Hey, thanks for all the reviews! Glad you all like the story. This chapter is set in the time of when they're about 23/24 years old, and it's based around how Cindy's doing. The next chapter will be about Jimmy, or Libby or Sheen or something...you catch my drift? Okay, here's chapter 3.
Unexpected
Chapter 3
Cindy's POV
California. That one word could hold so many different possibilities, and you probably wouldn't think that it would hold bad things.
I've lived in California for about 2 years, and I'm sick of it. Having Texan roots, it's hard to just pack up and leave. But that's what I did. Even after I moved about five or six years ago, I still have my accent. Or that's what my Californian friends tell me.
I've been looking desperately for a chance to go back to Texas, but even though several have come up, other things got in the way. Another movie audition, or photo shoot, or something like that.
Just yesterday Libby left a message on my machine saying that we should get together soon. I tried not to get my hopes up, because it seems that whenever I do, I can't even get to call her back I'm so busy. But this time, I checked my schedule, and I'm totally free for the next three weeks. Hello, vacation! But then my stupid assistant called and said that I needed to go to Europe for a movie shooting. Dang.
And my past still haunts me. That fateful graduation day and all the happy memories before that. One crosses my mind several times a day, and even sneaks into my dreams:
Flashback
I had just turned 16, and me and Jimmy sat in the Candy Bar. We were just messing around, pretending that it was our first date all over again.
Instead of talking, he took a napkin and a pen and wrote something down.
He slid it across the table to me and I opened it slowly.
It read: "Can I kiss you?"
I chuckled softly and replied: "Will you still love me in the morning?"
I slid it to him and took a drink or my purple flurp while he read it. He smiled and wrote his answer: "Forever and Ever, Babe."
End Flashback
I sighed. That was my favorite memory.
"Get a life Cindy." My friend Ashley said and smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and looked out my window on the passenger side I was sitting on. She was driving me to the airport, so I could to go Europe.
"I can barely see...I hope I don't crash!" Ashley said, only half-joking. She was right though, the was about 8:30 p.m., but it was very dark. We were in the middle of a horrible snowstorm. Great.
"I bet there's gonna be a lot of delays, too," The fake blonde said beside me. Yep. She dyed her hair blonde, as it was the hottest hair color. Or so she says.
When I asked her why she would want to dye her hair anyways, she said because she lives in California. I think that's probably a little offensive to the proud Californians she has lived with ever since she was 2. I have no problems with Californians, they're just Texans without the accent.
She says she wished she never moved to California, because all her life she's been stuck with snobby, fake tan, dyed blonde hair girls. I tried to reason with her that not all Californians are like that, and she says she knows, but still curses her bad luck that she has to live with them all.
I still wonder why she even dyed her hair if she hates California so much.
We pulled up to the airport to find that there was a lot of delays. Hardly any people was there, and that was a good thing. I didn't want to be mobbed by fans.
"Do you want me to wait here?" She asked, shivering slightly.
"Nah, I'm fine. Just remember to pick me up in five days, okay?" I asked.
She nodded and gave a little wave, walking out of the deserted airport. I already had my ticket so all I had to do was sit. I didn't recognize him at first, but I gasped softly when I saw the familiar boy-er, man-walk into the airport.
I saw him, and my heart broke all over again.
A/N: Kinda suckish. Okay, no offense to any of you Californians! And I'm not saying that all Californians have fake tans and dye their hair blonde or their snobs or anything, that's just Ashley's opinion. Please don't flame me for that.
Here is the song that goes with this chapter. I don't own this song, okay?
Califoria Girls, by Gretchen Wilson.
I ain't never had a problem with California
There's a lot of good women from Sacramento to Carona
But them Hollywood types after awhile wear on ya
Struttin' around in their size zeroes
Skinny little girls, no meat on their bones
Never even heard of George Jones
(Chorus)
Ain't you glad we ain't all California Girls
Ain't you glad there's a still a few of us left that knows how to rock your world
Ain't afraid to eat fried chicken and dirty dance to Merle
Ain't you glad we ain't all California Girls
There ain't nothin' wrong with plastic surgery
Well Dolly Parton never looked so good to me
Everybody ought to be exactly who they want to be
But that Paris Hilton gets under my skin
With her big fake smile and her painted on tan
She's never get a chance with a real man
(Chorus x2)
Ain't you glad we ain't all California Girls
Ain't you glad there's a few of us left that know how to rock your world
Ain't afraid to eat fried chicken and dirty dance to Merle
Ain't you glad we ain't all California Girls
Ain't you glad we ain't all California Girls
I heard this song earlier today, and I thought it went well with this chapter because Cindy lives in California. I think you all know who walked into the airport after Cindy right? If not, find out in the next chapter! Oh, there's also a scene from Click here. (The Flashback.) R&R!