The Final Hoo-Ra

The “Last” Creative Writing Story. : [

I grasped her hand as we walked up the subway stations stairs. The noises coming from all around us, seeming to engulfing the atmosphere around us. A man screaming, a fire truck’s siren going off from the next street over, as well as the police cars siren squealing where we belonged. New York City.

“J. Can you believe it? We made it, into the town of our dreams. The great white way.!” Brandy exclaimed as we made our way down forty-second street, and into the heart of times square. She could hardly contain her excitement, if my hand wasn’t attached to her, she would most likely be jumping up and down.

“It’s not like we haven’t been here before, Brandy. We are only here for you to see the theater for Midnight Madness. It’s not like we one here for good.” I said dragging her along the street.

“Don’t crush my hopes and dream J.” she said playfully.

“I’m not, I’m just letting you know that we are here to see the theater. You won’t officially be here for another year, maybe even too.” I continued as we walked along.

Smiling we walked along the street. Looking as if we were a couple instead of two best friends.

“So Last time we were here together we saw Spring Awakening. It was amazing, remember?” I asked Brandy as we turned onto, forty-ninth street.

“Ya.Ya. LOOK! It’s the theater.” Brandy said as she began running to the middle of the street. Grabbing my hand I almost lost balance as we headed down the street. “We’re here. The future home of Midnight Madness!” she shouted jumping up and down. People began to look at us as if Brandy had lost her mind.

“I don’t know you” I said sarcastically, as I turned a way from you.

“Oh, Shut it.” She said as she grabbed my hand. “We made it!”

“You made it.” I said correcting her.