Still loving you. Jade's pov

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"I wrote a song called Dirty Diana

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"I wrote a song called Dirty Diana. It was not about Lady Diana. It was about a certain kind of girls that hang around concerts or clubs, you know, they call them groupies." - Michael Jackson.

Setting, 1988:

Jade's vibes -you can imagine her as you wish but this is my inspo:

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Jade's vibes -you can imagine her as you wish but this is my inspo:

Jade's vibes -you can imagine her as you wish but this is my inspo:

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jade's outfit reference/inspo:

jade's outfit reference/inspo:

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The beginning.

It was raining -as usual- in Seattle as my mother dropped me off at the airport. I had my -way-too oversized- black leather jacket on with a grey zip-up hoodie underneath.

My black backpack was filled with necessities -and by that I mean my toothbrush, water bottle, hairbrush, a Star Wars comic and my take-a-long cassette player with headphones,which was a gift from my father on my twenty first birthday. Alongside I had my trolley with clothes fitting for the warm and sunny weather that I would be met with.

It was hard for me to believe that I would soon leave the boarding gates to hop on a plane which would land me in Los Angeles. I was dreaming about this since I was 15. Me in Los Angeles, alone, in a cozy appartement -that I would only share with a cat- and chasing my dream of becoming a well known actress. And at that age I made a promise to myself to overcome any obstacle that life would've thrown my way.

Many of the people around me -such as family and friends- intuitively knew that it would be just a matter of time before I would've left the grey, rainy and humid Seattle. To know that that time had finally arrived made me slightly lightheaded from the excitement and nervousness that I felt forming at the pit of my stomach - I knew that feeling all too well to know it was my anxiety.
But this anxiety had a positive undertone to it. Or at least, that's what I assumed.

"Jade, promise dad and me that you will send Lola and Ross letters." Mama said while hugging me as tightly as she could. "We will all miss you so much sweetheart." Mom continued and I could see that she was trying to hide tears behind her beautiful eyes.

"Mama I told you remember? I will send Lola a package with a letter and gifts on her birthday," I said. "And for Ross and papa I will write separate letters." I smiled. "But I'll include it in the box too." I quickly added.

"Lola will be so incredibly happy, Jade." Mama said while holding me by my shoulders while she looked me up and down.

"I hope so, it's the least I can do." I said while gazing at what seemed like a chewing gum mark on the ground and trying to not cry in front of mama. "I'm still feeling so guilty that I won't make it home for her birthday but I promise I will make up for it."

"Jade she is turning 8, it's okay, she'll have a lot of friends from her school over and we will all see each other soon." Mama comforted me.

I quickly nodded. "Yes that's true, I will really miss you guys." I said while thinking of my little sister Lola and brother Ross. And it was only in that moment that I realized that I won't be able to walk them to school in the mornings. Or spend my days with them, let alone being there on time for their birthdays.

"We all want you to be happy Jade." Mom said.

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We all want you to be happy Jade

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We all want you to be happy Jade.Those words circled and circled trough my head while I was in my passenger seat. I reached for my cassette player, put my headphones on. While "Still Loving You" by scorpions blasted trough. And the two hours flight went by quickly as I closed my eyes and dozed off to sleep.

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