California Summer

A small town girl, Trinity moves to Calabasas to spend the summer with her dad and his 'new family'. During the summer, Trinity meets Paris, a girl that will change her life completely and introduce her to the "life". This life is full of wanty rappers, seductive pop stars and wild brats. Will this be a summer Trinity will remember or one she won't be able to
© 2014-2015


8. Better Off Together.

 Paris parks in front of my house, "Do you wanna come inside?" I ask unbuckling my seat belt

She burst into laughter, "And get killed, no thanks." 

"Mmhm Paris I thought you were all about dying young." I smirk at her. 

"Ladies and gentlemen the art of badass-ary," She is seriously high on 'the addiction' and I too could possibly be under the influence. We laugh aloud together until my sides hurt. 

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ 

I should leave the room, at least go to the bathroom like any sane person. It isn't like I'm trapped physically. I jump out of bed and tip-toe towards the door. My hand hovers over the doorknob as I summon up the courage, then out of no-where the door flies open sending me to the floor. It was quite dramatic.

"Oh my gosh Trinity." The British accent. Through blurred vision I see Allen's muscular build,"Are you okay?" 

No. "Of course I'm fine." You know, I just got knocked out, but I'm okay. He helps me into my bed. Well there goes my great escape into the living room. Softly, Allen brushes loose strands of hair out of my face. My head throbs. 

"I'm really sorry. I was just going to let you know everyone was going out for dinner if you wanted to come." 

"Oh. I will pass, maybe next time," I say lightly. 

"Trin are you okay. Allen what happened." Oh look, dad. 

Birds! I see multi-colored birds flying around the room. "I opened up the door and it hit her... accidentally."

"Well we are going to be late, Allen you mind staying to help her." With that he leaves the room like a totally concerned father. After years you would think he would at least be a little more caring, but this is the same guy that walked out on his own family. 

"I'm sorry, you don't have to stay. It is totally fine by me-" 

"No. Thank you. I hate going to family dinners," He interposes, "One second." Allen sprints out of the room and comes back with an ice pack. I reach out for it but lays down my hand and places it on my forehead. I tense when the cold first hits me, "Relax." He whispers. There is something about Allen that is alike to myself, if I were to guess it is the same way we both miss home. 

"When did they adopt you?" I ask. 

"About two years ago when they went on vacation in London," He sits on the edge of my bed. 

"And before that?" I force myself up, ignoring the sharp pain so we are face-to-face.

"I was poor working at my mums bakery. No chance until they came and took me in. I miss her." Allen clears his throat.

"I am so sorry." My eyes start to water, "I-I know how you feel." Gently, I place my hand on his cheek. Allen looks down at the floor, I don't want him to see the tears slowly rolling down my cheek.

"Your not alone." Allen grabs a hold of my hand and kisses me on the forehead. "Goodnight Trinity."        




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