Welcome to L.A
Sofia's Point of View
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I'm pissed off.
Not only am I lost, but I also have no place to stay. By lost, I mean I have no idea where the fuck I am or where I'm going. By having no place to stay, I mean... I have no place to stay.
I really should've planned more before I came here.
I walk briskly down the sidewalk, welcoming the silent breeze as a break from the humid, L.A air. My suitcase rolls behind me, sliding smoothly down the paved pathway.
"SQUAWK!" I look down, and Rose moves around her twig, clearly unhappy with being stuck in her cage.
Rose is my pet bird. She is a Cockatiel, so she is rather small, but her attitude is anything but. She loves messing around, doing tricks, and whistling. She's very attention-demanding, but I love her all the same.
She got her name from the small, pink dot on her cheek, which looks like a rose, due to the circling lines inside it. Other than that, she has normal coloring; a gray body, white feathers at the end of her wings, you know, the usual.
Today, though, she's been a real pain in the ass.
"Not now." She tilts her head to the side before whistling some more.
"I don't have anything for you. Shut up." I scold, putting the cover over the bars. Instantly, she quiets, like she usually does with the cover.
Suddenly, a force runs into me, knocking me from my feet. I crash to the ground, Rose's cage dropping from my hands and landing on the concrete with a small thud.
You see, I have this really horrible disease, which leaves me running into people basically wherever I go. You know, like in those classic, 80's love stories, where the girl runs into the guy, they fall in love, then live happily ever after, big whoop-dee-doo. But me? I run into anybody and everybody every single day, no matter where I am, what I'm carrying, or what time.
This drastic disease has the horrifying name called; Klutziness. It's self-diagnosed, of course, but I'm pretty sure it's an actual thing.
"Ow." I mumble.
"I'm so, so sorry, are you okay?" Asks the man, bending down beside me.
"I'm fine." I murmur. I grab Rose, who's making irritated tweets, and my suitcase, before getting up and seeing the person who caused this.
And, may I say, HOT DAMN!
The guy has red hair, which has been dyed, that's a little wavy sitting on the top of his head. His flannel shirt and jeans fit his figure very, very nicely, and his seemingly 5'10" build stands tall before my petite body.
"Oh, well, that's good." He responds awkwardly.
Squawking yet again, Rose puts her beak through the bars, tearing the cover off the cage. She jumps a couple of times afterwards, probably celebrating her victorious yet rebellious task.
"Woah, that's a cool bird," He exclaims, leaning down to examine it. "What's it's name?"
"Her name is Rose," I reply as Rose goes up to the side where the man is. "She loves people."
"I can see," After one more look, he straightens, his dark, sparkling brown eyes now on me. "Oh, I'm being kinda rude right now. I'm Mark."
Why does that name sound familiar?
He sticks his hand out, and I shake it.
"Sofia." I greet, and he flashes me a smile, which could make any girl's heart flutter a little.
"Sofia," He repeats, probably trying to commit the name to memory so he won't forget. "Pretty."
"Thanks." We stand in silence, not knowing what to say know.
A moment later, he chuckles.
"This isn't weird at all." He jokes in sarcasm, and heaven forbid, I giggle.
And I never giggle.
"Well, umm, I'm guessing you don't live here?" He gestures to the suitcase, and I nod.
"Yeah, I don't. I'm from New York." He whistles, surprised.
"New York? Wow, that's really cool. How is it there?" I shrug.
"It's like usual; chaotic. But, it's still really pretty and full of fun. I like it."
"Nice. Welcome to L.A," He pauses before speaking again. "So, why'd you come here?" He questions, and I freeze.
Fuck.
I don't feel like talking about this right now.
"Family reasons." I respond flatly.
At least it's true.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," He apologizes. "I didn't know. I didn't mean-"
"It's okay," I cut him off. "You're fine." I notice how somber I've gotten, and he grabs my arm gently.
"Are you fine?" I meet his gaze.
"I'm fine. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go." I lie my way out, not wanting to deal with his pity. I side-step away from him and start walking.
"Sofia!" He calls. I turn around slightly, curious about what he has to say.
"It was nice meeting you." I give him a small grin.
"Nice to meet you, too." With that, I begin moving down the sidewalk yet again, my suitcase jumping along some cracks in the cement.
"I hope I'll see you again soon!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: First chapter! Yay! I hope you enjoyed it!
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Well, it looks like all of my shots are fired, which means I'll see you next time. BUH-BAI!
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