Title: Life of Lacey
Rating: T - I always rate T in case I get into sexual situations. But I never NEVER go into M rating in my stories. That way if you don't read M, you don't have to worry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twisted or any character associated with them. I only borrow them for my own pleasure in writing. If I did own them, your tv screen would be littered with Dacey makeouts while Jo waves palm leaves to cool them off so Dacey can continue their kissing endeavors.
Pairing: Dacey because that is what I do.
Summary: This is definitely an AU fic. I hope to make it lighthearted but who knows what direction I will go. I only know the ending and beginning. The parts in the middle all come in quick writing sessions. The fic will be in Lacey's POV unless I need to narrate to get a point out that Lacey doesn't realize. I am not going to explain the story much because my character Lacey does that in this chapter. However, Samuel Porter is not gay because I need him not to be in my fic. I want him to love Judy a lot in this fic. However, I do have a gay character. (; Just so no one will ever think of Lacey and this character ever being a couple in my fic. LOL
Because this is Lacey's POV, it is seen only through her eyes. Therefore, she thinks things that aren't exactly as they seem. Especially how she views herself and how she perceives how others see her. So be prepared to scratch your head often in this fic as you think. What?
Feedback makes me want to update. I love it! I need it! I'm desperate for attention. Haha I haven't written a Dacey fic in first person POV. Therefore, constructive criticism is welcome.
Chapter One: The Haves and Have Nots
There he is in all of his glorious glory. His eyes are menacingly gorgeous and glorious. His hair is flanked around his shoulders in a glorious...okay, I say that word a lot when talking about Danny Desai. It is the best word I can think of to describe Danny. This perfect human being is who I've had a crush on since I can remember. I know for sure that I was at least ten years old. At age ten was the age that I decided that Danny Desai is who I wanted to marry someday. Why you ask? Simple really. That is the age that Danny Desai gave me my very first kiss. To be honest, it was my one and only kiss. That sounds pretty pathetic when you think of me being sixteen. Yes, sixteen! It is actually my sixteenth birthday today. Yeah me. At least my grandmother can't tease me and it be truthful of her saying. "Sweet sixteen and never been kissed." Even if it was our lips barely touching. I still count it.
The thing is that my lack of non kissing is mostly my fault. I've been asked out and I've said NO more times than I can count. I'm not bragging either. It is a fact. However, my heart belongs to Danny even if he doesn't remember I exist. Let me tell you a little about this creature of pure godliness, Danny Desai.
If you are a native of this little haven known as Green Grove, you know the story of Danny Desai and his heroism. He killed his aunt when he was only eleven. Now, hold up. He had good reason but the justice system still gave him 6 months in juvie. I think it was at the insistence of Gloria Crane. She thought the child would become a serial killer if not punished for taking a life. Gloria Crane and the Cranes pretty much run Green Grove. Anyway, it was really self defense considering the woman was trying to kill him and his mother. Something about getting rid of them before her brother left all his millions to Danny and his mom. Danny caught her beating his mom. Therefore, he wrapped a jump rope around his Aunt Tara's neck to pull her from his mom. If she wasn't so drunk, she wouldn't have fallen causing the jump rope to pretty much hang her and cause her demise. How do I know all this? Simple. I was there that day along with our other best friend, Jo Masterson.
Anyway, Danny served his time. He got out. His little quirk of being a murderer soon was overlooked when Danny got muscles and the glorious hair. Yes, I know I said that word again but look at him.
Okay, this is pretty much the back story of Danny Desai, Jo Masterson, and I. The three musketeers is what we deemed ourselves up until 8th grade. Then it all changed. Danny became Mr. Popularity and Jo went along for the ride. Somehow, I was knocked out of the vehicle and left beside the road to wallow in self loathing.
The thing about Green Grove is it is filled with people with money. Lots and lots of money. You have the haves and the have nots. I happen to fall in the latter category. Therefore, when Danny and Jo got to go on these expensive school trips or had huge parties to go to, I made up an excuse that I didn't want to go. Eventually, Danny and Jo pulled away from me thinking I wasn't into socializing. Wrong! But broke people don't do rich people things. Instead of telling the truth, I pulled away from them. My pride being the culprit in losing my two best friends.
I really can't complain much. I don't have it real bad. My dad is a single dad who is amazing at taking care of my sister and me. Problem is that he counted on my mother to always be there for us. He has no clue about girlie things. My mom was an artist and a housewife. She died when a drunk driver hit her car head on one night when mom was coming home from the grocery story. I think if she had been ill or something it may have been easier to build up to expecting her death. However, I doubt it. My mom was my best friend. I know a lot of people say that about their moms. But in this case, it was true. We had a common love for all things art. You could find us spending hours on end singing at the top our lungs as we painted together. Dad had set up a large area in the basement for our art time. It was a gift from him to both of us for Christmas. That room is also the room that Danny gave me my kiss. Okay, enough daydreaming about Danny. Yeah, like I'll ever have enough dreams about Danny. NOT happening.
