God's Plan

Chapter 1

"Let's go and get drunk rose," Taylor Anderson said. Taylor Anderson had been her best friend ever since elementary school. Now that they were in high school and were soon going to be going to college it is going to be hard for them to be able to say good bye. Rose Cantrell shook herself out of the trance and replied, "sure why not." Being a senior in high school was totally different she was us e to the big city of Los Angeles, but just a few days after the death of her mother she was sent to live with her father over in Mexico. To her Mexico was not that big and she had no friends other than Taylor Anderson. Taylor had gotten permission to move with her best friend to Mexico. Today was a Saturday and school was out for right now. As we quickly got dressed and headed out the door. We decided to take my blue Ferrari. I let her drive because didn't feel like driving today. Yes I intended to go with her but I wasn't going to drink if she did because we wouldn't make it home. We headed straight for the club of her choice of course. I sat in the passenger seat taping away at my phone, I had and Galaxy Note 6s and to be honest it's a huge phone. As we pulled into the 'club' as she puts it I turned my phone off and put it in the glove compartment. The 'club' was actually a stripping bar, women had leopard top bikini's on and don't even  give a freaking crap if someone touches them, and some men will pay the women for a private session, in other words the women would get butt necked and let the male or female touch all over them. Disgusting I know. Anyway as we take a seat at a booth the bar tender comes and takes our order. "What would you like to drink or eat today," he asks. "I'd like a coca-Cola," I said quickly before my friend could answer for me. She glared at me then spoke, " I would like a screwdriver, please," Taylor said. The bar tender nodded and walked off to fill our order. I looked at Taylor, shockingly she looked back. "Really, Taylor? You shouldn't have ordered something that strong if you are wanting to drive home," I say in a carrying voice. "I know but I haven't been here before and I think I deserve something strong," Taylor replies. I shake my head and sigh. The bar tender sets the stuff we ordered down and goes away. I sip my Coke while she is guzzling the drink down. "You're going to regret drinking that so fast you know that right," I said. "You think I don't know these things but I do," Taylor snapped. "Fine then but if you have a migraine latter don't come to me," I said. "I won't okay," she replied.  I brought my hand and put my palm up against my forehead and shook my head. She kept quit and started to just sip the rest of the drink. "I honestly don't know why I go with you to these clubs," I said. "Because you are my friend and you don't want me driving home when I am flat out drunk," she replied. She was right I couldn't let her kill her self. She looked around to the door that had opened to incoming young man, to be honest he looked like he was goth but I didn't say nothing because Taylor was literally drooling about him. She waved and he came over. "Hello, there, I am sorry forgive me of my manners, but my name is Lucifer Buchanan, and I have to say you are the most beautiful girl I have seen today," he said. She looked at me and blushed. "My name is Taylor Anderson, and this is my friend Rose Anderson," she replied. I nodded and then stared at her with a look of disapproval. She shrugged me off and removed herself from the table. As they left and went to the dance floor I decided to actually order me something to eat. I ordered a medium well steak with a side salad. The man that had just got down singing came off the stage, and another man who I assumed was the one who told others they could sing. I finished my meal and made my way up to the stage. 'I'd like to sing,' I whispered in his ear. He nodded, "Hold up everybody looks like we got us self another singer Taylor Anderson," the man said aloud. I walked over to the electric, and acoustic guitar and the drums and told what I was singing they nodded and smiled. I then turned and face the floor. "How many Avril Lavigne fans do we have in here," I asked in tone that surprised me. Everyone whooped and cheered.  "Well you should know this song," I said. I nodded to the boys and they started the tune of Here's to Never Growing Up.
"Singing radio head at the top of our lungs, with the boom box blaring as we're falling love, got a bottle of whatever but it getting us drunk, singing here's to never growing up," i sung aloud.
As I continued to sing and another man walked in and everything stopped it was a cop. "Everyone we have a new winner," the man said as he took the microphone from me and placed five hundred million dollars in my hand. I smiled and laughed, I came off the stage and put the money roles in my pocket book. I then tapped my friend on her shoulder, "it's time to go," I said. "Really, I don't want to go," she said. "Quit acting like a child, Taylor and grow up, he can come over to our house and see you but he needs to not be drunk like a sailor," I said. "Fine," she said as she slapped his chest, "I have to go," she said. Taylor got up and walked out of the bar, with me following behind her.