She stood there stiffly by the door, staring at the empty apartment with her glassy blue eyes. That was the last of boxes; the last of her memories, the last of her past life. She felt a mixture of both joy and pain having to leave the very place that created her into who she was; an independent, self-motivated and now, working-class woman. It honestly felt like it was just yesterday when moving out into her own apartment and away from home for school was her life dream, but so quickly when she achieved that, her course opened up another path. So here she was, standing before the end of her past and moving onto the beginning of her future.
She could barely believe it, for the previous 5 and a half years of her life she had whole-heartedly devoted herself to this broken, but memorable little place of the 10-story high apartment in Lakeside, California. Her heart fluttered just thinking about all the memories that stuck along within these small 3 rooms. Slowly, a discreet smile began to stretch onto her pale face as she thought about that all those movie-night snuggles she had with her boyfriend Liam on that very spot in the main room. She had always felt so comforted and warmed by them that somehow, everytime it would make her forget about that thousand word essay she had to write by the next day or that book she was suppose to stay up reading and analyzing. Nothing else in the world mattered; the only thing that did was that they were together in each others' arms.
As she was in her train of gleeful reminiscence, she suddenly felt a warm pair of arms wrap around her body from behind. Her heart thumped for a second, but she quickly realized who it was and sighed, melting into his familiar arms.
"You alright?" he asked in his thick Australian accent as they were still comfortably craddled in each others' arms.
"Hmm..." she let out another deep sigh of acknowledgment. "Yeah..I just...didn't know I was going to miss this place so much."
"Well...you know what they say, the end's just the beginning," He placed a dry kiss on her head. Trying to make their last moments in here last, they remained in complete silence for a few moments longer, surrounded only by the noises of their thoughts and memories. Finally, he made the first move by taking her hand and twisting her around so they were facing each other. "Come on, I got the last of the things in the truck. You ready?"
Looking straight into his matching blue loving eyes, "yeah...I'm ready" she finally let out. Taking her quivering hand, he led her out of the door and into the unknown. And for the honest last time, she turned her head around and looked at her empty home and smiled. Goodbye California, hello New York.
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"Miley...Miley!" the fainted sound of her name was mixed in with the blurring blare of her morning alarm clock.
"Miley, wake up!" she felt somebody shaking her vigorously, but she felt too comfortable to move. The bed was perfectly warmed to the right temperature and her position just escaped the sun in her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time since she had slept this soundly. Ever since she got the phone call, her regular nights began to consist of tossing and turning with hesitation, but mostly excitement.
"Miley, you're going to be late!" the voice that was screaming out to her began to become more clear and loud in her ears. That was when she began to piece everything together...phone call...alarm clock...late!
Like a rocket, she shot out of her bed with her eyes bulged out in realization. "I'm going to be late...I'm going to be late!" She screamed out and quickly pushed the blankets off her body and hopped out of bed.
"Thanks babe" she pecked her boyfriend on his cheek and ran off, diving into the washroom to get ready.
Okay, she thought to herself the steps she needed to do. Her mind was still a little bit contorted due to the fact that she wasn't fully awake yet. She quickly splashed some water onto her face and brushed her teeth. In a matter of seconds, she sprung open the bathroom door to get her already laid out clothes set on the chair to change, but instead she was greeted by her Liam, whom she totally loved right now, holding out her outfit for the day. Ugh, how did I ever get so lucky, she grinned at the thought.
"Come on, come on, come on! You have 3 minutes to spare!" he yelled out from behind the door to speed her up.
"Okay, okay, okay! Got it!" the curled brunette tried her best to button up her white blouse in the quickest fashion. She slipped into her black, waist-fitted pencil skirt and zipped up the back. Dashing and scribbling on some touch-ups here and there, she finally looked at her reflected image in the large mirror. This was it, it was do or die. She either looked good or looked awful; awful enough to get her fired on her first day.
Knowing that there was nothing more she could do at this time, she came out of the washroom and smiled at her boyfriend, giving him a short pose, signaling him to give her approval of how she looked.
"Go get 'em Ms. Stewart" was his words before kissing her on the lips good luck. Giving one last smile, she dashed off to the door and slipped her black heels on before she left. "See you tonight, kay!" she yelled out to her life saviour and ran off. One problem down, millions to go. Now all she worried about was being late on her very first day working at Teen Vogue.
New story alert. This idea of a girl's dreams coming true is extremely close to my heart because anybody and everybody close to me knows that I am the world's biggest dreamer and that my goal in fact, is to move to NYC & become an entertainment & fashion journalist. So here it is, I really hope that I will continue this, but honestly it depends mostly on the reviews I might receive. Please, please read & review; whether it's positive or negative or anything just do it! P.S. sorry for the lack of Niley in the first chapter but it'll surely come later on.
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