Its shorter than the first one...
Yeah no own.
I have nothing against Miley Cyrus...
I'm sorry I haven't updated. I have 2 reasons:
1) I went camping
2) No need to name names*cough* Deeplyunderwhelmed*Cough* but this one chick got on my nerves for saying there's no FAX even though this story only started and she called me an idiot. It pissed me off
So excuse my language but...
Shut The Fuck Up Bitch. You don't know me. You haven't even read the rest of the story. YOU'RE the idiot.
And thank you to Kitana411 who story alerted this story...
Yeah I'm done... Proceed
June 9th
"So we've been thinking that we should move to California." Bianca told my mom and her lovely husband. "We want to live closer to the beach than stuck in the middle."(Its actually fun to be in the middle b/c its not squishy in the mid-west)
"If that's what you want then sure." My mother said to the both of us.
David, my mum's hubby (not my dad because my 'rents are divorced. I'll go into further detail later) chose now to speak up, "It's great," I smiled "but," smile gone, "I have a business trip to South Texas during the summer."
"Damn." I heard Bianca whisper to me. I chuckled.
"What about… Bianca and I go to California and rent an apartment while you and mom can go to Texas? While we're there we can already find places there to familiarize ourselves. Even make some friends before school starts again. So then once summer's over we all move into a house."
My mother's head was tilted at an angle meaning she was in deep thought.
"Sure why not? It's not permanent anyway."
"Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you Mrs. Ride!" Bianca shouted While I just said 'Thanks'.
"You better start packing. I'll find one of those model apartments that have all the furniture already in there for you guys so you only have to bring your clothes."
I was already walking off towards the stairs since we were in the family room but shouted a 'M'mkay' over my shoulder.
This is actually happening. Right now, Bianca and I were boarding the plane that was going to Sunnyvale, which was when I just noticed that Bianca was singing California Gurls by Katy Perry.
I know a place Where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild There must be something in the water
Sippin' gin and juice Laying underneath the palm trees (Undone)
The boys break their necks Tryin' to creep a little sneak peek (At us)
You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the Golden Coast
Once you party with us You'll be falling in love
California gurls, we're unforgettable
Daisy dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin, so hot,
we'll melt your popsicle
California gurls, we're undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Sex on a beach We don't mind sand in our stilettos
We freak, in my jeep Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the stereo
You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the Golden Coast
Once you party with us You'll be falling in love
California gurls, we're unforgettable
Daisy dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin, so hot,
we'll melt your popsicle
California gurls, we're undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
I sang snoop dog's part
Tone tanned, fit and ready, turn it up 'cause it's getting heavy!
Wild, wild west coast, these are the girls I love the most!
I mean the ones, I mean, like, she's the one, kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns!
The girl's a freak, she drives a jeep and lives on the beach,
I'm okay, I won't play, I love the bay, just like I love L. A.,
Venice Beach and Palm Springs, summer time is everything!
Home boys hanging out, all this ass hanging out!
Bikinis, tankinis, martinis, no weenies,
Just a king and a queen,
Katy, my lady, (Yeah)
You looking here baby (uh, huh)!
I'm all up on you,
'Cause you representing California (oh yeah)!
California gurls, we're unforgettable
Daisy dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin, so hot,
we'll melt your popsicle
California gurls, we're undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
I don't know the exact time so I'm estimating
2 and a half a hours later
"We are finally here!" Bianca screamed at my face while still looking out the window as the pilot landed the plane safely.
"Yeah… We really are, aren't we." I said.
"This is going to be so fun! I can finally say that I live in California to those stalker people I chat with online."
I gave her a look.
"Not that I do that…" She added quickly.
I chuckled, "C'mon, let's go get a cab to the apartment building."
"All righty then."
Finally arrived to the apartment building
"Thanks" I said to the taxi driver while giving him 12 dollars.
"Hey do you think that there will be another toy story movie?" Bianca asked curiously.
"Nope because Andy won't be in it. He's in college. He was like them main character. He made Buzz and Woody become friends. He started all the adventures.*yawn*" I said.
"I think so because then it'll just be a movie about Woody, Buzz, and them."
I laughed, "Okay then.*yawn* If you say so.*yawn*"
"Hey if you're tired, I can talk to the front desk lady and you can go to sleep in the apartment. Your mom prepaid it right? I just have to get the keys right?"
"You don't have to get the keys. Mom got them in the mail. You can just tell the lady that we live here now so that she knows we're not hobos."
She nodded and walked off.
I went towards the elevator and pressed 'up' and waited for the doors to open.
Once it did, I pressed floor 17 and waited until I got there. It took a while because other people got on with me too, so it took about a minimum of 10 minutes.
When the door finally opened at floor 17, I took out my keys that were in my jeans pocket and looked at what number it said.
Floor 17, Room 21
I opened the door and shut it once I was inside. I didn't even bother looking around the entire apartment first, I just went looking for a bedroom and claiming it was mine.
I found a bed in that room and laid down on the pillow.
I was almost asleep when I heard the apartment door open and Bianca singing.(Miley Cyrus-Party in the USA)
So I put my hands up,
they're playin' my song
The butterflies fly away,
I'm noddin' my head like "Yeah!"
Movin' my hips like "Yeah!"
Got my hands up,
they're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah! It's a pa-
"Stop singing crap!"
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Fang is introduced in the next chapter...Are you happy now Deeplyunderwhelmed?