That was always her dream, be in a band. Are they good?"
"Duh. She's a really great singer, and the guitarists are awesome."
"Yeah... So what kind of music do you like, considering what an amazing voice you have?"
"Oh, stop that. Uh, I've been really into Smashing Pumpkins for a while. They're my favorite."
"Yeah. 1979 is my anthem."
"... We need to get married right away."
"Nothing. Ooh, here's our stop."
"Come on, Amanda. We can probably stop at Starbucks later if we get there early."
A/N: Writing from the airport in Miami. The police have search dogs and they've been sniffing my dad.
Anyway, I've never had a romantic interest, so I'm not sure how this whole relationship thing works.
The conversation seemed hella awkward, didn't it.
I'm crying because I don't even know where this story is going.