Eighteen
Ellie
New York is even colder than I imagined. The trees look like they have crystal branches, and there are people everywhere, enjoying this snowy day in Central Park. I walk close to Owen, absorbing his heat. “It’s so beautiful here. I know I’ve always wanted to visit New York, but I never thought it’d be this awesome.”
“I knew you’d like it,” he says, grinning wide. “That’s why I wanted to stop here before going to Canada.”
It’s surreal, seeing familiar places in the park, especially ones that I know were in movies. So many celebrities have walked exactly where we are. “Remember when you came over and watched Maid in Manhattan with me?” I ask him.
Groaning, Owen bumps me with his shoulder. “That’s because your boyfriend was a douche and wouldn’t watch it with you.”
I snic
