Chapter 1/5 California Dreamin'

How can I describe my life? I remember Flea from the Red Hot Chili-peppers describing the bad as California to the bone. Well that is what I am, California to the Bone. Every night is a party, every morning I'm out surfing, in between I attend classes to earn my degree, and of course I street skate to every class. I can be superficial, and I'm so into my family. What can I say Tupac said it best California Knows how to party.

As for family, I also live in a uniquely California family. My only blood relation is my Mom, but she won't let me call her that. I call her by her nickname, Pea. We live with a married couple, who have known me and my mom like forever. The woman's great, I swear sometimes if it wasn't for Bee, that's what she's called, I couldn't get along. Cee, that's what we call Bee's husband, is great too; he's been like a dad to me. I've never known my dad; my mom told me he died before I was born.

Well enough with my family, back to me, my favorite subject. I've had a great life; you will never hear any complaints from me. Before I could remember I've been to the Whiskey and other Sunset Strip Clubs, well my mom is a big shot in the music media business. So I was envied because I got to see all the hot shows and got to go back stage, gotta love me. Well I also have a great fashion sense, which Bee taught me, she laughs how I can completely go from surfer girl, and then be a glamour girl the next moment. I've always had custom dresses and gowns in High School, hey I might be spoiled but I'm no sob. Now Cee is not use to being around girls only, he and Bee have two daughters, my spiritual sisters, Haley and Sawyer. I swear I can do anything with those girls. Well back to Cee, he was the father figure around the house, and not knowing how to relate he taught the girls all he knew about skating and surfing.

Well in High School I was a cheerleader, well Bee and my mom insisted. Yet I still felt this pull to basketball. I just loved watching the game and I wished I could have played, it was forbidden. But High School was great, I've never wanted for dates, and I went to all the social functions, I was Prom Queen and Homecoming Queen. Rae, a friend of Bee's and my mom's laughed at how I was such a miss-mash of all of them and my dad. She wouldn't comment further.

Well I'm now a junior at UCLA. I love it, it's a great school. I'm not invouled in anything except my sorority, because I'm pulling a double major in English and Art. Dirty Little Secret Number 1, one of my passions is drawing.

So I don't live at home anymore. I live with my sorority sisters. I love them all, but it's not the same, I can't wait till Friday when I get to hang with Hales and Sawyer. Hales by herself is fun but she's too serious. When Sawyer is around we're crazy.

Well then came that moment. Bee's always told me, about "The moment that everything changes." I was doing my usual routine, get up, take my pills, birth control and one for this freaky heart condition I have, and get on my wet suit. I grab my board and I'm off to the beach. I've this awesome classic black Mercury convertible, it was given to me when I was sixteen, gotta love my life. After surfing I head back to the house and shower. I grab my board and bag and I'm off to class I skate.

I'm hot, there's no doubt about it. Even in my baggy surfer shorts, and oversized hoodie guys notice me. Not that many have a chance, I did the whole date a jock slash loser thing in High School. For some reason I find myself into blond intellectual, sensitive guys. But I'm single because they don't exist.

Well it was a Thursday, and Thursdays I have my favorite class, Modern Lit. Getting there early I take my usual spot and waited. The Professor goes on about modern contemporary fiction and in his opinion most of it is crap. My favorite author writes this stuff.

Dirty Little Secret Number 2: I'm somewhat of a book worm. I've heard Bee comment to my Mom, that I'm just like my dad in that respect.

Great! We have another surprise paper. We have to do ten pages on an author given to us. I hate these assignments, with my luck I'll get Anne Rice. I hate her stuff.

Dirty Little Secret Number 3: Goth blows, never read romance novels because they kill your brain cells, and angst is great material in a novel. I'm sorry but I'm not going to read that book of the month by Steven King. Anne Rice isn't much better, a little too erotic for my tastes as well.

Well I finally got my piece of paper. When I opened it I couldn't believe my luck. I got my favorite author, Lucas Scott. Now there was a great stroke of luck.

After class I skated back to the house. I had a plan to get the must awesome grade on this paper. Dirty Little Secret Number 4: I'm an overachiever.

I'm going to try and get an interview with the reclusive Lucas Scott. One I got to my car I threw my board and bag into the backseat and headed out to my mom's office.

My Mom and I had always had a good relationship. But when I became a teenager she started getting more distant. I started hearing more comments about me being like my dead dad under her breath, or how I had his eyes.

She loves me, there's no doubt. Also she wants the best for me, and to have the best of everything. I personally have no doubt she can't get me the interview with her contacts.

There I was standing in front of my mom's desk. She looked good for a woman who just turned forty. Her green eyes fixed into my blue ones.

"Hey Pea," I said, "I just got this paper and I need help so I can blow it out of the water."

She nodded and smiled. It wasn't the same smile I remembered when I was younger. Bee called it Pea's guarded smile. "Sure, what can I do for you, Honey?"

"Well you see I would like to get an interview with Lucas Scott, plus plane tickets and a hotel room," I said.

Her face dropped, and not the usual face drop when I ask for a big favor, and believe me this is a big favor. This face drop showed a much deeper cut. "KAS, this is like moving heaven and earth, and Lucas Scott is a tough interview to get," she said.

"Pea, c'mon I'm asking because it's for a class, not like last time when I just wanted to meet the band."

She finally nodded in agreement, and made a few phone calls. I was on a Red Eye flight that night from LAX to Wilmington International Airport. I would fly back Monday Morning. Why the extra days, well Lucas Scott lives in this small city near Wilmington named Tree Hill, and my Granddad also lives there. So my mom got his permission so I can stay there, but the condition was I had to spend time with him because he missed me.

Well sidebar here, my granddad is a retired ship captain, and refuses to leave Tree Hill to be close to my mom and me. He says he wants to be close to my late grandma and old family friends. But he visits at Christmas and during the summer.

Well my mom got me the interview needless to say. It took her an hour of negotiations, but I got it. It was Saturday in a place called Karen's Café. A weird place for an interview, well what can you do it is short notice.

Well here's to a great paper, and as Robert F. Kennedy said, "Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly."

This was just an idea I had in my head that came to fruition. Mainly I wanted to write a short fanfiction. I've not abandoned All Roads Lead Back Home, just using some time to write a second fiction. Hopefully it is up to the same standard. ThumperE23