When we arrived at Central Park, the snowing had stopped, but it left the park covered beautifully in white. Snow fluttered off of treetops as wind blew, giving the image of a true snowfall. I stood still in awe, mostly because I didn't know what else to do. I'd never been there before, and would probably get lost if I walked behind a single tree. Although, that clearly wasn't the right thing to do, because when I turned around I was alone.
My heart began to race. Thoughts blew through my mind like a tornado.
Where should I go? Should I stay here? Yell out a name? Call the cops? Head back home on the subway? Cry?
"Um... Izzy?" I heard someone say.
I whipped myself back around. "Yes?"
It was Kyle. He was looking at me, confused. "Why are you still here? We all went to Starbucks to get hot chocolate, remember?"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you." I blushed, and followed him across the street.
"Don't worry about it." He shrugged. "It's pretty loud and Ty talks quietly." He held the door open as we went inside. It was warm, crowded, and smelled strongly of coffee. I was pretty much in heaven, considering I was a young coffee enthusiast. It was a bit of a stretch from my town's Dunkin Donuts, but quite pleasing. I stepped in line next to Mickey.
"Oh my god, Izzy, I was freaking out I thought we lost you!" She said, and embraced me with a tight hug.
"Jeez, calm down Mick!" Kyle exclaimed.
"Sorry, sorry." She let go and smiled at me. "So what do you want to get? Shawn's paying."
"Since when?" Shawn turned himself around and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Since I'm broke." Mickey crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. I gave that look to Mark all the time.
"Fine." He said.
Mickey sighed, and turned to me. "Brothers. But you know how it is, right?"
"He's your brother?" My eyes widened.
"Yeah, you didn't know that?"
"No." I looked at Shawn, then Mickey. They looked very much alike. "But I should have inferred."
Before she could reply, my stupid ringtone of Jamie singing (which Jamie set) blasted.
"Sorry!" I said, frantically, digging through my large jacket pockets for my iPhone. I picked up, stupidly, without checking who it was. "Hello?" I walked off the line to try to escape any noise.
"Hello, Isabella." It was Jamie. Of course.
"It's actually Isabel. Just because you guys ganged up on me and I barely have any friends anymore, doesn't mean you can't still call me Izzy."
"Fine, Izzy. You want to be friends again?"
"No, not really."
That Jamie was always immature and dramatic. I was only ever friends with her by association.
"You'll have to quit the band."
"Izzy, you never respected my dreams! I have always supported you in whatever you wanted to do!"
"Jamie, I wanted to be a keyboardist, and you told me that I wouldn't be famous because you would steal all of the fame in the world."
"That's because I have always been more serious than you! I care about my future! My dreams-,"
"Cut all of the dream crap, Jamie!" I was now yelling. "I want to be part of this band!"
"We're not necessarily a band." Ty said, handing me a hot chocolate. He must've heard me yelling. "We're a musical group."
"I have been informed it is a musical group!" I told Jamie, after mouthing "Thank you" to Ty. "And you have never been supportive of me! I'm allowed to do what I want! You aren't the boss of me anymore."
"Because of you I won't be famous!" Jamie had begun to cry.
"Jamie, with that voice you wouldn't have been famous anyway. I've heard better! Much better! If I want to play keyboard in the street and sing sometimes, too, I will!"
"My voice is amazing, Isabel Tammin Leaghton!"
"No it's not, Jamilla Ava Garcia." Hey, if she wanted to go all middle name then I would, too.
"NEVER MIND I'LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU!" She sang, loudly, amidst tears.
"Jamie, shut up! I'm going to play keyboard in No Gravity. And I will sing occaisionally. You are going to have to find something else to do when you grow up, because singing is not your thing. I know you won't miss me too much."
"I WISH-," She started to continue her spontaneous bad singing, but I hung up and deleted her number.