Story - chapter one

so as I said in my first post I'd like to start posting chapters to a story of mine that I'm writing on here. It started out as a fan-fiction (based on ryan ross) but I thought that was kind of silly so I changed it up.

This story is about a girl named Laney and how she is trying to create a new life for herself in an old place after just losing her job and apartment on an attempt to leave home. Her best friend Kali takes her in, and while she is back in Vegas she see's her first love. As you would have it fate throws them together again, but Ryan, her love, has changed a lot since she's last seen him. Fame and the land of the fake people has made him a demanding jerk who doesn't know how to appreciate what he has. So while Laney is still trying to figure herself out she decides to take on a mission she might not be able to handle: Ryan.

If no one likes it I'll stop posting chapters, if they do, chapter's will come more rapidly:) So if you like it, be sure to let me know & yell at me if I start to slack off on posting.


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"Laney, you can not give your parents the satisfaction of you coming home!" Kali screamed into my ear. I want you to know that first of all, I am not deaf; my friend just likes to fly off the handle. Second of all, she is absolutely and completely right. My parents would get sick pleasure if I came home and admitted that I should’ve listened to them and that, yes, moving away was a very bad idea. But that doesn’t mean that I’m to proud to do it. They were right, moving was a bad idea. All it has brought is trouble, trouble, trouble and I didn’t want to sick around to see what the hell was going to be next in my life here.

I sighed, "You don't get it. I just lost my job and my only form of transportation is walking. As in I'm to poor to ride the bus! And, hello, woke up to an eviction notice. Number three might I add." I shook my head, thinking of how sad my poor little life had become. I’m not really sure exactly who or what really convinced me to move here, the middle of nowhere in a shabby apartment (more like hotel.) It was like I just woke up one day and said to myself, “hey! I know what would make my life that much worse.” I’ll admit I was being a tiny bit over-dramatic, but put your self in my situation. You wouldn’t be a happy camper either, let me tell you.

"I've said it once and I'll say it again, you can come live with me! And don't worry about paying rent; you can work it off at the diner. I swear, just don't go back to your parents,” she told me with excitement in the edge of her voice.

Kali had been asking me to live with her ever since she found out what kind of place I was staying in. And I knew why she didn't want me to go back to the parentals. My mom is what someone might call a “marriage nazi.” All she can think about is me giving her grandchildren and getting married before I get old and gray. I suppose she felt like her life was a failure when she married my dad, but if you ask me she has her priorities messed up. I should be the one trying to get married, not her. She should be looking at retirement homes for me to put her happy ass in. My father is a completely different story. I think that if my mom and I let him he would just sit in his comfy chair and drool all day. Kali knew that one more trip to them would break me.

"I don't know, Kali. It's just-"

"Pack your stuff, I'll be there to get you on Wednesday, and I won't take no for an answer. You're coming back to Vegas," she told me with conviction. Before I could even get in half a syllable she hung up the phone. Kali was taking charge, and I couldn’t help but be grateful.

Vegas, the place I grew up in, I had been threw hell and back there, and then some. It was basically a shiny insane asylum with to many people and to much money… I couldn’t wait to go back.

I turned to the people in the store who had kindly let me use their phone. I gave them a quick “thank you” and a smile, and then turned to leave. A mouthwatering aroma hit me like a tidal wave and I gave a yearning look at some hot-looking melty doughnuts. Then I remembered the only thing in my pockets was lint. There was more sighing, this time longingly, as I exited the store.

Walking the streets at night was never the smartest idea but how else was I supposed to get around? I looked down at the cracked sidewalk that led to my oh-so-lovely apartment. There was random trash and odd (sometimes gross) things thrown all over the place, you’d never guess what kind of stuff people are always losing. I swiftly walked up to my door and got out my key. Then I noticed it. Just in case I hadn’t seen the neon green letter taped to my door this morning, there was another one. EVICTION NOTICE was written in huge letters across the paper. It was like they wanted everyone who had the misfortune to walk by to notice it. Almost seemed a bit…ignorant. But then again, I was the one who didn’t pay the rent; I guess after a few months of that they were allowed to get ignorant.

I walked inside the shabby crap hole and did a flying leap onto the bed. It wasn’t the sturdiest piece of equipment, but it was better than nothing. I lied on my back and looked up at the water stains on the ceiling. They were all different kinds of shapes and sometimes made me feel like I was at a psychologist’s office looking at inkblots. I rolled back over onto my stomach and closed my eyes, completely exhausted from the day’s adventures. I suppose the upside to not having a job anymore is that I could have all day to pack and get rid of anything I didn’t want anymore. Oh the fun.

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Not having much to choose from I did the best I could in the outfit department. I wanted to look like I wasn’t doing as bad as I sounded when Kali finally got here. I had just put on my shoes when my stomach growled. I growled back, you know you’re in the bad when you literally have no food. I looked at the four boxes of stuff I now owned and the empty apartment around me. I had taken care of those damn eviction notices this morning thank god. I told Nick, my landlord, that I’d be sending him a check in the mail and that I would not be around anymore for him to harass. It was, for the most part, a sweet moment of victory for me.

There was knocking at my door and I jumped up from my sitting position on the floor. My heart started pounding and my hands started shaking. I hadn’t seen Kali in such a long time, what if she was completely different from how she used to be. What if we got on each others nerves? My mind started coming up with 100 million different scenarios. Then the door opened and a head popped in.

Kali stepped into the apartment and opened her arms with a squeal. She had a huge smile on her face that practically blinded me. I ran over to her and we jumped into a hug.

“Kali! I’m so happy to see you!” I told her. We left the hug and stepped back to take a good look at each other. She was still taller than me and had her natural red hair stick strait, just hitting her shoulders. She had a crap load of makeup on that 5 years ago she wouldn’t be caught dead in and an outfit that probably cost about 90 dollars more than mine.

"It's been so long since I've seen you girl," Kali said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I know.” I felt bad about it, too. I had hardly kept contact with her since I moved away from my parents. I couldn’t wait to catch up with her and see what all I’d missed.

We loaded up all of my things into her cute little car and then we hit the road. I didn’t feel any remorse for the place that had been my private prison for the past six months. I was ready for a new start in an old place.