My heart was pounding out, and I was out of breath. This was the only way I knew how to solve problems and frankly I didn't mind running. I was in pretty good shape, but I've been running for hours. This was something I knew I couldn't run away from but I'll be damned if I wasn't going to try. I'm sorry this all must seem confusing to you. I guess I should start at the beginning.

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"Jessen, if you don't open this GD door, I'm dropping all of your crap down the stairs." I said yelling at my friend. I was at the door to our new, New York apartment. It was expensive, but with two of us living there the rent wasn't too much.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. It's not my fault that you can climb up stairs better than me." Jess said passing by me and opening the doors.

This was our last trip of stuff. I was mentally thanking myself for buying all new furniture, and not having to haul it up. I set my arm full of boxes down on our new kitchen table.

"So what do you wanna do first, Cheyanne?"

I had just sat myself down on the couch and when the words left her mouth I looked over at her like she was crazy.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I just hauled all our stuff up four flights of stairs. I wanna take a nap before I do anything else."

"Claws in kitty cat." Jess said making claws with her fingers.

I laughed a little and the laid down on the couch. I couldn't believe that I was here right now. I had just graduated high school; I'm 18 and living on my own in New York. This city would be way different from small town Illinois. I woke up to the smell of something amazing.

"2 questions, how long have I been asleep and how what are you cooking?" I said trying to see Jessica over the stack of boxes on our table.

"You've been sleeping for about two hours and I'm making baked chicken with a salad."

"Sounds delish!" I yelled jumping up.

I figured since Jessen was doing all the cooking the less I could do was move all those boxes on the table and set the table.

"First dinner in the new house, can you believe that we are here right now!" Jessen said with a huge smile.

She wanted to get out of our crappy home town as much as I did, but for different reasons. I wanted to get out because my parents were controlling and I didn't really fit in anywhere in that town. She wanted to leave because she was bullied by the people we went to school with and her ex-boyfriend was abusive. It's funny that she was bullied by people who thought she was ugly, but she is here in NYC working as a model.

"What are you doing tomorrow, Jess?" I asked wondering if she had a job or if she would be here to help me unpack everything.

"I have a photo shoot at 8 am and then a meeting with a new agent to see what he is like."

"Great, so what I'm hearing you say is that you're leaving me to get all the groceries and unpack all the shit in this house." I said taking another bite of my salad.

"Pretty much." She said with a smirk on her face.

"This is the never ending story of my life." I sighed and then come up with an idea. "It's only 6, why don't we unpack as much as we can tonight so you don't leave me high and dry tomorrow."

"Cheyanne, I figured you would come up with some idea that would make me have to unpack." She was shaking her head, and I knew that she had rolled her eyes.

"Ok, so let's do the dishes and then we can unpack." I said jumping up and grabbing my plate.
After a long night of working hard, we got everything but our bed rooms done. And me being the person that I am, it would bug me going to bed without it done so I was up till well past 1 am.

When I woke up the next day I forgot that I had moved. It seemed like a strange place; all the walls were white and I had all the frames I wanted to hang laying against the east wall. I check my phone which is something I should have done before I went to bed. I had a few text messages that I knew I more than likely wouldn't reply to.

From: Mom

I hope you made it safe and are settling in. I miss you and I love you.

There's one that I wouldn't have to respond to.

From: JESSEN!(:

I've already left. I left what I wanted for groceries on the counter. Have a lovely day doing bitch work.

I sighed knowing that what she said was true. I would be spending a lot of time doing bitch work trying to get this place I order. It's not that I don't like doing stuff like this, but I also couldn't wait until I get my own job and we can split all the work.

I got dressed in my favorite pair of faded skinny jeans and a Hollister hoodie. And left the apartment, once I had locked the door and turned around I ran into someone.

"Shit, I'm sorry" I said turning around to the man who I had run into. The first thing I saw was piercing blue eyes. The colors of his eyes were such a contrary to the dark hair that he had.

"Don't worry about it." He said. "Did you just move in, I've never seen you here before? I always remember a pretty face."

"Ya, me and my best friend just moved in here. I'm Cheyanne, Cheyanne Jonson." I said sticking my hand out for him to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Cheyanne. My name is Ian, Ian Somerhalder."

I felt like I had heard that name before but I couldn't quite put my finger on where I've heard it.

"Well it was good meeting you and I'm sure that I will see you again." I said readjusting the shoulder strap on my purse.

"I'm sure we will." He said smiling and then walking the other way.