Disclaimer: I do NOT own LWD.
A/N: Just listen to the song, it's awesome.
Hollywood's Not America
-Ferras
She just wanted to go home. She thought that this is what she had wanted, but it wasn't. She had lost herself. She only wore the skimpiest of clothes, and never once done what she loved: dancing. No, she was doing something shameful. She could never go home. She could never face her family again. Not after what she had done. She lay in the small apartment that night crying. She just wanted to see them again. Just wanted to be with them, the ones that truly loved her, not the ones that only loved what she done.
Her phone rang. She dried her tears and answered. It was a voice she missed so much. Of course he would know that she was unhappy, just by the few letters she had wrote. The tears came again as she heard his voice.
"You're looking for a thrill, but you've done it all Casey. Put your blue jeans back on and come home. We miss you," Derek told the beautiful girl he missed so much. He knew what she had done, but refused to look at the pictures. His buddies had told him about them and even said things that hurt about her. They were all lies. She wasn't like that, this wasn't her. She just got caught up in the scene. He knew it.
"I can't, I have to become what I want!" she cried into the phone.
"You barely recognize yourself Case, just come home. You know you belong here, with me. I love you."
"Okay," Casey gave in easily. A lot easier than he expected. She was just looking for a reason to leave, and he had just given it to her. She was going home.
She stripped out of the little tight dress she had been wearing and pulled on a pare of blue jeans and a hoodie. She called the airport and got a red eye ticket home. She didn't have anyone to say goodbye to here, it was her past now. She was going to be with the one she loved, and loved her back.
A/N: Thoughts?
~Domi~
