Lindsay had her arms wrapped around her parents. The two people she was leaving since her sister, Paula, had moved to help out charities in Africa.
The loud bustle of the airport muffled Lindsay's voice as she spoke, "Bye mom, bye daddy! I'll see you real soon!" She exclaimed as she squeezed her parents closed to her body. She was leaving Toronto and moving to the hustle and glow of Las Vegas, Nevada, USA to follow her dream of being on broadway. She was excited to finally get to see such a wonderful place and she found an apartment for real cheap near the Las Vegas Strip.
It was a small apartment, one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchenette, a little dining room and an average size den. She had no clue why it was so cheap but it was what she could afford on her own. It had enough room for her and her small bulldog, Frenchie and that was all she needed.
She finally let go of her parents and waved joyfully as she walked to the gate, "Buh-bye!" She exclaimed, smiling bright as her boots made the clicking sound on the hard floor.
Her father waved her back over, "Sweet pea, your phone!" He called, waving the rose gold smartphone to her.
Lindsay giggled and trotted back over to her parents and took her phone. She hugged her father once again before running back toward her gate while saying her final goodbyes.
Well, she thought they were her final goodbyes but her mother came zipping to her, "Baby-love, your purse!" Her mother exclaimed as her mom slid Lindsay's purse on her arm.
Lindsay smiled, clutching her mom in a hug, "Thanks mom!" She whispered, letting go and walking to the gate. She was finally in line at the gate, bouncing in happiness for what was coming next before she turned and saw her parents, arms folded with her carry on, pink, leopard print bag beside them. Lindsay rubbed her neck sheepishly, smiling again, "S-Sorry. Thanks again." She mumbled, taking her bag. She then gave her parents a kiss before filing into the plane with the other passengers.
She looked at her ticket and took a while to find her seat but when she found it she settled in and got ready for liftoff.
Many Hours Later
Lindsay had just taken a taxi to her new home and brought her luggage inside, setting it at the front door. She looked around to see a brown, fuzzy couch and a recliner that was green, a brown, hard, wood coffee table that had snacks and a knocked over vase of fake flowers, a matching TV Stand that had a small flatscreen on it. The television was playing a rerun of 'Total Drama Island' and Lindsay sat on the couch with her dog, watching the TV.
She got five minutes into episode six before a soft, awkward, "Lindsay?" was heard behind her.
Lindsay turned around to see a red-head, about five foot four, green eyed with extremely light freckles going over her cheeks and bridge of her nose. She was wearing a magician costume, top-hat, bow-tie, the whole she-bang.
Lindsay soon recognized who this girl was as the younger, teenage version of the redhead came on the TV just as Lindsay shot up and exclaimed, "Izzy!".
Izzy rubbed her shoulder, she seemed very... unlike herself. She wasn't as 'Izzy' as she used to be.
Lindsay was concerned, she walked over to cup Izzy's cheeks, to see if she was feeling a fever. "Izzy? Where's crazy Izzy? Brainzilla? Explosivo? E-Scope?" Lindsay asked, trying to see if Izzy would just start laughing and reveal that her being calm was a façade.
Izzy gave a confused look, "Lindsay? What's wrong? It's me, Izzy." She replied, her eyes becoming sad.
Lindsay inspected Izzy some more, "Aw. Where's the Izzy I used to know?" She asked, feeling odd that Izzy wasn't being silly and psycho like she was when they were teenagers on Total Drama.
Izzy shook her face from Lindsay's grasp and adjusted her suit jacket, "That Izzy is gone. She'll never come back! She doesn't need to be here!" She sniped, storming out the front door.
Lindsay reached her hand out to the irritated red-head, "Iz-!". The door then slammed on her face. Lindsay knew something was up. Yeah, sure, Izzy was scary and weird but that was the usual Izzy, that was normal for Izzy. Lindsay ran to the bathroom to see pill bottles littering the counter and pills on the floor and rolling into the sink. Lindsay immediately knew what was going on, she wasn't as dumb as she used to be.
Izzy was taking pills to surprise her crazy. She obviously couldn't really live on her own, she couldn't get a job, she couldn't do anything because she was a nutcase. This was totally not right, Izzy was sure a basket case but that was Izzy and Izzy was great the way she was to Lindsay. Lindsay was angry with Izzy taking various narcotics so she opened the pill bottles and poured out the ccapsules down the sink and garbage cans.
The door opened and shut causing Lindsay to panic. She quickly exited the bathroom and saw Izzy.
Izzy's hair and jacket was soaked with dirty, muddy, gross water and Izzy's curly, voluminous hair hung in icky, wet clumps on her coat with her hat in a awkward, lopsided postion.
Lindsay swung her arms behind her back and Izzy walked to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Lindsay froze in her place before hearing Izzy shout,
"WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK-!".
Izzy came out the restroom and slammed the door behind her. She opened the bedroom door and threw her sopping wet jacket at the wall, leaving a muddy stain on the grey wall. She then shut the door in a fury.
Lindsay had just arrived in her and assumedly Izzy's abode and had already pissed off her new roomie.