(Y/N) (L/N) is a 24 year old singer, she has a huge platform and a ton of followers. The day before one of her biggest performance's she meets a certain spree driver , at first everything seems normal and she thinks nothing of him until she remember...
What a fucking creep... Could this day get any worse? I thought as I attempted to navigate where I was. I wasn't familiar with these parts of LA. First I find out my best friend died next some fucking creep films me without my fucking permission and now I'm lost on some random road. What the fuck was going on? Why me? It was as if everything I'd worked for was all falling apart, it was exactly what my mom had warned me about...
(FLASHBACK) "For fucks sake (Y/N)! Los fucking Angele's? Have you lost your fucking mind?", My mom yelled tearing up the resignation letter my work had given her.
"I've worked so hard for this! You can't fucking stop me!", I screamed at her angrily.
"Don't you use that tone with me young lady! Los Angeles is full of all fucked up and dangerous shit! Before you know it you'll be a gambling freak addicted to who the fuck knows", my mom slammed her hand down on the table, shattering one of the plates.
"If you fucking leave this house you're no longer my fucking daughter", my mom said finally.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
I sat down on the side of the road, to make things worse my fucking phone was dead. I slammed it down on the curb, what was I going to do? I had no one to call and apart from Brittany I didn't know anyone in LA. I simply sat with my head in my hands, hoping that someone somewhere knew of my situation right now. The sound of a car horn interupted my sulking session.
"You need a lift or something?", asked a familiar voice.
I looked up it was um Squirt! The spree driver and he was covered in blood...
"Hey! oh um Squirt was it? You good?", I said gesturing to the blood on his face.
"Kurt, yeah It's just like a scratch, one of my cameras fell down whilst I was driving."
I gave him a questioning look, raising an eyebrow, was he for real?
"They're pretty heavy, with all the metal and stuff, gears you know"
I shrugged at him with a smile.
"So uh you need a lift or something? It's still free", he said wiping what looked like a blood stain off his window.
"If you wouldn't mind, I got lost and I'm pretty late for work and it's been a pretty shit day", I smiled hopping into the seat next to him.
"Yeah I don't think Mario's having a better one", he laughed.
"Sorry what was that", I asked turning to Kurt.
I looked over at Kurt who seemed occupied with starting up his car. It couldn't have been that important i thought, I flipped open my compact mirror, shit I looked like a right mess. At least I brought my makeup products with me, I guess that's something decent about today. I started redoing my makeup whilst Kurt cleaned the mysterious stains off his car.
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"Hey Kurt?", I called from inside the car.
"Yeah?" He walked around to the front seat beginning to sit back down.
"You're not really going to drive around looking like a murderer?", I cleared my throat directing my eyes towards the blood on his face.
"Well I guess yeah, so uh (Y/N) you're an influencer right I mean-"
"Yes but that's besides the point, Kurt you're covered in blood! You look like you've murdered someone", I giggled, trying to forget the fact that a couple of hours ago my best friend was literally murdered.
I leaned over to him taking out my makeup wipes and foundation, "Here let me help"
Before he could protest I began taking out a couple of wipes. Kurt was giving me a concerned look, I guess he'd never had his makeup done before. I leaned in closer pushing his hair out of the way, shit this looked a lot worse than just a 'scratch'.
"Those must've been some pretty heavy cameras huh", I said trying to break the awkward silence between me and Kurt as I wiped away the blood with one of the wipes.
"Huh? Oh yeah! Totally worth it though, I'm actually uh live streaming for all my followers er hey guys what's up!", Kurt laughs waving in the direction of one of the cameras.
"You're a streamer?", I ask whilst wiping of the last of the blood.
"Bullseye! Kurtsworld96, I'm active on all platforms, Instagram, YouTube you name it, I livestream regularly actually!", he smiled.
"Thats incredible!", I replied covering up his cut with the foundation.
It was strange how seriously people took social media, I mean I'm no better but this guy seemed set on being an influencer as a career, it was kind of depressing in a way. I was out here living the life that he wanted, over looking how lucky I was, barely interacting with my fans, showing up late to meetings, what the fuck was I even doing with my life at this point?
"Hey (Y/N)? You good?", Kurt asked.
"What?", I'd totally forgot that I was suppose to be helping this guy not look like a murderer! I'd lost track of time completely.
"No, this morning I just found out that my best friend fucking died, I'm lost, my phone's dead, I'm late for an important rehearsal, my mom fucking hates me and I've got everything I've ever fucking wanted and yet I still don't feel happy. Does that ever happen to you?", I cried falling back into my seat.
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Crap. I didn't mean to tell him everything that happened.
"I'm sorry i- I that was incredibly- I don't even know- I'm sorry I'm just going to call my mom or something", I said awkwardly reaching for the door handle.
"No, no I totally get it um (Y/N), it's totally cool! Don't worry! I mean my dad's a total ass hole", Kurt laughed reaching for my hand.
"You do? I'm sorry I really didn't mean to dump my problems onto you , I guess I just had to get them out somehow", I sighed .
"Yeah yeah I understand, let's just get you to work", Kurt said smiling again starting up his car.
