Okay people, the moment I finally here: It's the first official chapter to The Bohemian Guide to: High school! The OC's come in next chapter, and this one is more filler than anything, I still think it's gonna be epic. So please enjoy my ramblings. The first chapter is in Joanne's Point Of View."Bye, everyone" I said as I hugged and kissed my mom, dad, and godfather goodbye.
"We'll see you for the holidays, Joey" my mom said.
"Don't forget to call us when you land, Kitten." My overprotective dad told me.
My godfather pulled me aside. "Jo-Jo Bean, listen I need you to do something for me. Take care of Sawyer. Make sure she at least attempts to make new friends, because, let's face it, you're the only friend her age she has." It was true. She refused to make friends, or to get too close to people I was the only exception because we have been inseparable since birth.
"Of course, Uncle Nick, anything to get her back to normal" I said looking over to my best friend. She used to be so friendly, but ever since her mom died a few years back, she doesn't really take to new people as easily.
After Sawyer, we all called her Dahlia, made her goodbyes, we boarded our flight. When she got bored after about an hour, we played 'guess that tune' It always went like this: she'd hum or sing the notes of a song, I would guess at it, and if I didn't get it right after a few tries, I would make my 'concentrating' face, and we would immediately start giggling hysterically until somebody around us got annoyed. After a few rounds, we decided to take a nap before the plane landed in Wyoming.
I was awakened a few hours later by a name that I despised with a passion. "Joannie, wake up. The plane landed." I groaned at the fact that A) I had just been woken up, and B) I LOATHE being called 'Joannie'. Now that I think about it, the only person allowed to even call me 'Joannie' was Sawyer.
"Dahlia, I love you, really I do, but if you ever and I mean EVER call me that at school or in public, I won't hesitate to drown you." I told her. Sawyer got that mischievous glint in her eyes, and I already knew what was about to happen: her infamous argument.
"Define exactly what you mean by 'in public'." She always does this every time I tell her not to do something she has to challenge my ability to become a lawyer. So, I heaved a sigh and got up, explaining as we made our way to the terminal,
"In public: any place where we are not alone or strictly with family." Right on schedule came her even more infamous 'rebuttal'.
"But what if," I cut her off.
"No."
"How about if I"
"No."
"Okay, say if I take a slice of turkey and slap it across that"
"No."
"What about bologna?"
"No."
"Ham?"
"No."
"Salami, pastrami, roast beef maybe?"
"No. And what the Hell gives with all the lunch meat?" I said laughing. She just shrugged her shoulders and giggled lightly.
"I'm starving, Jo." And, as if on cue, her stomach growled.
"Let's get our bags first, then you can eat, okay?"
"Fine, but if I collapse, just know it was your fault."
"Whatever, Kid." She stuck her tongue out at me, and I playfully smacked her on the ass and told her to walk.
The relationship between Sawyer and I could be mistaken as romantic by a random passer-by, but it's quite platonic. Now, don't get me wrong, Dahlia's cute and all, and, sure, she's bisexual and I'm lesbian, but she's like my sister. We're sisters in every way except blood, but it wouldn't make us any closer.
As Dahlia and I grabbed our bags, I saw something uncommon.
"Dahlia, how many bags did you pack?"
"Just two, why" I ignored her question and asked another.
"You had those two flags as I.D. tags, right?"
"Yes, I did. LGBT and bisexual, again, I ask why?"
"Because, there's a red suitcase with the same two tags coming down the belt."
"No way! That's impossible," she started, but I had already stopped listening. Because, as she spoke, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen was grabbing that very red bag. She had very intense facial features and the most enchanting green eyes in all of humanity. I looked down when I saw her long delicate fingers tipped in blood red polish grab the handle and tug it to the floor. I looked back up in an attempt to catch one last glimpse of her face, but all I got was an eyeful of her wild brown tresses.
All the while I was swooning, apparently Dahlia had been whining and complaining about the lack of food in her system. She had begun to poke me repeatedly in my stomach. It started to tickle, so I grabbed her hand and stared at her.
"What, flower child?"
"I'm still hungry, and you still have to call Aunt Cara and Uncle Harold."
"Oh, you're right. Here, we'll sit at the food court while I call, and then you can stuff your face." She looked like a kid on Christmas, that is, before she started looting my pockets for my wallet. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked her, trying to cover the pocket it was in.
"You ate at the same time I did, and I'm starving. I just don't wanna pay for your food when I know you have money." She explained.
"Oh, and you got a little drool, like right there." I absentmindedly reached up to wipe it away when,
"Psyche!" Dahlia snagged my wallet and danced away every time I tried to seize her. "What do you want to eat Jo-Jo?"
"Nothing that's gonna clean out my wallet."
"Whatever you say, I'll just surprise you then." She said before dancing away singing that song from Oliver Twist. I swear if that girl could live in a Broadway theater, she would. I chuckled at my own inside joke as I sat down and called my parents.
Okay, so, sorry for the wait, I'm working with limited time. All of the rest of the OC's will come into play starting next chapter I'm trying to do something fun with this, so there's trivia in every chapter (or that's what I'm hoping for) first person to PM me the answer to the following question gets a shout out in my beginning author's note for chapter 2. Question: Who was that mystery girl? Fanzel, you are forbidden from answering because you are my fabulous beta who puts up with me leaving things on cliffhangers for weeks on end.
So, I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think.