Lived A Lie (YMAS fanfic)

         Eden De Luca. Looking back, it sure is such a pretty name. I really wish I could live up to it. After my father died, my mom shipped me off to London. Just so she could live in peace with new boyfriend. She knows that even six years later, and many boyfriends later, I will still give her hell about it. The doctors say he died from accidental overdose, but everyone knows that he died from heartbreak. 

        Living without my parents for six years was enough to realize that people grow up fast. I was only twelve when my mom made me go live with my aunt. Now, I'm not saying Aunt Lissy is a bad person. She welcomed me into her home when she was only in her early twenties. She was still the young, vibrant, Alessandra, and she wasn't going to give that up just because her naive niece lived with her. She, not my mom, taught me the ways of the world. Aunt Lissy taught me how to get what you want, and that you don't need to flaunt around to do so.(Even though that's never a bad thing.) I got the occasional phone call or letter from my mom, asking how my grades were, etc. I never got into those conversations. I almost regret not being close to my mom. Then I remember that she chose a guy over me. People don't realize what they have until it's gone. I have realized that now.

       These past years have been eventful. My Aunt Lissy loves going out to shows. She has been taking me ever since I was sixteen. You could say Lissy was a groupie, I guess she is holding on to what youth she has left since it was taken all away. Taken all away because I came to live with her. I feel bad about that all the time, but she reassures me she wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, who would go to the gigs, and party with her afterwards?

         Being around the music scene so much as a kid has gotten me quite a few connections, and quite a few jobs.  Most of them being apart of the stage crew, or being the merch girl. In fact, I am about to go on a tour with the You Me At Six. I havenever met the band before, I hope they are nice. Aunt Lissy has been trying to convince me to go see my mom since it is a U.S. tour, and one of the dates is near her. I'm not very fond of that idea, but I guess we'll see how it goes. 

      I put on the final coat of lipgloss as soon as my cell phone vibrates. I quickly brush through the knots in my long black hair, and check the message. Oh yay, time to go meet the band.