"Shut up and put your money where your mouth is, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas." Waking Up In Vegas- Katy Perry
*Yeah, I reused the song for here and the summary; don't blame me, my mind gives for no more at the moment.
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Beck Oliver felt as if his senses were on hyper drive.
The light that filtered into the unfamiliar room was much-too bright for his currently sensitive eyes as he opened them for the first time that morning.
Yet, that hadn't been the main culprit responsible for disturbing his sleep.
Instead, it was the ridiculously loud alarm that he was sure did not belong to him.
He groaned and shut his eyes tightly as the offending sound continued to resonate through the otherwise silent room. A tan arm was raised to press a pillow to his face, wanting to stop the music in any way possible. His long, dark hair draped over his forehead and eyes, momentarily dimming the brightness that attacked him.
The noise made him feel as if jackhammer was trying to break through his skull, a vengeance for all the alcohol he more-than-like consumed the previous night.
Everything comes with a price: That relief he got from a shiny bottle, he would pay for in the morning.
A few hours of peace and (figurative) escape; for maybe one of physical pain and an almost guaranteed headache.
(Coffee could cure just about anything, or so she had claimed.)
Personally, he didn't consider it a bad trade.
He didn't bother to check who was lying besides him, lacking the desire to and really not giving a damn at the moment.
It wasn't as if this was a new or different situation for him. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up without memories of the previous night, a hangover, and a stranger.
In theory; it was almost expected of him.
He was the up-and-coming actor of the year. He was young (22), handsome and could charm just about anyone. What he'd earned from his first few roles, and the long list of offers, gave him the privilege to spend his money as he pleased. His charisma and likeliness, mixed with the mysterious aura he radiated, gave him an undeniable edge.
In reality; things were very different.
He had everything he'd ever wanted, yet he spent his life pining after a girl, who didn't want him.
It was pathetic, really.
He turned his head to catch a look at the girl next to him, and was only met with porcelain skin that peaked over the soft red silk sheets, and a mane of dark waves that cascaded down her back and spread over her pillow. Her face was turned away from him, and he couldn't look at her features closely.
For a second, Beck's treacherous mind taunted him and projected the illusion that it was her again.
Beck could easily imagine that she was with him; that maybe the past few years had all been a nightmare, and the sleeping girl was the only one he had ever really loved, instead of a stranger. The images attacked his vulnerable brain, and anger boiled up inside of him.
Because it wasn't her, and it would never be her.
She'd made sure of that.
The face-less girl stirred besides him, forcing him to return his attention to her. He tried to remember what her name was, but when his mind came up blank; he immediately gave up on it and concentrated on willing his headache away.
He didn't really care much anyways.
In a few minutes, she'd be just another face in the bunch. One more girl in a long list he was sure would simply continue to grow.
What he did want was for her to wake up and turn off the fucking alarm.
He released a sigh of relief when the alarm was finally turned off, and he shifted away from the girl; positioning his body to face the opposite side. He didn't want her to get any false hope for a possible relationship between them.
The only thing he wanted was to sleep the day away until he felt better and his head stopped throbbing. He would figure out exactly where he was and what he was supposed to be doing later. Much later.
Of course, life has a way of always interfering with even the simplest desires.
"Oh my God, what the hell did we do? Wake up!"
Beck's eyes snapped open, his memory instantly recognizing the voice that had finally spoken up.
He'd know that voice anywhere, anytime.
But, it couldn't be, could it?
His eyes quickly traced the room, landing on the mystery girl's furious (and undeniable panicked) face.
Beck Oliver's eyes widened in disbelief at what he saw, his lips parted in shock.
There, standing in the middle of his bedroom (somewhere), was the girl (now woman) that had always managed to stick her way into his life (even when she was gone).
Jade West, in the flesh.
Well, now this was interesting change to his routine.
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A N: Oh Dear, what is this? I'm starting another story?
I know I was supposed to update my other fics, but this story wouldn't leave me alone! This is just an introductory chapter, we all know I write longer updates than this haha
So yes, this is set a few years after Hollywood Arts, when they're all 21/22. And tomorrow is my last day of school for this week, so I solemnly promise to post an update to one of my open stories this weekend =D (Lele lies often 0.0 jk)
Anyways, tell me what you think! I love reviews 3
Remember, the more you review; the faster I update =)
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed my Moonlight Mile fic, your feedback is awesome! And no one has guessed what "Lynette" means! Whoever figures it out first gets a oneshot from me!
*CLUE: Think Beck and Jade ;-)
That is all.
-LeleD2010