A/N – If you want to fast forward to when the boys come in go to chapter 3!This chapter is mostly about getting the plot moving, it's going to start getting better real quick. Stick around for the next chapter!!
CHAPTER 1
Rylen sighed with relief as she put her pen down and brought her papers to the front. She had just finished her last exam of the year, this one about the history of fashion. Rylen was in her second year of fashion school. Ever since she was a little girl she had an obsession with clothes. Making them, buying them, making them into something else, you name it. This was what Rylen was meant to do in life and she knew it, even if she was only 18.
The only thing she didn't know was what she was going to do for a job this summer. Her mom wanted her to work for her catering company, but Rylen desperately wanted to travel. Knowing however, that her student loan and lack of funds in her bank account wouldn't allow it. Maybe she could work at a clothing boutique at the very least. She dropped her stuff in her dorm after walking back across the campus after her test. Rylen started to check her email and then on a whim decided to read the paper instead. Flipping through, nothing really caught her eye. She soon came to back and browsed briefly in the classifieds until she took notice to one particular ad. It read:
WANTED IMEDITATELY:
AN ASSISTANT WARDROBE MANAGER. EXTENSIVE TRAVELING. ACCOMODATIONS AND FOOD SUPPLIED. EXTREMELY HECKTIC WORK! MUST BE ABLE TO HANDLE PRESSURE! VERY LAST MINUTE JOB OPENING. MUST BE AVAILABLE TO START ON THE 2ND OF MAY. PLEASE FAX RESUME AND COVER LETTER TO 555-3564 INTERVIEWS WILL BE ON THE 31S T OF APRIL.
Rylen looked at the calendar. It was the 30th. There was no way she would get this job. They started interviewing tomorrow; there must have been hundreds of people already applied. Not to mention people far more qualified then her. Sure she had volunteered for every play the school had put on, even being the head of the wardrobe department last semester, but she had no REAL experience. Rylen printed off her resume and stared at it. There was almost nothing on it. She probably shouldn't even bother. Setting down her resume, she called her mom to tell her she had finished her exams.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mom, it's me"
"Oh hi sweetie, I was just thinking about you. Listen, do you think you could pack your dorm and come home early? I just got booked for this huge party and I really need someone to come help out."
"Honestly mom? I really don't want to work at a catering company all summer. I think I might go work at a boutique. Maybe get some experience" Rylen sighed thinking again of the help wanted ad, wishing she could do that instead.
"Really Sweetie? I tried to humor you with this fashion school business, but I just don't see a future in it. I really think you should come down here and help me. At least with me you'll get tipped. It's a REAL job. Folding sweaters all day isn't. You might as well go work at the dry cleaners."
Rylen's face got red after hearing this. Her mother had never agreed with her decision. She wanted Rylen to get a job with guaranteed money. Not have a career that was so frivolous.
"Mom, I'm don't want to help you! Why can't I just let me do something that makes me happy!"
"Sweetie, being happy is over rated. You realize that soon enough, you're better off just being secure. Now I'm not taking no for an answer. I'm picking you up on the first "
"No Mom! I'm not coming with you! " Rylen felt tears welling up in her eyes. She was sick of these arguments. Looking at the phone she decided to finally take her stance. "I'm staying here and that's final!" Rylen hung up the phone in anger.
Pacing around her room, she took a good look around. It looked like the room of a 15 year old. It could have been. There were posters plastered everywhere of Connect 3. They were her favorite band since they came out 2 years ago. She looked at the three boys smiling down at her. "They are so lucky," she thought, staring up at them " I wish I could live my dreams like they get to" Looking around some more, she took notice of her resume again. She ripped it off the table and stormed down to the library to fax it off. She knew she had no chance of getting the job, but maybe it might take her mind off her mom. And maybe, just maybe there was a chance to live her dream to.
A/N sorry for the uneventful chapters, but I personally like a well set-up story. The good stuff is about to start rolling out. Stay tuned!