love through protection

Chapter 1

   August 24th

Riley

"And then I'm moving to Italy and marry a mafia leader, and be rich."

"And you think that will happen?" I say to Kelsey.

we are laying on a meadow and enjoying our last days of summer break before we start our last year of high school.

Kelsey is telling me that if she doesn't become the most famous artist in the world she will marry an italian mafia leader.

Kelsey is my best friend since we're 4 years old. We grew up together in our west side area in Beverly Hills, we were in the same kindergarten,school and same class, and hopefully we will be in the same college.

Somehow we've ended up being best friends which is really funny cause we both are from two different planets considering our personalities.

For her it's always no risk no fun. She doesn't fear speaking off her mind and have a huge confidence and attitude.

She fights and argues with almost every person on the rich side of beverly hills. She hates them all, and thinks they all are just some stuck up asses who throw their money around like its trash without having any problems or debts.

I think exactly the same but otherwise than Kelsey i just always ignore the rich girls when they make fun of me and Kelsey. I don't give away an big attitude like Kelsey and i don't do parties and stuff like that.

For me its no risk=Fun

I like sports and shes into art. I can't wait until the sun goes down to sleep while she likes to stay awake the whole night just to see the sun rising. She's able to just say 'no' to anyone while i try to find multiple excuses for hours to say 'no' in a nicer way.

i guess what people say is right. opposites attract.

"Of course it will happen."

"You need to stop reading those mafia stories, they don't exist, only those old grumpy and grey haired Men who are in their middle 50s are the real mafia leaders."

"Nahh, there are hot mafia leaders in my age trust me, I'm always right." She says and gets up to sit.

I do the same.

"Hey, is it okay when i sleep at your place today again?" She asks me.

"Of course it is. Don't you ever ask that again. My house is also your house." I say grabbing her hand when she looks at the floor shamefully.

She lives with her dad in my neighborhood. Her mom died two years ago and since ever she hates it to sleep in her house so she's most of the time at my place.

I don't mind it. She's the sister i never had.

"Thanks." She sighs heavily.

"Stop thanking me always. C'mon my mom made cake." I say grabbing both her hands and helping her getting up.

We live in a small house, my mom is a waitress and i help her and work also at a coffee shop.