Okay this is officially my first fanfic. Now i'm not going to abrade you with a sob inspiration story. Here's The Accident.
I was walking down the long pavement, the New York cold kissing my skin. The sun's dim heat the only thing keeping me warm. I don't blame the bus driver. I blame NYC Transit in general. I waited for the bus in the cold, intently sore. The bus always took its time although it seemed that the wait for the bus was longer everyday. Acknowledging that the bus wasn't coming I began walking again.
The frostbite slowly consumed my hands each time I stopped to check for the bus. I continued walking, no bus coming as of yet when I see a tall blonde walking towards me squinting his eyes. "Laura?" he questioned. I turn around to see no one there. Was he talking to me? "Laura," he called again. Only this time we were face to face.
All of a sudden I felt two arms wrap around me, his. Astonished by his actions I pushed him away, still oblivious of who this "Laura" is.
"Um excuse me but don't you think it's rude to hug strangers? And who the hell is Laura? My name is Katyra." He looked at me like he had just received the worst new of his life. Soon and very quickly that dumbfounded expression turned into anger. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You disappear for four whole years without even saying goodbye let alone leave LA to come all the way here. You gave up on everything and everyone. You gave up on us. You even changed your name. It's like you've forgotten what its like to be a Marano!" he yelled at me. At that moment frustration washed over me; retaliation taking control. In the end, i'm not sure if I meant half of what I said. "I don't even know you. And there was never an us. And what the fuck is a Marano? My name is Katyra Ramirez and i'm not going to take any bullshit from you!" I boarded the bus that was now departing. I left him there mouth wide open, speechless.
I got home as soon as I could, panting as I reached my front door. I opened the door, the warm air caressing all over my body sending a chill of comfort up my spine. I locked the door behind me and walked straight to the living room impinging on the lenient sofa. I turned on the TV. A good episode of Supernatural was on but my thoughts were too rattled by the events that took place earlier with blondie. I don't even know his name. I don't even know who this 'Laura Marano' chick is but I was determined to find out.
I rushed up the stairs to my room and eagerly got out my laptop. I typed Laura and then the whole name popped up. I clicked it. I nearly cried at the sight. Apparently they shipped this Laura Marano with Ross Lynch. Hesitantly, feared of what I might find I clicked it, images. My heart stopped, skipped a beat, jumped, whatever hearts can do when in shock my heart did it all. It was him. He was Ross Lynch, apparently famous. They both were. But what about her. She was a spitting image of me or I was a spitting image of her but the only difference is i'm not her. The whole room started spinning. I must've fallen asleep because when I woke up the sun was shining bright through my window and my alarm clock read 11:23.
I closed my laptop and jumped out of bed. I quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed my metrocard. I needed to find out more. I needed to find him. A series of different questions scrambled through my mind until I reached the front door. I looked back one more time to make sure this wasn't a fantasy or dream. Already advised with realization that this is indeed reality, I closed the door behind me, on my way to find the truth.