This is the start ( Wesley stromberg fanfic) *SLOW UPDATES*

Life goes on

*sorry for any grammar or spelling errors*

Viviane's pov:

Hmmm, wesley. He could either be a good Idea, or a bad one.

" hi Wesley, I'm viviane"

I say trying to put on a smile. It still hurts to smile, after all that has happened to me, after all I've gone through. The pain and hurt echoes in my head reminding me how utterly alone I am, how I have absolutely no one but my two siblings, the ones I had to move so so far away from. California is amazing so far but I know it's not were I belong, I'm not laid back, I don't surf, I'm not tan like them, I do think like them, I don't act like them. Im stubborn, I over think, I'm impatient, insecure, lazy, and a bit hard to handle. I just....I don't belong here!

I'm stop from my thoughts by Gigi's loudness.

" OH MY GOSH, YES,YES, YES!!!"

I look up confused to whatever Gigi could be ranting over.

"wait what just happened?"

I ask clueless to the situation. Gigi looks at me and rolls her eyes "Ha, did you zone or something? cause we just had this like super long and loud conversation" I just nod and smile sheepishly as I feel my cheeks heat up, being embarrassed from what a fool I just made out of myself. Instead of Gigi answering my question another familiar voice does.

"well, I invited you guys to a party that's going on down at the beach, I mean everyone's gonna be there" oh right, Wesley, that's his name. I guess I was so lost in thought that I forgot about wesley.

"cool . . . well I gotta get going, you comin Gigi or do you wanna stay?" I ask.

I kinda hope she comes so I won't be alone but I don't wanna drag her along if she wants to stay here "oh, umm, yeah come on, Lets go" she says cherfully, she kisses drew one last time before walking over to the car.

"it was nice to meet you guys. See at the party" I wave goodbye but as I do I catch Wesley wink at me, I just mindlessly ignore it and walk back to Gigi and the car.

As we drive to Home Depot for the paint the only thing I hear is Gigi ranting about this party and how 'fun' it's going to be, I mean my definition of fun is defiantly not some dude grinding up against me and me getting totally wasted. Not at all. All I want to do is forget about this, forget that my parents ever died, forget that I lost all my friends by leaving, and most of all . . . forget that I'm in California!

* sigh* But hey, life goes on and if I have to live my life with a fake smile plastered on my face just to get me through the day, then I guess that's what I'm gonna have to do.

My thoughts are plummeted by Gigi poking my cheek "hey, you ok?" she ask, her eyebrows furrowed as she tries to read what ever trance I had gotten my self into. I nod my head and look around to see that I had already parked in the Home Depot parking lot and for the longest time I had just been sitting there lost in my own thoughts, away from the world, just me and my thoughts.  

Driving had always calmed me down especially slow driving, or just driving in general, like when I was young my father would take me to our favorite place. He would take me down to the race track when no one was there and we would just sit in the stadium looking out and imagining possibilities and dreams of our mere future. It was never actually my dream to be a race car driver but I knew it was my fathers and whenever I would ask him if he could go back and change it, if he would persu his dream he would tell me something like 'no because I wouldn't have you, or bella, or john, or your mother, you guys were my dream. You still are. Don't you forget that. I love you kiddo"