Anyway back to the Porter family. Samuel Porter is my dad. Dad is the Police Chief of Green Grove. He is well respected by most adults. The teens in town don't usually feel the same way. Mainly because Dad takes his job seriously. If he catches teen drinking, they spend a night in a jail cell. Some parents get angry over this. Some appreciate Dad's commitment to upholding the law. Clara, my thirteen year old sister, is Dad's favorite. Which is fine with me as I was mom's favorite. They love us both the same but you can still have favorites that you hang out with. Clara would be what most call a typical tomboy. She spends most of her time at the Green Grove Police Department. She has the nickname Opey due to that. In case you don't know that reference it is for Opey Taylor from the Andy Griffith Show. If you don't know that show, get the classic television channel. Anyway, she seems happy with dad and all his police pals.
Mom died three years ago when I had barely turned thirteen. Clara was ten at the time. Luckily, Mom had already taught me the finer art of how to due hair and was teaching me makeup tips. In case you are wondering, my mother was gorgeous. She was Judy Porter loved by all. Dad worshipped the ground she walked on. We all did really. She could take little and make it into a lot. We are more in the middle to lower class when it comes to the class system. Shoot, we've had our fair share of having to get food stamps for groceries during the first year of mom dying. Dad didn't want to because he thought he could provide. However, funeral expenses took a big chunk of our money. Therefore, Grandma Ross, my mother's mom, insisted. Dad broke down and signed up for us. But that is between us. Yeah, pride again.
I realized that I also pulled away from Danny and Jo the year mom died too. It was too difficult pretending that life was fine when my mom was gone. Don't get me wrong, Danny and Jo tried. They really did. Danny had gotten out of juvie and tried to reincorporate our old friendship. It worked for over a year until mom's death and middle school expenses. Middle school expenses being name brand clothes and fitting in with such things as Iphones, etc. I think Danny and Jo finally gave up and let me be. That hurt even though it was what I wanted at the time. I was tired of putting up the charade that all was good when all was terrible with me.
Now here we are in present day life. There stands Danny looking ever so fine. Linked to his arm is none other than his girlfriend, Regina Crane. She walks by and a sea of students part like she is Moses or something. On the other side of her is Jo Masterson. She turned out gorgeous as any would have expected. She has long blonde hair that lays in ringlets to her waist. Her blue eyes flutter perfectly in timing with her talking. Regina and Jo both wear all the designer clothes and accessories. Archie Yates, Scott Ogden, Cole Farrell and Janna Sizemore make up the rest of Danny's entourage. Of course, I mentioned already the Crane's are one of the wealthiest families in town. The Desais are the wealthiest. The Mastersons aren't as rich but they are well to do. Kyle Masterson is a lawyer and her mother is a predominant professor of art. That is how I met Danny and Jo. Tess Masterson befriended mom due to Mom's talent in art. Anyway, Tess Masterson and Karen Desai were best friends. They soon befriended my mom. Thus us kids ended up hanging out together from age five on.
After Danny spent his six months in juvie, Gloria Crane had no qualms with her daughter befriending Danny due to his father's countless millions. The only reason Danny spent any time in juvie was the Desais went along with it for Danny's well being. They figured their son could use time away from the town's gossipers until all the Tara business died down. I guess it worked because in Green Grove High hierarchy, Danny is king and Regina is queen.
I'm not exactly unliked or not friended. I kind of blend in to the background because I don't put myself out there to be friended. However, I do have four of the best friends any one could ask for. Two are cousins. Rico and Sarita Sanchez are their names. They are more like siblings than cousins. They have been raised together since birth. The two couldn't be more opposite. Sarita is a snarky witch to most but I love her. Rico is a guy who doesn't care what anyone thinks but is shy to a fault. He is a homosexual and lets everyone know. He has no qualms in being accepted or not accepted. Then there are the two siblings, Phoebe and Tyler Lewis. Phoebe is hilariously strange. She would love to be part of the popular crowd as would her brother. Tyler is good looking and has had lots of girlfriends. However, he can't afford to date the one girl he is crazy about. That would be Jo Masterson. Tyler and Phoebe love the limelight but can't seem to find it. We all share a common bond of being have nots.
I know this isn't like the character Rico from Twisted. I am basing him off of a good friend of mine that I happen to enjoy his personality a lot. Feedback fuels the authors on. (;