A/N: so we decided that it would be fun to make up a completely new story. It doesn't really have a genre and it isn't really based on any programs or films. Tell us what you think. loveyou xoxo
Sydney's POV
As i trudged over the precisely cut lawn up to my home, i began to feel the people looking at me, watching me walk up the hill. I hated the way the people who drive past reacted to my house. Saying 'house' was a bit of an understatement, my room had been compared a couple of my friends upstairs floor before. Having a father who was constantly on tour with his band, and a mother who was in exotic locations shooting photos for her latest campaign, it was usual just me and sister alone at home. That's another thing that you can never say, alone, in my house there was a butler, a cleaner and a maid. Before i made it to the door, the gardener greeted me, i couldnt understand what he said, he was Spanish, i only spoke French, a upside to spending half of my holidays in Paris.
I jumped onto my double bed and sat watching the clouds move past my panelled the windows. The flower pots outside my window swayed in the LA breeze. I saw another group of tourists pass my house, gazing at it wondrously, knowing that famous people walked through its halls. Along with having tourists gaping through the tall wrought iron gates, there were constantly press trying to find a way into our back garden, to see who was swimming in our pool this week. Me and my sister, Darcy, were known for throwing pool parties, the press enjoyed seeing celebrities daughters and sons mingling in bikinis.
I woke up in a bit of a daze. I had been so sure that my dream was real. I could still feel the lips - of that perfectly tanned surfer dude – on mine. I reluctantly climbed out of bed and checked myself over in the mirror. No new spots luckily; although i did find a scratch running down my arm. I ran myself a bath and poured half the bottle of my special bubble bath. I pulled off my PJ's and climbed into the scolding water. After washing my hair and shaving my legs, i tumble out of the tub and throw on my cosy baby blue silk bath robe. I run a brush through my waist length blonde hair and moisturise my legs. After dressing myself in my favourite dress and pairing it with a pair of 4 inch Jimmy Choo's, I'm just about ready to leave. But before i even make it to my bedroom door my best friend comes in like a tornado insisting on doing my makeup.
"Seriously B, your gunna give yourself a migraine running riot like that!"
"Haha! In your dreams S, nothing will ever stop me from preparing my best friend for the night of her life!" She cackles. B and I have been friends since kindergarten. Our parents are both pretty famous, they knew each other before we were born but we never properly met until school. Her Dad was a photographer that had photographed my Mom a couple of times, and her Mom was in a competing band to my Dad. This was all before they had us. Even till this day i have never understood where she gets her energy from. I swear i have only ever seen her drink coffee once, when i forced her. But she swore that she would never do it again because it stains your teeth.
"S, please, i am begging you. Please please please." She pleaded, practically on her hands and knees.
"I won't do anything to extravagant" she pulled her puppy dog face that she knew i couldn't refuse.
I sighed, "Go on then. But what are we doing tonight?" She withdrew from my makeup counter with a look of shock on her face like i had missed something completely obvious. I stared at her, still not knowing what she was talking about.
"S, are you joking? How can you not know what night it is??" she seemed completely bewildered. I ran over to my dresser and glanced at my Robert Pattinson calendar that hung above it, 15th July. Why does that mean something? I turned back to Blaise with a questioned look on my face,
"What's so important?" I ran through all the things that my Mom had been reminding me of and today's date didn't seem to pop up.
"Sydney-Rose Layton Marie Ashton-Windsor, how dare you forget that tonight is our 16th year of being best friends! I'm truly hurt!"She turns away, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. Shit. I run up behind her a bear hug her till she chokes.
"Okay, okay i forgive you!" she chuckled, clearly never being offended in the first place. I playfully slap her on the arm and sit in the revolving chair situated in front of my dresser.
"And btw use my full name again Blaise Riley Payton Tildon-Penley, and you die." I threatened jokingly, although there was a hint of seriousness in my voice that Blaise noticed. Our names were pretty messed up but that's what you get for having famous parents, we could have come out worse.
Blaise had prepared a pretty insane night for us, it started at the beach with a BBQ with friends and family. Nothing to crazy, yet. We then ended up at a club, how we got in i have no idea, but B didn't have a problem with the bouncers. After shimmying through crowds of gridding people we finally made it too the bar. We both ordered vodka &cokes or vodcokes as B calls them. Just as i danced my way past a touchy feely guy i caught sight of what i can only describe as a dream come true. Literally.