Chapter One

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Turning twenty nine was like the end of the world for me.

It wasn't thirty but it was close enough. I was a year away from turning the hideous three-zero and looking at my life, I was most definitely not happy. Three months ago I had a boyfriend, three months ago I was happy, three months ago I was going to have a life with somebody I loved. But it turns out they didn't love me back.

It was my birthday and I was home alone. I had an ice cream tub sitting beside me on the couch and 'Sixteen Candles' playing on the TV. It wasn't how I thought my birthday would go, but then again I don't really know how I expected it to go. A birthday kiss? Friends knocking on my door? Glumly, I realized that more than half of my friends are all in New York.

Morgan Hunter was the only person I really knew here in LA. We had gone to college together and had became great friends, I'm actually the one who got her and ex-boyfriend back together after they separated for three years. I considered her one of my closest friends, a sister almost. She knew everything about me and I'd like to say I knew everything about her. She was the main reason I even moved down here; I needed somebody to help me.

My parents were dead and my best friend had slept with my boyfriend. Sure, I had other friends up there, but they didn't really understand what I was going through. Morgan did. Her own best friend had kissed her boyfriend and I felt like she could really sympathize with me. She was all I really had.

I sound like a depressed loner, I thought as I ate another big spoon full of vanilla ice cream. I was dressed in my favorite paint covered sweats and a baggy shirt that I had bought during a shopping spree last week. I had my fuzzy blue slippers on and was curled into a tight ball on my couch, my eyes never once leaving Molly Ringwald's face.

My phone buzzed from it's place on the coffee table. I had half a mind to ignore it but I reached forward and slid it open, putting it on speaker since I was too lazy to move from my comfortable position.

"Hello?"

"Hey! You're at home, right?" Morgan's voice filtered through the phone.

"Where else would I be? I have no life." I grumbled.

"You do too Ms. Best Choreographer of her era." She teased, the sound of car door's slamming shut floating from her side of the line.

"Blah." I muttered.

"Whatever, be grumpy. Open your front door for me, will you? My arms are full and the twins are being asses."

I sighed dramatically and heaved myself up, turning on lights as I trudged towards the front door. My apartment was on the first level and when I opened my door, I could see three figures walking down the yellowed hall towards me.

"Auntie Kayla!" The twins, Nick and Ben, shouted in sync, rushing towards me.

I smiled and crouched down so I could hug the three year old's. They were identical twins with their father's bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. They were wearing matching outfits, dark skinny jeans and football t-shirts, although one had a yellow jersey and the other a blue to tell them apart.

"Boys what do you tell her?" Morgan asked, stopping behind them.

One arm was full of bags that read 'Happy Birthday' and the other was holding her three month old daughter, Rose. Morgan seemed tired but she managed to keep up a bright smile as her sons in sync told me happy birthday.

"Thanks guys." I said, smiling happily as I took a couple of bags out of Morgan's hands.

Nick and Ben rushed into the house and sat on my couch, watching the ending of 'Sixteen Candles'. Morgan laid out a blanket on the floor and laid Rose on it, telling the twins to watch her. I couldn't keep the smile off of my face as I watched them interact.

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