Young & Beautiful
Writers Note: PREVIOUSLY POSTED ON ANOTHER STORY BUT DECIDED TO SEPARATE THE PROLOGUE FROM THE STORY!
One Month Later...
Rowan never thought she'd have a chance to open a nightclub, she never thought more than one-thousand people would show up, she never though she'd be this successful in life after all that's happened. Music blared from the speakers as people mindlessly danced without a care in the world. Some grinded while others just threw their hands up in the air, the brunette sat on a barstool and talked to her friend who was one of the bartenders who worked for her.
Miriam was the best friend Rowan could ever have; and even if she was the one that paired her up with Curran; she looked passed the times where hell broke loose and into the times where Miriam had done things that no one had done for her.
"He was cast four months ago to play my love interest," Rowan explained over the blaring music. "Jon barely told me today."
"Rowan, I really don't get why you're so upset about this. This is just for a movie..."
"Yeah. For a movie in which I have to sleep with him!" She countered watching Miriam clean the glass cup in her hand. "We haven't spoken in-what?-seven years?"
"You're making a big deal out of nothing," Miriam advised in her usual soothing tone. "The sex is going to be fake."
"Yeah, it is. But you wanna know what isn't going to be fake?" She questioned. "The ass grabbing and the boob clutching."
The ombre brunette sighed, "This movie role was offered to you. Don't turn it down because of a guy you had passed relations with is going to be in it."
"I wasn't going to turn it down. I'm just mad I wasn't told beforehand."
"Forget about it, okay? You don't have time to worry about him. Right now focus on finding the right one. I mean, you did name this place Search for a reason, right?"
"I named it Search for many other reasons. All to which your lazy ass won't get to," she taunted, laughing in a playful manner.
"It's funny how you're the only one laughing in this case," she fired back. "And where's your boyfriend? You know the one who finds any random excuse to talk to you?"
"We aren't dating. I already told him that I want to stay single-for now," she added.
"For now?" Miriam winked.
"Yes, for now. It's just that...Ryan gets me and it's nice to have a guy like him in your life."
"It's also nice to get laid."
"How would you know?" Rowan questioned. "You're still a-"
Before she could finish her sentence a guy in a leather jacket sat next to the brunette, "Can I get a Seven and Seven?" he asked.
"Coming right up," Miriam said as she turned her back on the two giving Rowan the face of: 'He's hella fine'.
The man looked at Rowan for a split second then turned his attention to the counter in front of him. "It's a nice club," he said nodding.
"Thank you," Rowan smiled, she looked at the nightclubs interior design and the people dancing. "I worked really hard on it..."
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Sabrina sat on her couch with absolute silence surrounding her as she wrote down onto her Five Star notebook. The only person on her mind was Dave, she longed for him. His touch was missed, the way her heart beat for him was favored, but the most important thing of all was how he benefited her life. They couldn't be together at the moment since he wasn't with her; but filming yet another movie. She re-read the lines she wrote and sang them aloud:
"You, you're loving me right; right. And you...you got me -oh- so tight.
She looked at the written words in front of her and smirked. "That's good," she muttered.
The blonde got up from her seat and walked into the kitchen grabbing herself a water and two Nature Valley bars. On her way back to the brown L-shaped couch, she felt her phone vibrate from the back pocket of her blue jeans. Facing the screen and turning it on, Sabrina read:
You look good.
She furrowed her eyebrows and typed back: Who's this?
Your worst nightmare.
She ignored the text thinking it was just a prank-considering that she has to change her number every three months. But once she sat down on her couch, her phone began to ring and seeing that it was from Dave only made her smile. "Dave," she answered.
"Guess again," a dark, monotone voice replied.
"Who's this?" The blonde quickly stood up from her seat and began to look around her home.
"I already told you. I'm your worst nightmare."
Sabrina walked towards the front door and quickly locked it. "This isn't funny. Who is this?"
"It's not meant to be funny. Even locks won't stop me from driving a knife in you," the voice threatened.
"I'm going to call the police-"
"Do it and your boyfriend gets it!" the caller claimed, interrupting her in the process.
"No," Sabrina cried. "Leave him alone. Please. Please, don't hurt him. I'll do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?"
"Yes. Just please don't hurt him."
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Rowan laughed as she talked to the man who sat next to her. He previously revealed that his name was Aaron and that he was a veterinarian. "You have to choose between talking and walking," Rowan told him.
"I'd choose talking over walking. What would Rowan Blanchard do?"
"First you don't have to address me by my full name and I'd do the same thing," she said. "Would you rather continue playing this game or change to Truth or Dare?"
"Depends. You don't have anything dangerous planned out, right?"
"Take your chances?"
"I'll take my chances," he nodded.
