Forever Mine (Roommate Duet 0.5)(35)

Savannah: I’m supposed to meet Donny in Times Square at two. But I’m thinking about canceling. It’ll be full of tourists anyway. Maybe I’ll just play with myself in bed all day until you come back to me…





Hayden: Well I wasn’t planning to walk into my meeting hard, but thanks to you now I am…





I can hear his groan in my mind and laugh as I think about him adjusting himself.

Savannah: Ha! Sorry about that ;)





Hayden: I’m sure you are.





Savannah: Text me after your meeting! I’m gonna hop into the shower. I’ll be thinking of you…





Hayden: Goddammit, Sav.





I chuckle, throwing the blankets off and walking to the bathroom. It’s only ten, which means I have time to take a long, hot shower. Times Square on a Saturday in the middle of June is going to be tourist central, but Donny has some street performing gig he wants me to watch. He does it for extra cash with a few other people we’ve done shows with before.

Donny: You still coming today?





I read his message after I wrap a towel around my body and contemplate my answer before responding. I’m off today, which is a miracle, and another reason I’m bummed Hayden’s traveling this weekend. There’s nothing else to do, but I could spend the entire day in bed binging Netflix for once.

Savannah: I don’t know… I’m feeling sad and lazy.





Donny: You can be sad and lazy on the sidelines watching me. Plus, I need you to record it for my Instagram.





Savannah: Can’t William do that for you?





Donny: He’s in Cali this week, remember? He comes home Monday, though :)





I laugh at his smiley face, knowing exactly what that implies. They’re so sickly in love, and I’m actually really happy for him.

With a groan, I type out a response.

Savannah: Fine! You’re buying me dinner then.





Donny: Meat on a stick?





Savannah: Funny. Keep your meat to yourself. I want real food.





Donny: Fine, 2pm in front of the Ernst & Young building. Don’t be late.





I send him back a middle-finger emoji.

Luckily, that’s not a far walk from me. Living close to the Theater District means I’m never too far from anything in the city.

I have a small lunch, finish getting ready, then leave my apartment at 1:30. The sidewalks are packed as usual, but people stop in front of me every twelve seconds to take pictures of the buildings and screen displays, causing me to nearly collide into them.

Deciding I’ve had enough, I walk on the street to bypass the crowd and then get back on the sidewalk. Once I’ve reached where Donny told me to go, I look around and search for him. I see him in front of Starbucks, and he waves me over.

“I want you to get a good view, so stand around here and wait a few minutes.”

Narrowing my eyes, I look around in confusion.

“Wait for what? I thought you were doing a street performance?”

“I am…” he simply answers. “Is your phone all charged?”

“Yes,” I say, sliding it out from my back pocket. “You want me to record the whole thing or just focus in on you?”

“The whole thing.” Donny pauses. “Well, maybe a little of just me.” He snickers.

Laughing, I shake my head at him and adjust my purse, pulling it back up on my shoulder. Being a New Yorker means wearing comfortable shoes and a shoulder-strap bag or purse.

“Alright, see you in a sec.” Donny leans in to kiss my cheek, then flashes me a wink before he takes off. I suck in a deep breath, wondering what he has planned.

A few minutes go by when I hear a bass beat thump and vibrate against my feet. Figuring something’s about to happen now, I get my phone ready. Someone starts breakdancing on the sidewalk, and people form a half circle around him. The guy a foot away from me jumps in and starts dancing right as the song “Uptown Funk” begins playing. Just as Bruno Mars talks about Michelle Pfeiffer in the lyrics, three more people around me pop out, and it’s then I know exactly what’s happening. Flash mob.

Laughing, I back up to get them all on video, waiting for Donny’s appearance. I look around, wondering when he’s going to pop out. The dancers clap to the rhythm and get the crowd excited and involved. I’ve seen him do a few flash mob dances in the past ten years, but I recognize more faces than usual. All the dancers are from past shows Donny and I have done, and everything is choreographed so well.

Right after the chorus of the song, it blends into another one, but slower. “All of Me” plays and more performers appear, rocking together in slow movements. It’s hypnotic to see the girls I personally know twirl around, and the guys lift and swing them in circles. The smile on my face feels permanent as I watch them.

Donny finally pops out when John Legend starts singing the chorus. He looks so focused, yet he’s grinning like a fool. I shout his name and add a few hoots and hollers, so he can hear me over the music.