How To Love
A "How To Be" fanfic
Art's POV
It was only two years ago when I was a lonely, lost, and confused idiot trying to find his way. My girlfriend had just dumped me, my parents couldn't show me less affection, and I made the decision to hire a life coach because I was to stupid to figure out my place on my own. I felt useless, nobody needed me, nobody cared, and at that point I had pretty much given up on life. I wanted to be a musician but I wasn't very talented when it came to singing and guitar, so you can pretty much figure out how that went.
After all of that hell that I went through, I finally decided to take some vocal lessons occasionally, I went back to the care center, and surprisingly Jeremy gave me my job back since Gareth left, I had my own apartment, I was no longer unemployed, I had my own money, finally I was independent, and on my way to actually being rather that trying to figure out how to be. I was finally happy. There was still something missing, I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something that I needed, I still felt lonely. Now I am twenty three years old, and I still feel like I'm stuck.
Lily's POV
I am Leilani Kealoha, well most people call me Lily, not that anyone really talks to me anyway. I never really had time to make friends to give me a nickname because I was always moving from state to state, and now country to country. My aunt was a writer/journalist who loved to travel; she was always looking for the next city to get good stories, and a good job. She's made plenty of money doing it, she's written for the New York Times, and other famous magazines I don't feel like naming. I can't say that she's been very motherly, and probably never will be, she wasn't expecting her sister to die in a car crash, and end up with her three year old kid.
I don't remember much about my mother, but from the pictures I can tell that she was very beautiful, and from what my aunt tells me, she was always smiling, always good, and always happy. For the life of me, I can't figure out why God had to take her from me, from anyone. She would have brought happiness to everyone she met, so why would he want her to die? I guess he must have really needed her up there in heaven.
Now I was a seventeen year old trying to find my place in a totally different country, England. My aunt decided to move here for two reasons; she's wanted to live here her whole life, and I guess she likes the dreary, rainy weather here a lot more than the beautiful tropical climate back in Hawaii. My aunt is the kind of woman who is just never satisfied with anything, I mean who would want to grow up in Hawaii, and then just wake up one day and decide to move to England?
Not that I hated England, it's just another place for me to literally and psychologically get lost in, I wasn't good at making friends, or talking to people, so why should I try now? Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if my mom were still here, I would have to move all over the place, if my dad never left her before I was born, she wouldn't have literally worked herself to death to make ends meet.
It was the little things I would wonder about sometimes. If my mom were still here, I would be happy, I would be more outgoing, I wouldn't feel so lonely, and my aunt wouldn't complain about having to do my wild curly hair ( thanks to me being half black). Not that I don't like my curly hair, I love it, I just wish I didn't have to spend the better part of my childhood setting in a salon chair getting it straightened until I was old enough to do it myself. I didn't really care much about it anymore, I just let it hang in its natural state, I thought it looked better on my anyway.
I have been at this new school for three months now, I have a couple of friends, but I barely ever talked to them outside of school, and now my aunt was pressuring me to look for a job. London was the strangest city I've ever been to, the people were so much nicer than what I was used to back in America, which is probably why my aunt moved her permanently.
One day after school, I decided to go for a job hunt one more time before I quit. I came across this adult care center, and for some reason I thought it looked interesting. Luckily the sign on the door said that help was wanted, otherwise I would have kept walking. I was desperate, so I decided to open the door, and see what this may have in store for me. Hopefully I wouldn't regret this.