Tuesday. 3:32 PM.

The warm weather made me happy; happier than I thought it would. Scientifically, I know there's a connection between sunlight and the human body which causing serotonin levels to rise, but I think it was more than sunlight that caused my sudden happiness to appear. Maybe it was the lack of stress or the sudden freedom I had creatively with my music. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it.

Los Angeles was unlike any other place I had lived. Chicago was, well, Chicago; it had always had a bad reputation, but it was always home, no matter what. There was a period of time after Lauren had become my manager where I lived with her in Florida; that was a fun time. Something was always happening - I had a lot of writing material archived from that year. Then New York, which will always have a special place in my heart, for more reasons than one. First and foremost, my dream - my ultimate goal in life - happened there; I was signed to a label that gave me creative authority over my project. And I met some life long friends there as well. Lastly, there was Los Angeles.

Oh, Los Angeles.

I walked over to the clear, balcony door, sliding it open. I stepped out; my hands gripping against the railing of the balcony as I looked at the scenery before me. Down one side of the street was the inner city; toward the other was the ocean, crashing against the shore. It was a perfect balance between the two different worlds.

From outside, I could hear my phone ringing in my room. I sighed, rushing back inside; I was waiting on a call from my mom. We had agreed for her to come to LA next weekend since Lauren and I had finally moved into an apartment. I lunged for my cell phone on my new queen size bed and realized it wasn't my mother calling, but a video chat call.

In a matter of moments, a familiar face appeared on my screen. "Hey you," Kells grinned. I smiled immediately. His hair was disheveled as if he had just woken up, but his eyes were bluer than ever, even through the reflection of the device.

"Hi," I breathed, walking back out onto the balcony. "Why do you look like you just woke up?" I asked, curiously.

"I took a five-hour nap," he responded, running his hands through his blonde hair. "Slim was supposed to wake me up after two hours, but clearly that didn't happen." He rolled his eyes at the last part. I chuckled.

"How are you?" He asked. I watched as his eyes fell off the screen momentarily as he brought a joint to his lips, lighting it with a black lighter.

"I'm good - Lauren and I finally finished moving in. Granted, we didn't have much. Yesterday we finished furniture shopping; I think they're delivering it tomorrow afternoon," I shared. "I've been writing some, but haven't hit the studio yet - I probably will tonight."

"Is that the same apartments you were telling me about?" He asked, his eyes flickering back to the screen. He wasn't looking at me, though, but past me, trying to observe the room behind me. I smiled.

"No, this is actually a different apartment - it's in the same place, though. The guy had shown us some other apartments when we went on the tour. He showed us one with a balcony - and that was it," I grinned. "Our decision had been made that quickly."

"Don't blame y'all," he said, inhaling from his joint. "Balconies are tight."

"Lauren and I both have one in our rooms," I shared.

"Separate rooms?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Lauren and I may be close but we eventually get sick of each other."

He smirked at me. "Just making sure."

"How are things out there?" I asked, leaning against the railing.

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