"Alright, bare with me. One of the most cringiest dares out there...ready for it?"
He nodded.
"Here it comes..."
Aaron raised an eyebrow, "Well can you tell it to get here a little faster?"
"I dare you to...ask a girl if she wants to dance," Rowan said once she spotted a super attractive blonde in front of her.
Aaron stared at Rowan as her exaggeration settled in. His attention turned to the blonde Rowan had her eyes on. "She's pretty, but...would you like to dance with me?"
Rowan's smile downsized, "That's not fair. We know each other. Go ask her." She pointed.
"I would, but...I don't think her boyfriend would like that."
Rowan-who hadn't noticed the man's hands on the blonde's waist-placed her hands over her head in a I'm an idiot way.
"But...there is this one -super hot-" he emphasized, "girl right in front of me in a desperate need to dance."
"I'm not desperate."
His hands went down to hers. "I guess i'm the desperate one."
Their eyes locked for a second before he led her to the center of the dance floor surrounded by hordes of dancers, Rowan felt his hands slightly run down her thigh as he pulled her in close.
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"I'm here," Sabrina informed into the phone as a puddle of tears gathered in her eyes. "What do I do next?"
"Get out the car and walk to the one in front of you," the mysterious voice informed.
"You're watching me?"
"I have my ways..."
Sabrina ended the call after a pause of silence. She was tempted into driving away, but it was her boyfriend's life on the line. Examining the car in front of her; Sabrina wrote down the license plate-thinking she'll need it for a further purpose. 3GI712
"Please," she prayed. "Who ever this is, don't let them hurt me."
She stepped out her car and sauntered towards the car up front; each step feeling like weights were placed on them-getting heavier and heavier by the second. When she reached the driver's side of the window, a loud gasp escaped. "Oh my God."
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Peyton surfed through the channels on his Tv guide; completely bored with nothing or no one to talk to at the moment. As he scrolled through the channels, one show caught his attention. He sat upeight from his couch and looked once more to make sure what he saw was real; and to his surprise it was. Girl Meets Letting Go was an episode in Girl Meets World that both him and Rowan had trouble shooting even though; they never admitted it to the other. His heart wrenched at how this episode ended, but he wanted to watch it once more.
All to his luck, he pressed on the episode just in time to see the moment Lucas and Riley said goodbye.
"So you're really staying here?" Lucas Friar asked his princess, keeping a straight face.
Riley could only nod in response. She sat in her aunt Morgan's bay window-already thinking of how she could make it her own.
"Why?" he asked. "This isn't home."
"Lucas, please..." Riley wasn't in the mood for an argument and just by hearing Lucas; she could tell that he was trying to be contentious. "The last thing I want is for us to argue on our last day together-"
"That's the point, Riley," his voice contained the force of a shout. "It doesn't have to be our last day together."
"Will you stop that?" she questioned, staring at him. "I'm made my choice already, why can't you respect that like everyone else?"
"Because it won't hurt them the way it will hurt me!"
Riley was a loss for words, she understood where the anger came from; but she never understood where his reasoning came from.
"Riley, if you stay here - what else is left for me in New York?"
Their eyes locked, and for a minute or two nothing else mattered. "Somebody else," Riley finally said.
Lucas furrowed his eyebrows, "I...I don't understand," he stammered.
Riley grabbed his hand, "You'll think that you'll have to wait for me..." the brunette began. "but you won't-"
"No," Lucas realized what she was going to say, he took his hands from hers and uttered, "I'm not going to move on, Riley."
"Lucas, why are you doing this? I'm not going back!"
"I don't care. If you're as shallow to think that distance will keep us apart-then you don't have the amount of fate I have in us."
"Lucas that's not-"
"Then what is it, Riley? Why is it that you-all of the sudden-decide to leave without giving us a valid reason? Especially after I tell you i'm in love with you!"
"Because i'm scared, okay?!" she confessed. "I'm scared that one day we'll break up and completely be uncomfortable with each other. Lucas, I don't want that. I'm scared that i'll be the reason you keep yourself from love."
"What are you talking about?" By this point, Lucas was already angry. He was angry that Riley thinks he'll be able to move on from her in the blink of an eye.
"You want the truth?"
"You know I do," he breathed.
Riley looked into Lucas' eyes and sighed. Her heart broke because she knew the next pieces of dialogue would shatter the last of hope he had left. "I'm running away from you."
Peyton turned off the Tv and laid back on his couch, (which by the way - cost a fortune) he was angry at the writers for making Riley look like she was scared to fall in love. He hated the amount of hate she got when she announced her departure; people who thought she had complete power of her character - when little did they know that the Writers alongside Michael Jacobs wrote her off the show due to the amount of hate she was getting. Anger boiled inside him as he threw the control at the floor, hearing it break did little to subside his anger.
