First fanfiction, feedback highly appreciated.
SUMMARY: Not sure where it'll go exactly. Ashley and Spencer are in college instead of high school. Ashley is basically the same personality wise, however she is a virgin. Spencer is dating her high school sweetheart, whom she lost her virginity too.
DISCLAIMER: Props to Tom Lynch
Prologue: Ashley's P.O.V. (a diary entry just for the prologue.)
WARNING, WARNING, DANGER, DANGER!… you are about to ride an emotional roller coaster….the consequences could be dier…. ..Please buckle up, and keep your arms and legs inside the cart at all times, it is going to be a bumpy ride.…Okay so maybe I'm being a little over dramatic, but you can't blame me for trying to protect you... maybe that is my problem.
Welcome to the fucked up head of Ashley Davies, as in daughter of the famous/ deceased Raife Davies, lead singer and guitarist in Purple Venom. No, I do not want to talk about how his death affects me, nor do I want to discuss the secret love child. Thanks, but I'll pass. Instead I'll catch you up on the "fun stuff" so you don't screw up again! SO with the death of a famous rock star, comes the hefty inheritance of a trust fund (as if money has the power to erase death.) What is a spoiled 16 year old going to do with 12.5 million dollars in her pocket? Well, after ditching school, I traveled the world, sold the old house (which daddy put in my name!) bought a new house, and went on a shopping spree. But I already had everything I could ever want before the trust fund. SO with 10 million left, I decided to use my fake I.D. to buy a chain of low-key night clubs located at the heart of my three favorite states on my seventeenth birthday. SMART idea right? Maybe I should have stayed in school, do they teach common sense there? … You see, as the owner of a night club, you drink unlimited for free. And guest how the customer repaid you for your services? Yup, you guest it. Whatever I was given, I took and whatever I wanted, I got. And when you are drunk, it is impossible to think about the repercussions of taking a few pills, or snorting some powder. But here I am, alive and well one year later, after 6 months of rehab. You guest it again, the clubs were shut down and I was all over the tabloids, but at least my ass was saved from jail. Money can Not buy happiness, but it can buy you justice. So with a ruined reputation and nothing left to live for, I decided to get my GED and go to college. YES you read correctly, by this time tomorrow I will be boarding a plane DESTINATION: Paris, my paradise. And, nobody knows who Ashley Davies is. A new beginning, a bank slate, a fresh start. It is time to discover who I am, because I've never been sure of that, in any aspect really. All I am sure of is my love for making music, just like my father, the only person I ever trusted, and ever will. The night he passed, all existing and future relationships died with him. I can't remember how to feel, how to trust…. I am ice cold, and surrounded by four steel walls. I can't let my guard down, nobody is allowed in. Except you of course, because you are me, in four years. Maybe a slightly less screwed up version of me, with the ability too l..… Yeah….
I won't hold my breath.
