A Little Bit Of Magic (A Damon Fizzy Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I walked out of the house, still slightly horrified at what I saw, and made my way into my aunt’s car. My aunt was sitting in the driver’s seat, working on the air conditioning, when I stepped in. Immediately, the cold air hit my face, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Ah, air conditioning!

“Where’s Brianna?” Cari asked.

“She’s not coming. She’s, uh, busy.”

“Oh, well that’s too bad.” My aunt shrugged. I nodded, and then we made our way into the city. I put on my signature sunglasses, and watched the city pass.

LA was a lot different then my small town home in Georgia. There were a few local grocery stores, and family owned shops, but it was nothing like LA. People walked through the streets confidently, stores and boutiques lined the street, even a few entertainers; it was your stereotypical Hollywood scene.

We soon arrived at our first stop, a small boutique. It wasn’t your normal, girly girl boutique; blacks, reds, and purples decorated the windows. It definitely seemed like my sort of place.

You see, I wasn’t exactly your normal girly girl; I mean, I dressed up when I had to, but my style mainly consisted of skinny jeans and tee shirts. That’s why I never really fit in with the girls in my school. Since it was a small town, everybody was expected to look, and act a certain way; but that just wasn’t me. Instead of short skirts and tight tops, I wore red jeans and band merch. Which it never really mattered, because my mother always told me, be who you are, not who people want you to be.

Once we entered the store, we were immediately greeted by a worker. She was tall and thin, with long black hair that had purple streaks tied into it. Her make up was heavy and dark, and she looked as if she suited this job really well.

“Hi, I’m Lily; can I help you find anything?”

“No, we’re just browsing.” My aunt answered since she knew I wouldn’t exactly be able to.

“Well, if I can help you with anything, just give me a call.” Lily answered with a smile; I smiled back and went to join my aunt who was looking through a rack of shorts.

After browsing and trying on for what seemed like hours, we were finally ready to go. We ended up buying two pairs of shorts; one black and white striped, and one ripped up black. We also bought a tank top that was grey and had the British flag in black on it. I was satisfied with what I bought; it really seemed to suit my style.

“Thank you.” I said to my aunt once we got into the car.

“Oh, honey, we’re not nearly done yet.”

I rolled my eyes, and put on my sunglasses as we drove to the next store. I looked out my window watching the people intently. They all walked in such a manner, as if each step they made was being recorded for a movie scene. I couldn’t help but wonder; was they who they really were, or was that the way that other people wanted them to be?

After shopping for another hour, we decided to get something to eat. We stopped at a salad restaurant that would never be seen in boring old Georgia, but here in LA, everything was so colorful, so varied, it could please anyone and everyone.

“Hi, welcome to Salad Time. May I take your order?”

“Uh yes, I’ll take a garden salad.” I answered.

“And I’ll have the same as her.”

“Okay, that will be right out.”

The waitress bounced back to the kitchen happily, her brown curls were moving along with her every step. I looked to my aunt, who was taking a sip of her lemonade.