Hello everyone!

Chapter 2 up today! Since it's like the longest chapter I've ever written, I split it into two parts for easier reading.

I'm glad you like the idea of the story so far and I hope you're gonna like what's going to happen next!

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Steffi :)

LA, Here We Come!

Part 1 – The Arrival

"LA, here we come!" Marissa yelled and threw her hands up in the air as the girls entered the City of Angels in Summer's blue BMW cabrio.

Summer laughed and turned the music on the radio even louder. "So what do you wanna do, Coop?" she asked. "We have more than two hours to get to the casting."

Marissa shrugged and closed her eyes, letting the warm California wind blow through her hair. "Let's head out to the beach or something." She suggested.

"Sure, cuz that is something we never do at home." Summer joked and looked over to Marissa who wore a stupid grin on her face.

Marissa shrugged. "Sorry." She said and giggled.

For a short moment, Summer had the impression that her best friend was slightly drunk. But maybe too much sun could have the same effect on a person.

Summer pulled on another lane and turned her car to the direction of the beach. Pretty soon, she wouldn't be having those California beaches anymore, so why not have a little fun?

Only a few minutes later, Summer and Marissa were lying in the sand, once more letting the California sun tan their perfect bodys.

Adjusting her sunglasses on her nose, Summer laughed. "I think I'm gonna be the most tanned girl in NYC." She said.

Marissa grinned and turned her head towards her best friend. "I see you're very self-confident on getting the job." She said.

Summer just shrugged. "Sure, why not? I mean, I am cute and… you know… all the models you know are blonde… I can sense it's time for an innovation." She replied and winked at Marissa.

The girls laughed and laid their heads back onto their towels, the warmth of the sand spreading from their heads through their bodies, making them comfortably tired.

Especially Summer felt the tiredness coming, a thing that wasn't a surprise after the last few days she'd had.

Since she knew that she was going to partake in the model casting, she had been working on the different outfits that were requested by the jury for almost a week. Everything had to look perfect, no, SHE had to look perfect, because this thing that was happening to her at the moment was just too good to be true.

And Summer knew that she had never wanted anything more than getting accepted for the company and start an exciting career as model… well, there had been this adorable pair of Prada shoes she had seen on Rodeo Drive when she had been shopping there with Marissa when they had been thirteen…

Summer smiled to herself as she thought about how much patience and begging it had taken her to convince her father to buy her those shoes. At first he had said no, but for almost a week, Summer kept annoying her father until he finally gave in and gave her the money she needed to buy the shoes.

But where were these shoes right now? Summer scratched her head. "Hey, Coop, do you know what happened to my first Pradas? You know, the ones I got when we were thirteen…"

Marissa didn't answer, and Summer just needed to listen carefully to know why. Her friend laid next to her, her arms stretched out next to her body, a slight snore escaping her mouth. Marissa had fallen asleep.

Summer grinned to herself and closed her eyes as well, feeling sleep coming in very fast. Just before she drifted out completely, she knew what had happened to her first Pradas.

Until today, they stood in the back of her wardrobe, waiting for somebody to wear them for the first time.

Some time later, a content sigh escaped Summer's lips as the world slowly faded back to her senses while she woke up from her little afternoon nap. In a far distance, she could hear the constant rolling in and out of the waves, a mighty and yet peaceful sound that stroked her ears.

A little louder than the waves were the different voices she heard around her – children laughing and women chatting.

The summer breeze blew over her stretched out body, giving her the same comfortable warmth that had made her fall asleep earlier that day.

Little by little, Summer's senses came back in the world now, but she refused to open her eyes. She was sure she had enough time to capture the moment a little longer.

So all she did was stretch and put her hands behind her head, now slowly opening her eyes to stare into the cloud-free California summer sky. One more happy sigh escaped her mouth when she felt how being awake made the effect of the sunlight making her feel warmer and warmer any minute.

