An Orange For My Love

I
“Here she comes Adrian!” Thaisa pointed as an airhostess [blue hat] walked backwards down the aisle dragging a trolley full of air-food all neatly wrapped up in separate packages all neatly in order.
“I don’t think I could eat some of that junk!” he leant over and whispered in his cousin’s ear as the strong arm of the huge [fat] hostess reached in front of him. She gave Adrian a dirty look and quickly moved on to the next couple of window seats.
“We should’ve traveled British Airways.” Thaisa moaned, “They give you Cadbury’s [milk] chocolate.”
“Ah ha, I’ve got more peas!”
“Gawd, this is so pov [ass].”
“Oh, yeah!” Adrian flung three peas off his fork and into the hair of someone a few rows in front. Thaisa giggled then pulled her face straight.
“Grow uu-uuup!”
“Let’s think about it this way,” Adrian started “It’s a pov flight or going to New York broke.”
“Yes, I know, I know, I was at the travel agency too!” Thaisa turned to eat her slop and Adrian [needed a learning curve] grunted.

“Excuse me,” an American accent grabbed their attention. “But would either of you like juice?”
“Got any Orange juice?” Thaisa was hopeful.
“Sorry, only grape, apple, or pineapple.”
“No thanks.”
“Ok, you Sir?” she addressed Adrian.
“Ah, no, er…thanks.
“Ok!” this [bimbo] woman was too cherpy for her own good.
“Have a nice day!” Adrian said in a high pitched voice and [pansy] waved. The lady turned around and with exuberance thanked him for such an amazingly polite boy, and wished him all the best in his stay in New York. Adrian turned around tongue in cheek and waited a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
“Behave my child!” Thaisa bent her [put on] voice around and brought it back down.
“How’d you do that?”
“Practice.”

II
“Yea Goddes…look at that!” Adrian’s noise pressed against his window.
“It’s…it’s…huge.”
“Look at the [grey] buildings! My god! It goes on forever.”
“It’s hell.” Thaisa had seen big cities; she’d been to [big] Sydney hundreds of times, but nothing like this.
“This is definition of infinity, watch the skyline, beyond that the suburbs go on for what feels like [a thousand] years.”
“It’s a never ending lump of…humanness.”

III
“Were to now O cousin mine?” she checked her watch [afternoon].
“Well Thaisa mine, we get out of this [JKF] airport.”
“Cab?”
“Money, honey, let’s save.”
“C’mon that is truly pov [ass] we don’t need to scrimp so much this trip becomes a chore.”
“Ok, Ok…where to first?” Adrian jumped up on top of their luggage on the trolley it rolled.
“The [insane] Raskies.”
“You seriously are going to visit those [lesbian] girls?”
“Sure! Why not?”
“They’re strange!” he wiggled.
“We’ve never met them.”
“Exactly you can’t trust everyone on the Internet.”
“Well they’re the only people we know in the entirety of this entire city.” She ran her [tired] fingers through her hair.
“There are more people in this city then there are in the whole of the [big flat] brown land.”
“We better phone some of the [big land] brown land people, they’ll be wondering about the flight.” Adrian was wheeled to the closest phone. “Shit, what in hell is a quarter?”
“Isn’t it money?” Thaisa fiddled with her clothes, and fixed [groomed] herself.

IV
Adrian and Thaisa walked out of the foreign exchange, each a little surer of themselves now they had access to the universal language [money].
“Now people have a reason to mug us.” Adrian [exhausted] sighed, Thaisa pulled a face, she was thinking the same thing, but daren’t voice it. They pushed their trolley around for a few more minutes until it smashed into a sign.

‘Inter-city buses’

“That’s an idea!” Thaisa pointed at the map.
“Where do those people live?” Adrian jumped off the trolley and pulled it off the bending sign. Thaisa pulled a piece of [scribbled] paper out of her wallet.
“Here,” she handed it to her cousin.
“Thai!” he moaned “You don’t even know if this is in the city or halfway across the state in the never-ending [infinity] suburbs.”
“Oh, forget it!” Thaisa was [embarrassed] angry that this trip was unorganized. She picked up her hiking backpack and walked away from the sign.
“What are you doing?” Adrian did the same, leaving the trolley on it’s lonesome for someone else to trip over.
“Look,” she pointed at the YHA sign. “Dad might’ve been listening when I asked him to book it,”
“He prolly completely forgot, you didn’t push it!”
“Even so, it’s a safe place to stay, we can see if there are any rooms left.”

They crossed the busy walkway, and waited behind a couple.
“Hi guys, what can I do for you?”
“Are there any hostels near…” Thaisa stuttered, near what? What places did she know of in the Big Apple?
“Central Park?” Adrian butted in.
“Sure guys, we’ve got the…” he rabbited on about [crap] what the central hostel was like.
“Where is it exactly?” Adrian cut the advert.
“Central Park West is here and you follow this street along, through here and a few blocks down.” The guy pointed at the map on the wall.
“What vacancies do you have?”
“I’ll check my computer honey.” The guy turned away and erratically started typing.
“Look at that,” Adrian pointed out the price list on the wall “Double rooms cost a bomb each.”
“We could make it if we went a four-share.” Thaisa looked at the price list. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two girls also looking at the list also, one of the caught her eye and instead of looking away approached Adrian and Thaisa.
“I couldn’t help but over hear you guys,” she started Adrian turned around realised the [awkward] conversation. “But we were wondering if you could go in a four-share deal with us.”
“We don’t know if we can afford the double share deal either.” The other girl [panicky] cut in. Adrian and Thaisa looked at each other; Adrian raised an eyebrow.
“Why not?”

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