Every day I wake up with disappointment. I know I'm pretty; i get told all the time. There's just something though that bothers me about my looks. I don't know I can't explain it. I guess it's a girl thing.
I walked out of my bathroom with an over sized tshirt on and my hair in a bun. I logged onto facebook. everybody was talking about the Of Mice and Men concert tonight. "Fuck I forgot" I mumbled. My friend Crista wanted me to go. To be honest I didn't know who they were really. I've heard only one song because Crista made me listen to it. I didn't know what they looked like or anything about them so I didn't care but Crista would be mad. I shrugged it off; she'll get over it.
It was dark outside. I read my clock 1:30. I needed a walk to calm my mind and I needed a cigarette also. I threw on a pair of shorts and my red vans. I walked and walked. I lived in the heart of London so there was always bars open. It was always busy and filled with music and lights 24/7; that's how I liked it.
I sat down on the fountain across from a bar. I pulled out my lighter and lit my cigarette. I was about to put my lighter back in my purse. Someone stopped me
"Can I use that real quick" A man said. I looked up he had ginger like hair, big eyes, a couple of tattoos here and there; he was pretty hot.
"Sure" I said softly. He smiled at me; I smiled back. I patted the open spot next to me. He sat.
"So what brings you to the city?" He was from America
"I live here." I replied "You?"
"I'm on tour with my band"
"What band?"
"Of Mice and Men"
"Really? My friend went to go see you tonight" I said
"Yeah, London is always fun" He put on a big smile "We're actually going to be in this city for two weeks since this is our last stop and we just wanted to hang out; like I said it's fun and we love it here"
He handed me back my lighter. "I'll see you later maybe?" he said
"Yeah" I said softly. He smiled. He turned to walk away but stopped in his tracks
"I'm sorry but can I buy you a drink maybe?"
"Um..... sure; why not"
We walked into the bar. He took my hand and ket me to the counter as he introduced me to his band mates. We talked for a little bit. After about 10 minutes we sat down at the bar. "So what do you like?"
"Vodka" I said
"WIth what?"
"Nothing" I said proudly
His eyes got big "Damn! How can you drink straight up vodka?" I shrugged.
After I got my drink we started talking "I'm Kaya" I said softly
"I'm Alan" He replied.
I've heard his name before. After a couple seconds I relized that girls would fucking kill people to be where I am; after all he was in a huge band and was insanely hot.
After my third cup of vodka I was wasted.
"Had enough?" Alan asked. I just shook my head "Come with me" He said "I'll take you home"
He helped me into his white escalade. As soon as I got in I closed my eyes and drifted off.
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everything that kills me ~Alan Ashby and Kaya Scondelario fan fiction
FanfictionKaya is depressed, lonely, and pretty much hates everyone. She's gorgeous and could get any guy she wants but she doesn't want anyone. Could a boy with orange hair that asks to use her lighter change that?
