This is the first chapter to my new series 'Our City XO'.
Normally I only have one fic on the go, however I have millions of ideas at the moment, I need to get some of it down!
This fic is inspired by the Hills, but hopefully it's a little bit better!
The basic layout is that each of the four divas (Maryse, Eve, Alicia, Maria) has a chapter, and there's a group chapter afterwards. This first chapter is Maryse.
Please review and tell me what you think of it!


WELCOME TO THE CITY
Maryse

"Do you want us to put this in the van, Miss Ouellet?"

Jason, one of the delivery men, held up a piece of artwork from Maryse's bedroom. It would probably be wrong to call Jason a man, as he barely looked out of puberty.

"Merci beaucoup, sweetie." The French-Canadian beauty purred, pushing her oversized sunglasses back down over her eyes.

Maryse knew the delivery men were watching her every move in delight, so she decided to put on a little bit of a show.

She bent down to loosen the strap on her left high heel, and as she came up, she flipped her long blonde hair through the air, all the while being admired by the delivery men.

Maryse knew she was sexy, and she certainly knew the men thought so too.

"I think we're all packed up." Jason approached her cautiously.

He was so cute, Maryse thought to herself, like a little lamb.

"I'll follow behind you in my car." Maryse leaned back against her sleek black Mercedes Benz.

"That's a sweet car you got there." Jason commented.

"It was a present." Maryse patted the hood.

"Boyfriend?"

"Ex."

"Looks like you got a pretty good deal."

"You bet I did. I got rid of his lazy ass, and replaced it with a hot car and an even hotter wardrobe."

As much as he tried to focus on doing his job, he often found himself getting lost somewhere between Maryse's pouty pink lips, and her seductive French accent.

"I'll only be a minute." Maryse winked, walking back towards the apartment block.

She'd spent many good times in that apartment, and a small part of her was sad to leave.

Maryse walked into the reception area, and sat down on one of the plush leather sofas, waiting for the manager, Richard, to meet her.

"Handing in your keys, Miss Ouellet?" Richard approached her from behind the desk.

"I have to eventually." Maryse sighed, pulling the key out of her Chanel handbag and placing it in Richard's hand.

"It's been good having you here, Miss Ouellet."

"It's been even better being here. But seriously, Richard, I've been here for three years now, I think it's about time you start calling me Maryse."

"Goodbye, Maryse." Richard shook her hand.

Maryse gave him one final wink, before sauntering out for one last time.

'Walkin' in LA
Walkin' in LA, nobody walks in LA'

Maryse wasn't much of a 'singing' person, but when Missing Persons came on the radio, she couldn't help but sing along to the infectious chorus.

Driving past the Hollywood sign, Maryse stopped singing, and took the time to smile.

The city of Angels was her new home. A new city meant a new Maryse... but she knew some things would never change.

The beautiful model had always lived in Montreal, born and raised, but always dreamt of living in sunny L.A.

When a chance to transfer to her modelling agency's L.A base occurred, Maryse knew she couldn't refuse the offer.

"'Deevar Grove'." Maryse pulled into her new street, and read the name of the road sign aloud.

Since the first time she saw Deevar Grove, Maryse fell in love with it. All the houses had a definite Mediterranean feel to them, with tiled roofs and ivy climbing up the walls, bedrooms with balconies and swimming pools in the back garden.

"Ooh oui." Maryse pulled into the driveway and smiled up at her new home.

"This is a nice place you've got here." Jason hopped out of the van and approached Maryse.

"I know."

"You've got some pretty neighbours too." Jason pointed at the house across the street.

At a glance, they were three girls, all squeezed together around a small, black, iron table. When Maryse took a closer look, she couldn't help but agree with Jason; they were all very pretty.

The first girl was sat between the other two on the table. She was a striking redhead, with cat-like features and a red Popsicle in her mouth. Her red hair was pulled out of her face, and she had on a pair of faded denim jeans and a leopard-print vest top. She wasn't wearing any shoes, and her toenails were painted blank.

The girl to her right was a beautiful Latina, with loose, wavy brown hair and a perfect smile. She was wearing a navy blue mini-dress, with gold gladiator sandals, however she managed to make a simple outfit look ridiculously glamorous.

The final girl, to the left of the redhead, had perfect caramel skin, and a wild mane of untamed curls. She was working the casual look too, in a pair of black shorts, a pink bandeau top and a pair of furry boots.

"If you don't go say hi, I sure will." Jason interrupted Maryse's thoughts.

Maryse didn't have to go say hi, as the redhead was already walking towards her, flashing a beautiful smile.

"Hey, you just moved in, right?" The redhead smiled, still sucking on her Popsicle.

Maryse nodded.

"Come sit with us. I'm Maria, by the way."

Maria grabbed Maryse by the wrist and pulled her across the street, over to the black table where the other two girls were sat.

"You want a popsicle?"

Maryse shook her head.

"Your loss" Maria shrugged and sat down on the Latina's lap, allowing Maryse to have her own chair. "Sit down."

"Thanks."

"So the girl I'm currently crushing by sitting on is my best friend, and housemate, Eve."

Eve waved from behind Maria.

"And this is my other best friend, Alicia."

"I live two doors down from you, so if you need anything, just stop by." Alicia smiled. "So where did you move from?"

"Montreal."

"Oh yeah, I can tell from the French accent." Eve said. "Can you speak much French?"

"It's my first language."

"French is so sexy." Maria giggled. Maryse got the feeling that Maria was 'the ditzy one'. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a model." Maryse replied. "What do you guys do?"

"I teach dance in the gym downtown, and I sometimes do TV work." Eve explained. "Maria is a freelance fashion stylist, who is a great fashion designer as well, and Alicia co-owns a wedding planning company."

"So young." Maryse commented quietly.

"Pardon me, ladies." Jason approached the girls. "Miss Ouellet, where do you want us to put all your stuff?"

"I'll come help you out." Maryse stood up. "I'd better get going. It was nice to meet you all."

"Me too actually, I've got to get ready for work." Alicia stood up. "I'll walk you... across the street?"

The girls laughed.

"I have a feeling you're going to fit in around here." Alicia winked, before walking back towards her own house.

See you around, neighbour.

Hope you enjoyed it!