Lacy/Malcolm - Jennifer Phlem

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I am lost!!

I should have never stopped listen that tour guide, while taking pictures. I just wanted to show all my friend back home how they never should compare America to Sydney. I mean, we have the city and then, the sea!! How more beautiful can it be?! And the beaches are not that far away from school, so we can go and relax...

Great, now I'm lost and homesick!

New York is such a big city and people rush from one place to another without saying 'hello' or even waving at other people. Everyone is on their phones, texting, talking or listening to music. Their looks are kind of void and they share no expressions whatsoever. I've been pushed around several times, and no one had even said 'sorry'. Honestly, I'm terrified of asking for help... What if they scream at me for interrupting them?

Oh, I'm a lost case: lost, homesick and ready to burst in tears.

"How could you forget the blueprints?" I heard a voice coming my way. Doesn't sound menacing, though it sounds a little angry at whoever that voice was talking to. I tried to look like I knew where I was going, which was a complete lie, as all I wanted to do was to curl up in a corner and cry "I don't even want to be in the room when Miranda and Nyssa find out-"

"Luckily for my skin, I just remember now and not while I was in the meeting with the workers, uh?" Another voice replied, and sounded more relaxed than the first one. I timidly glanced up, hoping that I could ask those people about my location.

The voices were easily identifiables. The first one was a girl, who was no older than twenty or something, though she looked like she could be younger, because of the way she was dressed. Jeans and shirt don't give age right away, but the two blonde piglets in how her hair was stylized could be a dead giveaway. She had perfect skin and her eyes were beautiful.

The second voice belonged to a guy, probably around the same age than the girl. He was taller than the girl and his blonde hair seemed to be combed to the side, though the wind moved it around carelessly. He was wearing a slightly old brown suit that was trapping him, along with a shirt and tie that was trying to get loose from his neck. It was pretty obvious that he didn't choose the outfit for this day.

Both of them looked approachable.

"Um, excuse me...?" I talked, timidly to them, when they were close enough to my current spot. The girl was the first one looking at me and, even though she must have thought it was weird for someone to stop them, she gave me a small smile "I was wondering if you, um... If you could..."

"Do you need our help?" the girl asked, and that was all I could take. I started to nod frantically, before hiding my face in my hands and crying.

"I got s-separated from my-y gr-group..." I sobbed at them, not caring if they left me on my own again. Surprisingly, a pair of arms were wrapped around me and rubbing up and down my arms.

"There, there..." the girl whispered, trying to sooth me "We'll find your group..."

"Of course we will..." the guy assured us, making me look up, timidly, with my red eyes "New York may be a scary and big place, but everything is found easily if you know someone... And luckily for you, we know this city very well..." I finally managed to smile a little and nodding back.

"T-thanks you..." I thanked them, trying to dry my tears. The girl was quickly doing that for me with a tissue.

"Alright, sweetie... I'm Lacy and this is my friend, Malcolm... What's your name?" the girl asked me, not stopping from cleaning my face.

"Je-Jennifer..." I hiccuped slighly, trying to be back to normal again.

"Alright, Jen- can I call you Jen?" I nodded at her. She could call me 'Pooky' if she got me back to my group! "Alright, Jen... Can you tell us when was the last time you saw your group?" Immediately, the guy, Malcolm, had grabbed my map and was reading it, ready to point the location.

"We were at the Museum..."

"Well, we're not far away from the MET..." Malcolm pointed out on the map "Only a few blocks from here... What I'm surprise is that one has come to search for you... We aren't that far away..."

"The guide moved so fast..." Oh, now, here come the tears again... I was in a hug at the second.

"Malcolm, that doesn't help much..." Lacy scolded him, with a frown, still rubbing my arms "How about I take Jen here to the museum and you go get your blueprints before your girlfriend and your business partner strangle the life out of you..." Malcolm paled at the mention of the girlfriend and the business partner and nodded, handing Lacy my map.

"You'll have to excuse me, but work calls" he smiled weakly, before nodding in goodbye and leaving.

"Now, you and I will search for your group and I'll be having words with that guide of yours..." That, for some reason, made me giggle, which made Lacy giggle and dry the few tears that were left down my cheeks "C'mon..." she encouraged me, walking along me.

"Won't you be in trouble for not going with him...?"

"Nah, Malcolm will explain... If he does remember where he left his head..." she joked, earning another set of chuckles between us.

If all people are like this every time I get lost, I should get lost more often... But, next time, I will try it closer to home and in a place I'm more familiar with, just in case.

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