Summer in Cali (c. d.)

〰Prolouge/ Chapter 1〰

I honestly had no idea who he was. Is that bad?

That is until someone told me, and THEN I was freaking out.

I mean isn't it kinda cliche that you go to one of the most famous places in America, and happen to run into a celebrity?

Knowing my life, nothing would come up: I would just be a normal teen visiting LA, not even having the slightest chance of running into him. Into them.

Boy, was I wrong.

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A FEW DAYS BEFORE

I woke up to the annoying noise of my alarm.  I immediately jerked up and fell off my my bed.
yep, I do that a lot.

"Gosh dang it..." I murmured before getting up and frustratingly slamming the off button on the 5 am alarm clock.

I hated getting up early: like I'm one of those people that will literally sleep in until 3 p.m. If you don't wake up.

You feel?

On the bright side, it was officially summer break and I was more than grateful to finish off 10th grade.

Only 2 more years of hell, bitch.

I picked up my phone and texted my cousin Tess, whom was attending college after this summer. We grew up pretty close and eventually drifted off because of school and our own personal lives.

So, we decided to hang out and take a vacation to LA together since this summer might be the last time we see each other for a while.

I reached over to my TV and ejected Jurassic Park from my DVD player, from last night and stashed it somewhere in the luggage: I was counting on finishing the movie in LA since I was absolutely in love with Sci-fi fantasy genres.

"Marina, hurry up!! You're leaving in an hour so be ready!!" I heard my adoptive mom say. I groaned. The only thing worse than waking up, is having to get out of bed, and having  your mom yell that at you. I got up (reluctantly), and took a nice warming shower. When I got out, I threw on some floral blouse and mid thigh Jean shorts (my parents are cautious on what I wear so everything has to be below mid thigh) and a pair of sandals.

I know what your thinking: adoptive mom? yes, I'm adopted.

I have been for 14 years (I'm 16 now).

But I always call my mom, mom because honestly it's just so hard to imagine that she isn't my real mom since I've known her for practically my entire life.

I took my previously packed luggage downstairs after putting my hair in a high ponytail, and applying nothing less than foundation, concealer and mascara. I wasn't really big on makeup, and even if I was, my parents wouldn't approve anyway.

    I grabbed a chocolate chip muffin from the fridge seeing it as too having no time to eat a proper breakfast (I still can't believe I don't weigh 5 tons, although most of the time I envy skinny girls) and ran out into the driveway where Tess greated me with her car.

Tess was what I liked to call the "all-American girl." She had a slight southern accent from the years that she used to live in Tennessee, and just always seemed like a country girl to me. Her hair was always long and blonde and styled so that she had bangs.

Maybe it was just the way I saw her .

I hugged my parents goodbye and climbed into the car where Tess talked about hot guys and celebrities on and on.

I, of course, wasn't listening. Tess was just a couple years older than me, and because of that, my parents thought of her as "a good role model" when really she secretly didn't care that much about grades, and was the one who wasn't afraid to go to a few parties, all the time. Although she was a complete fangirl of almost every celebrity (and of every guy at her school), we were still good friends, despite our differences.

"And—Marina!! Are you even listening to me?!"

"Ummm...." Yeah there was no getting out of this one; Tess LOVES attention as much as she likes crushing over guys, and when she doesn't get it, she will kill. "Yeah...you were talking about some guy named Cameron Texas—" She rolled her eyes.

"Cameron Dallas." She corrected, "And that was, like, 10 minutes ago!! I'm talking about how him and Nash are like totally goals!!

"Tess, honestly why do you stress over these celebs so much? I mean it's not like we're ever going to meet them, or be relevant in their lives. Instead, they're just an image on our screens, that we practically would die for. They're just humans like you and I." I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly, her phone started to ring as I could see "Mar's Dad" on the caller ID.

"Ok, Geez, calm yo balls." She nudged me as she reached for her phone.

I rolled my eyes, "Talking like a gangster doesn't make you one, Tess." I joked

"Whatever, you're just jelly that I ain't as ratchet as you."

   I covered my ears and started yelling, "Make it stop!! Make it stop!!!"

  Tess just stared laughing, "Don't make me put on Hotline Bling." Ok, don't get me wrong, I love Drake, but I just HATE that song.

"I swear, if you out that song on or sing ONE lyric out of it, the next music you'll hear will be church bells ringing at your FUNERAL!!!" She continued to laugh.

"You used to call me on my—"

"THATS IT YOURE DEAD, DEAD I SAY!!" I lunge at her but just that second I hear a muffled voice yelling, "What's going on in here?!"
Oh yeah, forgot that dad was on the line...
Whoops
"Oh! Hey Uncle Josh! Sorry we kind of forgot you were on the line... Anyways Marina and I are fine. Bye!" She hung up the phone.

"Great, now I'm gonna get a lecture texted to me from my dad because of you."

"Eh don't worry Mar, we're on vacation! Lets just try and live our lives to the fullest while we're still young!"

"Wow, that speech was inspiring." I smiled joking.

"Thank you, I try really hard."

"Really? Cause I thought all you really tried hard for was trying to get teenage boys' numbers." I retorted.

"Haha, well Hun at least—"

   And that pretty much continued on during the whole entire ride: Tess and I retorting at each other and playfully having "a roasting of comebacks".

   She started the engine, and we started our vacation off, not knowing what was waiting in store in LA, California.

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So what do you guys think? I know it's kind of a boring start but it'll get better knowing she's going to run into a special someone (s).

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