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Lydia's POV
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Four months later

It's been about a week since Grayson left. We ran away together. Just two teenagers leaving their parents and friends for the hope of love. Well for me, ex-friends.

Days felt like weeks, and seconds felt like hours just knowing that Grayson was with someone else. It hurt even more knowing that he was dating someone else the whole time. He's such an ass.

I'm by myself in a small apartment in L.A. that I can barely afford. Its really lonely here, because I have no one. But I guess it's basically the same as when I lived at home in Dallas, because my parents rarely talked to me anyway.

I sat down on my bed in the small, shitty apartment and looked out my window. The view was probably the only thing in the apartment that I liked. The window was sitting over my bed and it stretched so long it was almost the size of the wall. I could see everything. The buildings almost rose above the clouds, and I could see the edge of the ocean.

Today, it was storming outside. Believe it or not, but rain was my happy weather. I just found it comforting watching the rain fall and hearing the thunder. But I'm glad it's not a bad storm because if it was, our building manager would have everyone evacuate the building and go down into the storm shelter. It sucked down there. It was not big enough for everyone in the building. The walls were concrete, and the floor was just rocks scattered on dirt. And the residents in this building are all fucked up. I have found that none of them, not one, is the slightest bit normal.

Mr. Roberts, for example, is always in a bad mood. The bags under his eyes sagged so low, he could probably see them. And I bet he hasn't showered in a week. I don't know if it's because he served in the war and lost a few fingers, but he's never nice.

I laid down on my bed and my cat, Dixie, jumped on my stomach and just laid there. I let out a giggle and pushed her to my side. I was so tired. I haven't been getting much sleep lately because of this annoying kid upstairs keeps jumping on his bed and I can hear the constant thuds in my room.

I listened to the rain as it hit my window and the thunder that roared every once in awhile and I just started to think.

I thought about how terrible everything was. How terrible life was. How terrible having no job was, and no friends, and barely enough money to live.

I thought about my parents. I wonder how they are doing. I wonder if they miss me. Probably not. They never talked to me anyway.

I think my parents love me, it's just that my mom gave all of her attention to my dad and never me. My dad didn't talk much. But when he got mad, my mom would put her hand on his shoulder and rub his back for awhile until he calmed down.

I never really understood why. Yeah, my dad sometimes had a temper, but my mom would do it even when he was just stressed out.

Anyways, I walked into the kitchen which was extremely small, Maybe the size of a kitchen inside a trailor, and grabbed my phone off the counter.

3 new text messages from:

Mom
Julia (2)

I looked at my mom's text first.

'Lydia, you left some of Dixie's food at home. I don't know if you need more or whatever'

I frowned. What the hell? I don't think I've even talked to her in 2 months so I was expecting, well hoping for an 'I love you' or an 'I miss you.' But I guess not.

I opened Julia's text next. She's my best friend. The only friend who didn't leave me. Actually, the only friend that I didn't leave.

'Hey Lyd, you doing okay? Not having to much fun with Grayson are you? '

And

'I miss you girly!'

The first text kind of caught me off guard. I totally forgot that I hadn't told her about me and Grayson. When I saw his name, I nearly gagged. Ugh I hate him.

I responded:

'I've been better, and I really miss you too.'

She answered so quickly, it was like she was sitting there waiting for her phone to light up so she could text me back right away.

Julia: what's wrong?

Me: he left.

Julia: he left? What do you mean?

Me: Grayson. Fucking Grayson was cheating on me with another girl.

Julia: what?! That bastard. Who does he think he is? And he took you far away from me! And he just cheated on you? why would he cheat on you? You're like PERFECT. He obviously didn't deserve you.

I smiled. I was glad I still had a friend to go to.

Me: thanks Jewels.

Julia: so what are you going do? Aren't you like, alone up there in L. A.?

Me: yeah and I'm considering coming home.

Julia: omg home? As in home, home? As in Dallas, Texas? As in back to living a block away from me?

Me: mhm. We can watch Pitch Perfect over and over and over again.

Julia: I think I might have just died for a second.