Onward And Sideways (Completed.)

Chapter 1

I've been out in LA with Lucy for a few months now. We both drove all the way here. Her from Texas, me from Indiana.

My family was upset. There was a big arguement. Apperently I was being stupid, because I didn't talk to them about how I was feeling.

But I did. They never listen. They don't want to listen. I'm not even allowed to defend myself. They talk over me, then when I get a little louder because they're not listening to me I get yelled at for raising my voice.

I left. I packed my stuff, put it in my car, and left. We don't talk much anymore. I talk to my mom almost every day. I was right, things have gotten better between us since I left.

Lucy and I live in an apartment. She works a few different jobs, none of which I understand, and I work as an artist. I sell a few hundred dollors worth of paintings a month.

I do youtube stuff in my free time, sometimes with Lucy, but mostly alone. Different kinds of videos. Some advice, tutorials, comady. But mostly music. Some of my own songs, some covers.

Today is a beautiful day, not too hot. And it's just after noon, so we decide to go explore. I get dressed, in simple jean shorts, a light gray t-shirt that I painted the Sam and Colby, Onward & Upward thing on, and a red plaid shirt tied around my waist incase it gets colder. I put on my hand painted Doctor Who converse, and put on a grey floral snapback on backwords, and throw on my small backpack.

Lucy is dressed similerly, in a pink tee, but without the plaid. We grab our penny boards and hit the road.

Lucy is a pretty girl. Olive skinned, with long, straight, raven black hair going down to her waist. She has high cheeckbones, and a big, beautiful smile. She's tall, 5'9, long and willowy. She's of Native American decent.

Sometimes we get mistaken for sisters. I can see where we look similer. I've got Native blood too, but not as much. I'm shorter than her by three inches, and shaped more like an hourglass, with 'child bearing hips', a small waist, and a signifigant chest. Our eyes are both brown, with high cheeckbones and long, dark, thick lashes. Where her face is narrow, mine is more oval shaped. And my hair is long and curly, and the color of dark chocolate.

As we glide down the smooth pavement, the breeze against our cheeks and lifting our hair behind us, I smile. I don't do that all that much these days. But right now, in this moment, I am happy.

"Are you in a good mood?" Lucy asks from beside me, noticing my smile.

I quickly glance at her, before returning to watch where I was going.

"Yeah, I am. Why?" I ask.

"How good? Good enough to sing with me?"

My brow furrows in confusion. "What-"

She cuts me off, suddenly breaking into song, loudly and flinging her arms out to the sides like wings.

"I've got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, cause I am a champoin. And you're gonna here me roar!"

I burst out laughing, surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Singing, what does it look like? Come on girl, don't make it a solo."

I laugh, giving in. "I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath. Afraid to rock the boat and make a mess. So I sit quietly. Agreed politely." I skate around a person in my path.

"Yas! Okay, sorry." Lucy cheers. "I guess that I forgot I had a choice. I let you push me past my breaking point. I stood for nothing. So I fell for everything." She wildly gestures to me, knowing I love this part.