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Y/N Harris thought California was the place of dreams. Everyone who'd moved to California was successful in some way or another.
But when she and her family moved to California, she learned the truth.
California was nothing but a wasteland of broken dreams, decorated with palm trees and fancy stores.
Stuck with parents that didn't care, in an apartment that was 'broke as shit', with a younger sister who depended upon her for everything.
Y/N loved Cali, her sister not the state, with all her heart. She'd been taking care of Cali and herself for years, long before she moved to California.
Her parents were never able to keep a stable job, jumping from employment to unemployment, leaving Y/N to clean up the messes they left behind.
Not to mention the torment she faced almost endlessly.
But Y/N kept a happy mood, lying to everyone she could so they would believe everything was fine.
Soon, that facade would end. But a new life for Y/N would begin.
❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧' ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀
Y/N sighed as she closed the apartment door tightly behind her, looping her bag over her shoulder as she walked across the hallway. She'd lived in California for 6 months now, but spent most of the summer at the apartments with Cali.
Walking down the concrete stairs and towards the mailboxes, Y/N felt the heat beat down on her back. She still wasn't acclimated to the heat, having a distaste for the constant sun and bugs.
Y/N fumbled with her keys as she walked up to the mailbox, finally sticking the key into the opening and twisting it over.
The door to her left opened with a squeak before shutting tightly, Y/N paying no attention to the noise until a figure stood a few feet away.
She eyed the stranger curiously from her peripheral, looking him up and down curiously. The boy had black hair and tanned skin, boyish features that made Y/N blush.
Calling him cute would be an understatement.
Y/N almost forgot about the mailbox, until the boy caught her eye, and she turned away quickly.
"Hi, I'm Miguel!" He introduced with a cheery smile on his face, sticking his hand out towards her. "We just moved into 109."
Y/N gave a sheepish smile. "I'm Y/N." She shook his hand. "I'm in 205 upstairs."
"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Miguel spoke, releasing her hand after a moment. "How long have you lived here?"
"Nice to meet you too. Welcome to Reseda." She welcomed. "It's...it's a place."
"You don't sound so thrilled." The door across Miguel's house, 110, opened and slammed shut, revealing the blonde man who lived inside.
Y/N had only seen him around once or twice, choosing not to make conversation since he was drunk most of the time.
