The Wanted Girl {A Shawn Michaels Fanfic}.

Chapter 2| Hi Texas!!

I finally made it to the "Lone Star State." I have a tomboy sort of personality.

I went to Houston, Texas. I worked at "Burger King", it paid well, I had to work a lot, I had to deep fry the french fries, sometimes have to be a cashier, clean the women's bathroom, clean tables, take out the trash, and wash dishes. I was the hardest-working person there because I had a lot of experience doing all that kinds of stuff.

I quit my job at "Burger King", then moved to Austin, Texas. That's when I became a prostitute like my mother, my first time wasn't good at all, he paid me $50,000 and I continued on for 2 more months. I had loads of money, I stopped being a prostitute and then moved to San Antonio, Texas.

It was amazing, I just rented an apartment because I didn't want to live in a huge house by myself, I'll probably get robbed. I was a babysitter again, and while I was looking through boxes I saw my old gym bag full of spray paint.

My old instincts started kicking in and that night I did another one of my masterpieces. Then, I started doing it everday. I loved the way I wrote my artwork signature. I wrote a "K", period, then a heart because of my last name and another period.

This is her signature ---> K.♥.

I completely covered every single abandoned wall with my amazing artworks.

Everday I would always see people looking at my artwork. I would always hear them say "Who made this beautiful masterpiece?" I was happy that people enjoyed my artistic skills. Here in Texas people didn't know who Kelsey Love was but at Anaheim, California everyone knew who Kelsey Love was but I didn't mind. I was always in people's minds, they were always wondering who I was, and I love seeing people try to figure out who made the artwork. I was an anonymous person.

People at Anaheim, California didn't respect street-artists but here in Texas they did. And, I loved that.

When I went for my morning strolls, I always saw beautiful artwork by other people, it was weird because I knew the backstory to other people's artwork. It's like "we" artists have a language, but instead of talking we paint. I loved every single artwork I saw on these once used walls.

I saw walking down the street to go get breakfast when I saw this hot guy looking at my artwork, he was by himself.

I decided to walk up to him, I wasn't going to flirt or anything, I was just going to talk to him about my masterpiece.

"Hey, what are you looking at?", I asked him, looking at my masterpiece with him.

"I'm just looking at this amazing artwork", he answered, with his eyes glued to my artwork.

I blushed a little because a hot guy thinks my artwork is amazing.

"You like it?", I inquired.

"I love it, I just want to know who made it", he answered. He looked down at my signature, "Who's K.♥.?", he asked still looking at my signature.

I shook my head and shrugged.

"I have no idea."

"Well, I gotta go, nice to meet you though", he said to me, giving me a smile that can just light up a whole town.

"See ya later", I said to him while he was leaving.

I went inside a diner, order my breakfast that was scrambled eggs, pancakes, breakfast burritos, and coffee and went back to my apartment. Everday was always so boring because I never met anyone here. I'm a lonely person, I liked being alone sometimes.

The one thing that I've always wanted was true love, I had sex but I never was in love with any of them. People say there is no such thing as true love but I think there is. You just have to find that right person that you want to spend your whole life with. I've never dated anyone either, tons of guys liked me but I was always too busy with homework and tons of other stuff. So, not only did I never get true love but I never had a boyfriend. I'm so clueless on what guys want from a girl except to get them in their beds. I want to look for a guy that doesn't want to do that to me. I already had to do that for 3 months.

I checked the time it was 8 p.m. and I just decided to go to sleep on the couch. And, I did.
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A/N:
Another long chapter, it's nice writing about a person that has some of my characteristics. And, person that's an absolute bad-a**.

I also forgot to mention this story sort of shows how my personality is because when I text friends they think I'm a nice person but in real life I'm a young Kelsey Love.

Some of these things in this story are some real life experiences that I had, I'll let you guys know what are the life experiences. This is why this story means a lot to me. :)

When I was younger, about 11 years old, I saw a hot guy looking at an artwork by himself in the hallway at school, I had the courage to walk up to him, and shyly started talking to him about the artwork but sadly we never talked again because we just went our seperate ways. :(
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