Wanted

Chapter One~

Milo~
I watched her as she blew the smoke from her soft pink lips. She smiled as she leaned her head against Khloé, her occasional bestfriend. You know, when they didn't argue. I always watch her. She never seemed to appreciate the lurking eyes of the people who wanted to be her or simply just wanted her. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to be her or wanting her, simply because she doesn't know what the feeling of being wanted is. It's such a foreign feeling to some, but to her it is a completely different language. From Mars or from the sworn new found planet with civilization. She puts the weed back up to her lips, but Daniel, her supposedly boyfriend grabs her by her arm and yanks her up, tempting me to say something. No words escaped my mouth. She attempts to push Daniel off, but he keeps a tight grip.
"Nilani, why do I have to always scrape your ass off the damn sidewalk?! Stop being a whore all of the time and let's go!" Daniel snaps as he shakes her.
"Fuck off Daniel. I'm having..fun." She smiles down at Khloé.
"Yeah Dan. Leave her alone. She can do whatever she wants! Its basically a weed hangout. She's smoking weed, hanging out. What's the problem?" Khloé argued.
"Right, okay. Don't call me when you two bitches can't get yourselves home." With that Daniel pushes her down onto the two cushioned couch her and Khloé were sharing.
She smiles but behind that smile you could see she was hurt. More than hurt--she was dead. She wasn't herself anymore. She put the weed back up to her lips, blowing her sorrows out. Nilani, why can't you see your wanted? I want you.