His anger came from many things; first; was that he knew about the unfair treatment Rowan was going through yet he stayed quiet. He thought that if she hadn't noticed then it should stay like that. Second was that Rowan and him were so close to being in a real relationship; and just when he thought everything was heading for their brighter future everything volatile.
Peyton took deep breaths and closed his eyes; in some days would he finally talk to Rowan for the first time in seven years. Only then could he win her back.
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"Oh my God," Sabrina gasped as she reached the car window. "Corey...?"
The twenty-three year old looked at the blonde in front of him, "What are you doing here?" he asked getting out of the car.
She pulled him in for a hug and cried on his shoulder, "This person threatened me. Corey, i'm scared of what they'll do."
He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, "He told me someone would meet me here. I'm guessing that's you."
"What do I do? How do we stop this?"
"I've tried. We can't do anything about it. This person won't stop, he has access to our bank accounts, social media, security information, at any given moment he could do anything to hurt us both physically and financially. The best thing we could do-to stay alive-is play his game."
She planted her head on his collarbone, letting every tear fall onto his shirt. "Why us? What did we do to deserve this?"
"I don't know," his hands wrapped around her waist as he took in her scent-feeling safer in the slightest bit. "But we don't have time for this..."
"Why not?" she retracted from their embrace, looking into his eyes. "Let's just take our chances and report this-"
"If we do that someone dies; someone innocent!"
The blonde cried once more, "What did we do?"
"There's no time to think about that. Look, I'll stop by your house and explain everything. Right now we have to go. There's a storage room, with some thing he wants us to find."
She nodded. "Where-where is the storage room?"
"Follow me."
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Corey and Sabrina turned the corner to the multiple grouped rooms and found the number they were looking for; 56.
"Wait," Corey uttered once they were about to open the door.
Sabrina turned to him.
"I've been through this before; whatever is in there, know that it will never leave you. You won't be able to unsee it," he informed. "I'm really sorry."
"Corey this isn't your fault. It's the deranged psycho who is putting you through this."
He responded with a nod. After lifting the massive door, Corey and Sabrina were greeted with an unwelcoming smell. He pointed the flashlight inside the room, "Maybe you should stay out here," he said to the blonde.
"No. I'm coming with."
He wanted to say no, but at the same time he felt like it was the right thing to do. They stepped inside the room and walked over towards the pile of used garbage bags. Corey crouched down and looked at Sabrina one more time; wanting to make sure she was okay. His answer came quick when she nodded.
"Here we go," lifting a bag from the floor, both Corey and Sabrina gasped at what they saw. Starring back at them was a woman whose eyes had been removed, blood was plastered on her face and down to her clothes. Her brown hair looked like it had been tampered with and brought and unpleasant smell.
"Oh my God, Corey look," Sabrina said.
Corey turned to her, but found her staring at the wall. "What is it?"
She pointed to the wall in front of her, "What does he mean?"
"I never know..."
On the wall was a faint message written in her blood: She wasn't her
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Writers Note: Thank you guys so much for reading, I can't wait to read your reviews for this one. What do you think the message meant? Who do you think is behind this? And what do you think about Peyton wanting to win Rowan back?
Reviews:
rebeccas1016: Thank you for reading and I can't wait for you to read my next chapters.
jaleftwich02: Thank you. I know that it's good to take time for yourself. I did that for a month and i'm glad I did. I hope what ever you're going through isn't as bad as what I was going through. Thank you for reading.
daghely: Rowan is such an inspiration. There is no denying that. Thank you for reading.
Marilove24; Chapt. 1: I'm so glad you think that way. The name for her album always has meanings. I chose Young & Beautiful as the name for the album because it really explains her relationship with both Curran and Peyton. They both failed. So this is Rowan's way of saying will someone still love her when she's older and no longer beautiful. And that line, girl: "Cause let's face it sab is more Disney than Rowan is." Shade is real. LOL. Let me know what your favorite song off of her album is. Mine has to be Bet U Wish - Raye.
Marilove24; Chapt 2: Peyton's part will take a major part in the plot just like his past relation with Sabrina. He's is a main after all. Peyton and Rowan will meet later on in the chapters, don't worry. And they could possibly have an intimate scene. More is coming trust me.
violet1429: That totally made sense, and older version of Sabrina and present day Dave Franco is a good ship. I'd ship it. Davebrina, anyone? I'm pretty sure if Peyton knew Rowan was at the same party as him he wouldn't have even done the cocaine. Which song do you think is for Peyton? Keep in mind that Rowan did fall in love with Curran. Let me know what your favorite song is from the album?
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