London Stayed Out All Night

Intro: Hi! I decided to make a long story with lots of chapters! This is my first long one (because my real first story were all one shots)... T Chapter 1 will be kinda short because I'm still in the formulating stages. Yay! Ready... Here it goes...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story and characters I have created (Kate, Sheridan). It was inspired by the show "Mary stayed out all night" (aka "Mary Me, Mary") and I have borrowed characters from "The Suite Life on Deck."

Chapter 1: The bigger they are, the harder they fall

Boston, 5 years after graduation...

"Oooo, I want this one," a long haired, sparkly dressed woman said, pointing to an expensive Arturo Vitali bag, "No, I want this one..." She changed her mind, seeing a fancy pair of gold Arturo Vitali stilettos. "It's our newest pair," advertised the manager. "Oh, I can't decide, this or that – this or that – this or that ... Wait a minute! I'm filthy rich! I'll take them both," London Tipton squealed and laughed, clapping at her own sudden realisation that she had everything. "Miss Tipton, how would like to pay?" The store assistant asked at the register. London, with the two items already in the bag, handed her a gold card – which was literally gold, "there you go!" London stared at her nails as the employee put the purchase through - beep, swipe beep, beep, swipe, beep, beep... "Um, Miss Tipton, we have a slight problem. You card isn't working," the store assistant said warily. She eyed her manager who came right up and swiped the card herself – Swipe, beep, beep...She turned the machine on and off. "Sorry Miss Tipton, we are experiencing slight technical difficulties," the manager informed her. She swiped London's gold card again – swipe, beep, beep. "Hmm, I'll just call daddy, hold on," absent-mindedly, London grabbed her Blackberry and called her father. "Daddy, it's me, London – yes – my card – yes, hold on, daddy the credit card - ... WHAT?"London yelled and dropped everything in her hands." Through the phone everyone could hear her father say in a shaky voice, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." I'm sorry... sorry... sorry...sorry... sorry...

"Hey kid, wake up... kid," a rusty voice shouted. London's head shook and her eyes snapped open, she looked down 3 levels and saw a rough, tubby man calling for her. She blinked her eyes, that was all just a dream, just a dream, she assured herself and faced her reality. "You done?" London yelled back. "Yeah... anyways sorry we had to meet again kid, it's just business you know; next time tell your daddy not to be late with the money and this won't have to happen again," the man got in his truck and drove away – with all their belongings from the fridge to the pot plants. London sighed as she climbed down the stairs to her neighbour's little apartment. She buzzed in, "Mr Moseby, it's me... they're done." Mr Moseby emerged with a bright purple suitcase, one of the last remaining items of London's past. In it she stored some clothes and all the important documents: passports, her high school graduation certificate, old family photos, her university books and her father's old desk plaque reading 'Tipton Industries: CEO'. "Thanks, Moseby... for everything," London said sincerely, hauling the heavy case outside. "Look London, you don't have to say that. After all the years I've worked with your father, I'm the one who should still be thanking your family," Marion smiled at her, he pitied her situation; a girl brought up like a princess, left to survive in what was often referred to as the slums of Boston. He looked at the girl who was once his ward. "Go on London," he smiled, "I'll bring you your TV later. Be careful and ..." "MARIOOOON, I need to be turned over," cried a croaky voice inside. Marion rolled his eyes and said, "Later, I'll talk to your father later – COMING MOTHER!" He smiled at her and closed the door softly.

London turned around and breathed in. She struggled up the stairs and when she got into their rundown apartment she slumped on the floor. She quickly straightened her back and counted slowly, "One... Two... three... four... six – I mean five... six... seven...eight...nine... ten..." She opened her eyes got up and jumped. "Yay! Lots of space again!" She jumped up and down, trying to lift her mood, in the otherwise dark and empty apartment. London reached for the suitcase and was just about to open it when her phone rang.

"Hullo?"
"London, it's me Kate!"
"Oh hey, Kate. Long time no talk."
"I know right? Anyways, Sheridan and I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight... For old times' sake?"
"I'm a bit tied up at the moment..." London looked at her newly emptied home.
"Hmmmmm, we could pay you to drive us then?"
"Pay! Um, ok!" London jumped at the suggestion. It had become a habit of hers to jump at the mention of a possible money-making job.
"Right! Ok we'll be at your place... now! London we're parked outside!"
London smiled, happy to see her university friends once more.
"Coming then, Bye," she snapped her old flip phone, put on a knitted beanie and raced outside.

"Hey guys!" Sheridan, a tall, skinny and pretty faced girl, climbed out of the driver's seat and gave London a hug. "Missed you so much," London said as she sat where Sheridan was. Kate, who was just as tall but plumper, handed her money. "$100 dollars! This is too much," London handed her friend $70 back as she turned out of the car park. "No London, please, take it! If you don't I'll just throw it outside," Kate teased. They were already on the street to the freeway. Kate unrolled the window and dangled the money outside. "Hey... hey! Ok I'll take it," London shook her head and reached for the money. Sheridan continued, "Now you have the money, you can party with us! Come on London, it will be super fun – I promise!" London drew in her breath and said "Ok, then, I'm in," rather solemnly but deep inside ecstatically. "So where to, girls?" London quizzed. "Lansdowne," both passengers buzzed! "Lansdowne it is!" London stepped on the acceleration and sang with along with the radio. I need a break anyway... she tried to convince herself.

40 minutes later...

"We're here! Isn't it so neon-y and bright," Sheridan exclaimed. London laughed at her friend's naivety. Was I that immature back then, she asked herself. "Ooo, look sparkly!" She suddenly yelled out when they passed a ritzy club that looked expensive. "Some people never change; London I think they won't let you in dressed like that" Kate joked. "Dressed like what?" London looked down and felt like choking at the sight of her horrible tartan skirt, fading black stocking, loose army boots and cream knitted overcoat. "I look like a hobo!" London cried remembering that no longer did she own designer labels. They were sold off 3 years ago when the loan sharks started threatening to sue her father.

"Ok London, we'll try to get you in... just find a place to park, maybe at the next right," said Kate. London turned into a cosy street. It was well lit and populated with 'hip' young people. "It's a bit tight here, watch out for pedestrians," Kate advised. Sheridan suddenly burst out, "A space, quick London, there..." London was startled and moved a bit faster. Then, everything happened in slow motion...

A tall blond man, with a rustic guitar case, who wore ripped tight black jeans, a white shirt just as tight and a long black cardigan, walked on the pedestrian crossing, looking in the opposite direction... London was slightly confused; she felt like she had known him before... For that one second she had lost concentration and hesitated to brake... The car screeched to a halt... but it was too late... They heard a light thud...

"OH MY GOD, HE'S SO CUTE," squealed Sheridan...

"OH MY GOD, MY CAR GOT HIT," yelled Kate...

"OH MY GOD, I KILLED A MAN," cried London...

A/N: Next chapter preview: he's not dead, don't worry.

On another note, hope you enjoyed the first chapter... things are going to get 1000000x more interesting next time, but I'm going to have to add some boring parts explaining London's father, but will be crucial later on.