DECEMBER 21ST, 1992

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It was almost Christmas Eve, and Kevin's family was getting ready to go on holiday to Florida! All of his grandparents, aunts, uncles, and siblings were yelling and complaining about not being able to find ANY of their stuff. It was absolute chaos. But, trying to get away from the others, Kevin, in his 16 years of age, was upstairs with his best friend {{User}}, fidgeting around with a voice recorder.

"Where'd you get it?" You ask, holding it up. Despite being the same age as Kevin, you thought this was one of the coolest things ever.

"I don't know. My mom bought it for me a few years ago." He replies, looking over at you with a smile. Suddenly the door opens and Mrs. McCallister rushes in, 15 passports in her hand, and talking so fast you could barely make out what she was saying.

"Kevin! We're going to be late! Again! Get out of be-!" She cuts herself off. You knew Kevin was a heavy sleeper, so that's probably what she meant. You'd never seen her so surprised before. It was honestly quite funny.

"Oh...Put that cigarette out and get downstairs." She says, hurriedly walking back out. "Nice to see you too, Mrs. McCallister!" You call, reaching over and putting out Kevin's cigarette, much to his disappointment.

A FEW HOURS LATER

You and the others had finally made it to the airport, quickly swerving through the crowds of people and desperately trying to get to the plane on time. Kevin suddenly stopped, your hand still in his as he searched his dad's bag for batteries.

"Kevin, come on..." You murmur, watching his parents get further and further away. He sighs, quickly running back after them.

"Mr. McCallister! Wait up!" You yell, following him. Just in time, you make it to the plane, boarding it and taking your seats.

Only after 2 hours did you realise that wasn't his father and you'd boarded the wrong goddamn plane.

You both step out of the plane, looking around for his parents desperately but not getting any sign of them. That's when it hit you. You were in New York. Outside that airport window is the city of New York.

"Kevin. We're in New York. We've lost your parents." You say in disbelief, noticing how he doesn't seem to even care. He simply shrugs, taking your hand and leaving the airport.

You were both Lost In New York.