In it to Win it

Chap. 3: FOB, Flashing Lights & Shiny Cars

Chapter 3: FOB, Flashing Lights & Shiny Cars

"I think that's the last of it," Aunt Jane said, placing down the last box.

After the two hour drive to LA, unpacking some boxes, and setting up my apartment, we were all exhausted.

"I sure do hope so. Is there any food," I asked, heading towards the kitchen.

"Cammy should be back any moment with the groceries."

I nodded and plopped down into one of the only chairs that were set up.

"Don't I have a roommate," I asked, taking a sip from my water bottle.

"Yeah. She getting here in a day. Remember, her name's Sophie, and she's on your team."

"Okay. Where was she from again?"

"I think Miami?"

I nodded. The door burst open, and Cammy came in, lugging groceries behind her.

"Remind me to never walk from the parking garage all the way up here with an armful of groceries!"

"There's an elevator," I said.

"Yeah, even with the elevator my noodle arms aren't built for this," she exclaimed, dropping the bags on to the counter.

"Is that everything," Aunt Jane asked.

"Yup. You owe me big time, Ree," Cameron said, dropping into the seat next to me.

"Mm hmm. I'll just pay you back with an ice cream trip."

"Fair enough," she said, shrugging.

"Let's get the rest of these boxes unpacked!" Aunt Jane said, clapping her hands together, coming back into the room. I didn't even notice her leave.

We groaned, but got up and started organizing the apartment.

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After all the boxes were unpacked, I changed into a pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap, heading to bed. I let Cammy sleep with me, while Aunt Jane insisted on sleeping on the couch.

I climb into bed next to Cameron, and immediately drift off.

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I hear a crash, and I jerk upright, straining to hear what's going on. Cameron's still asleep. That girl could seriously sleep through anything. I shake my head, and hop out of bed. I check my phone and look at the time, squinting at the brightness.

3:39 a.m.

I hear another loud noise, and grab my guitar, ready to use it as a weapon.

I quietly open the door, and am grateful for it not squeaking. Thank goodness for a modern apartment.

I tip-toe into the hallway, and look around. I don't see anybody, and carefully walk into the main living area. I look around, and again, see nobody. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hello."

I scream and drop my guitar. The light flashes on, and I see a young woman, around 20 standing there, shocked.

"Who are you?" I ask, my hand over my heart.

"Sophie Lancaster. What are you doing in my apartment?"

"What?! I live here!" I say.

Sophie looks at me confused, and then her expression changes to realization.

"You must be my roommate! For Just Sing?!"

"Oooh," I say. Now that I think about it, her name does ring a bell. "Well, I'm Bree Jenson," I say, sticking out my hand. We shake hands.