Wiping a tiny line of sweat from her forehead, Summer sat up to watch onto the ocean, letting the breeze that came from its direction cool her skin. She glanced over to Marissa who was still snoring, still in the same position she had fallen asleep in before.

Summer looked back onto the ocean again and wondered if she should go for a quick cooling swim, just to bring down her heated body. She reached over to her purse and pulled her cell phone out to check the time they had left until they needed to get to the casting studio.

When Summer saw the actual time, her blood froze. She ripped of her sunglasses and rubbed her eyes, just in case that she was hallucinating. A second glance at the cell phone's watch proved it. There were only ten minutes left for them to get to the competition.

And as if the shock of discovering that she had overslept on the probably most important day of her life wasn't huge enough, two little boys who were chasing after a Frisbee let themselves fall into the sand right next to her, causing the wind to blow a little sandstorm over Summer's body.

"Damn it, watch where you're going!" Summer yelled at the two boys, shooting them an angry look. Wiping herself clean from the sand, she jumped up and quickly threw her stuff into her bag with one hand while she shook Marissa out of her sleep with the other.

"Coop, wake up!" she yelled and jumped to her feet, rolling her towel into a ball, now nudging Marissa with her foot. "Damn it Coop, WAKE THE HELL UP!"

"What's wrong?" Marissa's croaky voice asked as she slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes to find her best friend packing up their stuff in panic.

Summer grabbed Marissa ungently by her arm and pulled her to her feet, grabbing her best friend's towel and rolling it to a ball as well. "The competition starts in less than ten minutes!" Summer cried and ran over to her car.

It took Marissa a little to realize what the actual problem was, she was still half asleep, but the alarming tone in Summer's voice made her run as well, following her friend into the car.

When Marissa arrived at Summer's BMW, the engine was already on, and even before Marissa had closed her door, Summer drove off into the city jungle of Los Angeles, always in the hope not to miss too much of the competition that was about to decide her future.

Of COURSE they were stuck in rush hour traffic. Of course they were. Because why in all world should they just have some luck? A tiny, small ounce of luck Summer needed so bad right now.

But no. Obviously, God thought that Summer didn't need any luck. And instead of presenting all the dresses that were lying behind her and Marissa in Summer's BMW, the girls were stuck in the middle of a crowded highway. They hadn't even changed their position since ten minutes.

Marissa watched with big eyes how her best friend kept on drumming with her fingers on the steering wheel, mumbling curses to herself.

"Sum, you need to calm down-"

"Shut up Coop." Summer replied and stood half up to see what the cause of the traffic jam was. "Isn't anybody able to drive here anymore?" she yelled over her windscreen, making some of the drivers in front of her turn around.

A young man grinned at Summer who was still in her bikini top and jeans hot pants, still leaning over the windscreen and cursing to herself.

"This is rush hour, lady. It's gonna take a while."

If looks could kill, the driver would have been lying dead over the steering wheel of his jeep right at that moment, regarding the murderous look Summer had shot him as a response to his comment.

"Really? Well thanks for the info, you dumbass." Summer mumbled and slumped back into her seat, sighing theatrically.

Marissa sighed as well and stared into the distance, wishing to herself that this stupid jam would disappear.

A shrill noise made Marissa jump in her seat and she looked over to Summer who was hitting her car's horn now instead of drumming with her fingers on it. "Come on people, let's GO!" Summer yelled and rubbed her eyes with her free hand. "This just can't be true. Tell me Coop, what have I ever done wrong in my life to deserve this?"

Marissa opened her mouth to answer when Summer stood up again, yelling X-rated curses right over her windscreen, her tiny hand never leaving the horn. Marissa sunk back into her seat in case someone knew her around here. She knew that any attempt to calm her best friend would fail now.

When Summer had one of her famous rage blackouts, it was best for her environment to leave their hands off her. And Marissa certainly didn't want to get in the center of Summer's aggression.