|Bright Lights, Bigger City
Author: SWACGleekFreak PM
A collection of one-shots that occur before and after my story 'Thanks For The Memories'. Read TFTM first, it makes more sense if you do. Rated T for language mostly.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Phil W. - Chapters: 9 - Words: 18,121 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 08-14-11 - Published: 07-08-11 - id: 7159248
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I had to start this, because I'm already missing the story. (Its hasn't even been 24 hours since I've ended it. Wow.) Anyways, the poll is still open if you want to vote, but for now, this is going to be the first chapter.
Also, any title suggestions? Not really sure about the one I have…
Review, and be nice about it. Hate is something that is frowned upon, so leave it at the door.
Chapter One- How We Met
"We are WHAT?" I yelled at my parents, choking on my grilled cheese sandwich. We were all in the dining room, eating some lunch when my parents dropped the bomb on me and my twin brother, Doug. My older sister, Maggie, was coming over soon, but now, I didn't even want her here at all.
My mother placed her sandwich down on her plate and looked at me. "Honey, your father and I only want what's best for you. This job is Los Angeles is going to make everything better. We even got a house where you and Doug don't have to share a room."
I folded my arms across my chest. "Well, I'm going to stay with Maggie then. She's old enough to take care of me."
My parents looked at each other. "Maybe, but she also has a little boy to take care of. She doesn't need her eight year old sister bothering her." My father said, turning his attention to Doug. "You're excited, aren't you Dougie?"
Doug lifted his head from his tomato soup and nodded, slurping up the soup. "I guess." He muffled, wiping his chin with his shirt.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. What's wrong with living here in Seattle? Can't you just get a job here? Why do we have to ruin everything by moving to Crap Angeles?"
I wasn't looking forward to the move if you hadn't noticed. Ever since I was born, I've lived here in Seattle. All my friends were here, not to mention my crush, Jason. Now I'd never have a chance with him if I move to California. Maybe that was my dad's motive; ruining my life.
My dad tossed his napkin on his plate, and looked at me. "Well, we don't need your opinion. We already bought the house, and were moving to California next week."
Next thing I knew, I had stormed out of the room, up the stairs, and into my room. I slammed the door, making one of my posters fall down from the wall. I locked my door, and fell backwards onto my bed. I felt my eyes become hot and blurry, and I began to cry into my pillow.
A week later, we arrived in front of a large house in Los Angeles. I was in the backseat of my dad's car, listening to my CD player. Doug was asleep next to me, and my mom was knitting something in the passenger seat.
"We're here!" my dad announced, putting the car in park. "Are you guys excited?"
"Overjoyed." I deadpanned, looking out the window at our new home.
It was summer, when we moved, so we didn't have school yet. My mom insisted that Doug and I go to the nearby park and make some friends. I was reluctant at first, but I decided it couldn't be that bad. Maybe I would find some nice girl that liked stuff I was into.
My mom dropped us off at the park, saying she would be back in half an hour. What was going through her mind, leaving two eight year olds alone is beyond me.
I walked over to a shady tree and pulled out my notebook from my bad. I clicked my pen and began to write when a shadow covered me. I looked up to see a huge boy, probably two years older than me, staring down at me, like I stole something from him.
"Hello," I said, trying to be friendly. "I'm Rachel. What's your name?"
Big Boy didn't answer me. "This is my tree." He said, cracking his knuckles. I cringed at the noise. I had always hated that noise. Before I could reply, he picked me up and tossed me in a mud puddle nearby. I held back tears as he began to tease me about my short hair, and my dress. He began to pull my short locks, and before I was about to lose hope, I heard a voice.
"HEY!" another boy's voice yelled. "Leave her alone Sam!" I looked over and saw a tall boy with bronze hair looking at us. His hands were clenched into fists.
"Oh yeah?" Sam said, cracking his knuckles again. "What are you going to do about it Wenneck?" I then saw the boy punch Sam, and a loud crack echoed in my ears. I saw Sam run off, clutching his nose. The boy turned to me and held out his hand.
"Are you okay?" he asked me, his blue eyes sparkling. "Your all dirty."
I wiped away one of my tears and took his hand. I pulled myself up and adjusted my now brown dress. "I'm fine. Nothing's broken."
The boy smiled, and I didn't realize we were still holding hands. I moved mine away and blushed a bit. "I'm Phil." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "What's your name?"
"Rachel." I said. "Nice to meet you Phil."
"Phil!" I heard another boy yell from the playground. Doug was next to him. The boy had brown hair and glasses. "Are you done playing hero? I want you to come meet Doug!"
"Calm your ass Stu!" Phil yelled back. He turned to me and smirked. "You want to come play with us?" He held out his hand again, and I smiled.
"Sure," I replied, taking his hand. We then ran over to my brother and Stu, who were talking about what they wanted to be when they grew up.
"What do you want to be Doug?" Stu asked my brother, sitting down in front of a slide, his back to it.
"I want to be a business man." Doug replied, adjusting an imaginary tie around his neck. "Just like my dad." I chuckled, and Stu turned to me.
"You?" he asked. "What do you want to be when your older?"
I smiled shyly and motioned to my notebook. "I want to be a writer." I handed him my dirty notebook, and he thumbed through it.
Phil grabbed the notebook from Stu and nodded approvingly. "I think you good Rach. I want to be a teacher." I blushed when he called me Rach. Only my parents and Doug called me that. It was weird coming from someone I had just met.
Stu laughed. "You just want summer's off." Phil's reply was pushing Stu down the slide, sending him toppling down to the bottom. We all laughed.
"What about you Stu?" I asked him, giggling at the rhyme.
Stu adjusted his glasses. "I want to be a dentist. They make BANK." He came running up the slide and high fived an approving Phil.
We continued to play until my mother called from our car that it was time to leave. WE said goodbye, and before I left, Phil kissed me on the cheek.
"Bye Rach." He said, winking. I blushed for about the hundredth time that day, and got in the car.
My mom smiled at me when we drove home. "Who were those two? Friends?"
Doug nodded. "That's Stu and Phil. They are like the coolest kids ever! Stu wants to be a dentist and Phil wants to be a teacher. They also both really like us!"
"That's wonderful Doug!" my mom said, before motioning to me. "What about you sweetie? Did you meet anyone?"
I smiled. "Just Stu and Phil. I became friends with them too."
Doug nudged me. "I could tell you sure liked Phil. She kept ogling him the whole time."
I wanted to punch my brother, but held it back. My mom smiled and turned her attention back to the road. When we got home, I had completely forgotten about Jason.
I could learn to like California.
Children are adorable, no? Well, that's the first one-shot of hopefully many! Please Review! Also send in your title ideas!