This Silly Thing Called Love (Vic Fuentes)

Prologue

It was hard moving away from everything you knew. New York was my home, I've lived there my whole life. The only time I had left NY was to visit LA, and that had only lasted a week at most. Other than that, I had never played with the idea of moving away. I liked where I was in life.

Until my boyfriend of three fucking years cheated on me. With a girl who I considered to be my best friend. I had even caught them fucking. Her nails were digging into his tattoo covered back, her head tossed back and mouth open as pleasurable moans poured into the room. I couldn't even hear myself think over their grunts and moans. His head was dipped down; he didn't even see me until I grabbed a vase and chucked it at their humping bodies.

Now I stood in my empty apartment, saying good bye to my old life. My best friend stood beside me, rubbing my arm soothingly. There was nothing to say between us; both of us were hurt over the betrayal that was Desiree McBeth. My house was cleared out, the boxes in a Uhaul truck that would take it across the country. I was leaving New York for LA.

"It's for the best." Morgan muttered, her brown eyes scanning the room.

I shrugged and tucked my hands into my jean pockets, "I know. It still sucks though."

"Just think on the brighter side, you live closer to me now." She joked.

"That's not the brighter side. That's hell."

"Shut up!" She laughed, shoving me away from her. "Say good bye to New York. It's time to go, Kay."

I sighed and tossed my hair over my shoulder. Morgan sent me a sympathetic look before walking out of the house. I could hear car doors slamming shut and slowly began to walk backwards, mentally saying good bye to this place. This was my first house. Before that I had been living in the dorms at my college with Morgan. It was hard to let go of something so important to me.

Morgan was sitting in the passenger seat of the Uhual, her hand hanging out of the open window. I didn't say anything and got into the drivers seat, turning the engine on, and driving away from my apartment.

It was when we were at our first stop light did Morgan speak:

"This is going to be one hell of a year." She grumbled.

"You're telling me."