A/N- Hello Kiddies, I'm back with a new story for you to munch on! Please enjoy! This features my idol, Dahvie Vanity! Tell me if it's a keeper, because I think it could be a fun one. But it's your opinion that matters so please, read and review! BTW: This is still Volturichic, just changed the name.
Disclaimer- ALL CREDIT GOES TO DAHVIE AND JAYY. Just so we're clear.
(TPOV) Tayla's Point of View
"Tayla, are you almost ready to leave? Thomas and I are leaving at 10am and it's nearly 9am. It's a 3 hour drive." Mrs. Jones's voice rang through the house in my pursuit. I straightened the last wisp of hair and walked out into the hall and looked over the wood railing.
"I almost ready, Just give me a second." I said and she nodded and walked into the living room. I walked back into my room and admired my outfit in the ceiling to floor mirror. I was rocking my lime-green zebra-striped skinnies, Blood on the Dance Floor tee-shirt, and rainbow DCs. My hair was freshly dyed and cut. Arianna was going to freak when she saw my hair. It was dark brown with caramel highlights and neon streaks of rainbow. My house key sparkled in the light. It always had a way of dimming the brightest times. I grabbed my bag and walked down the steps. Mrs. Jones met me at the foot of the stairs.
"Happy Birthday, Tayla. I hope you and Arianna have fun over spring break. Thomas and I will be at the beach house for the week so call us if needed. Take care of your new Nissan. Is your phone charged? Do you have the charger? Do have your clothes?" Mrs. Jones asked in a wild rush.
"I have my charger, I have the tickets, and I have the number for the beach house. I have all my bags already in the car. I will definitely take care of my 370z. Thanks for the concert tickets." I replied in a rush. She nodded with a satisfied look. She kissed my forehead and I walked out the door with a monster in hand and purse in the other. I slid into my new Nissan 370z. As I slid the key into the ignition, scream for my ice-cream poured from the speakers. My phone vibrated and I looked at a text from Arianna. 'You on the way yet?'
I texted back, and told her to be ready in 10 minutes. I drove to her house and soothed myself thinking of the coming week. I was going to pick up Arianna and we were going to Orlando for our spring break. My foster parents are letting us go to Orlando, Florida for the entire spring break by ourselves as my birthday present. We are going to head to Orlando and heading to the hotel first to check in. The BOTDF concert was later tonight. I pulled in front of Arianna's house and honked the horn. Arianna came rushing out of the house with her father trailing her with a suitcase.
"Tayla, I'm so excited! This is going to be awesome!" Arianna ran up to the car window screaming. Mr. Carson slipped the suitcase into the convertible next to mine.
"I know, Arianna. Thanks for letting Arianna come with me, Mr. Carson." I smiled and her dad smiled back. He kissed Arianna's cheek.
"You're welcome, ladies but Just promise to be extra careful; Text us and call at least once a day or more. Drive safe and Happy Birthday, Tayla." He said and handed me a silver box. I opened it and saw a lime-green camera. "It's to record your trip. I hope you have a lot of fun. Keep Arianna straight for me." He smiled and I hugged Mr. Carson.
"Thanks, we definitely will! Well, we got to head out. We don't want to hit traffic." I said and Arianna said bye to her dad and hopped into the car. I slipped in and waved bye. When we pulled away, Arianna blasted up Sexting.
"This is going to be so amazing! Happy birthday Tayla!" she smiled and pulled out the camera and switched it to video and recorded us. We were singing along to sexting, and letting the wind blow through our hair as we rode through Florida with the top down. After hours of driving, talking, and laughing, we arrived in Orlando and looked for a hotel. We went to the Spring Hill suites and signed in. All I had to say was Tayla Jones and they took us to the luxury suite. Every hotel in Florida knew the Jones' family and their long-term foster child, Tayla Prince. The Jones' were filthy rich but I hardly cared.
"Ugh. Your car is awesome. When is the concert?" she asked as she collapsed onto the king-sized bed.
"10, I think. It's at the Green Light Club right?" I asked and she nodded. I checked my phone to see the time and it was 6pm.
We need to fix our hair and get to the club. She nodded and got up and we raced to the master bathroom. Her hair was gorgeous. It was a dulled purple and had black on the tips.
"Do I look rave ready?" she asked as she twirled on the heel of her striped converse. I laughed and nodded. She was wearing her BOTDF shirt and blue skinny jeans. She smiled in the way that reminds me why she is my best friend. We did our makeup, grabbed our stuff, and left for the club.
When we pulled into the club parking lot, we found a parking space near the back entrance. I got out of the car. Arianna told me to go to the front and wait for her while she touched up her eyeliner. I nodded and headed to the front. I stopped for a second to check my hair in my compact, and I felt something knock me to the ground.
"Oh My God, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?" I felt a little steamed but it all vanished as I heard the voice of the guy who knocked me down. I looked up and saw the unmistakable face of the one and only, Dahvie vanity looking down at me with his hand out.
Okay so, this is a new story with new people. I have more in store, but please review! Love you to infinity! -TaylaxxStarr
