Homeless(Jake Miller Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Jake (pov)

I awoke at 7:30 and headed to the studio. I had been writing so much new material and I really wanted to put out a new album as soon as possible. Before I got to the studio, I decided to stop and get coffee. I walked and ordered a regular.

The store had isles of magazines so I decided to browse. I picked up J-14 and read my article. Madison and I had called it quits when I moved to LA. She wouldn't even move out here for me. For us! I put the magazine back and started walking.

I slammed head-on into someone as I turned around. My coffee flew onto the floor and books were scattered all over. "Jeez, I'm sorry!" I said, kneeling down to help. It was a girl, about 18 or 19. Her hair was a firey, eye-catching red and her eyes were a grayish green.

She looked hurt. Her eyes were sad and puffy, surrounded by red irritation. "It-It's um, okay," she said, avoiding my eyes. "I-I'm Jake," I said looking for her eyes to meet mine. She stood and shook her clothes of filth from the floor.

"Wait!" I called. "What's your name?" She turned and said, "Amelia." She was wearing black yoga pants with a neon green shirt. Her hair was thrown up in a sloppy bun and her lips were a plush red.

The last thing I saw before she vanished was her roll her eyes at two people arguing on the bus. Once my brain was free of Amelia, I finished my walk to the studio. I worked on new songs until 7:00 and then headed home.

Amelia (pov)

It took a lot for me to move to LA. After my parents died, I wasn't sure I would be able to move on. I had gone back to Topeka for their funeral (they were burried together) and sold their house and stuff.

Some of the junk they kept was really hard to part with, but I knew keeping it would be harder for me. So, I sold most if it, except fir some silverware, dishes, and furniture.

I packed up and moved to LA. I knew my parents would've wanted one of us to get there. I got a job, much to my surprise, right away. On my first day, I decided to stop and get coffee.

Jake Miller ran into me. He was talking to me, but I was WAY too depressed to say anything. His voice was so gentle when he asked me my name.

"Amelia," I barely responded before I fled the store. The right downtown felt like it took forever, and once I stepped foot on the Hollywood Strip, I thought I was going to faint. It was real.

I headed into Warner Bros Records, and was greated by the CEO. "Hi, I'm Tedd Moscowitz," he said, shaking my hand. "It's a pleasure having you, Miss Markham!"

He leaded me into his office, a light gray with freshly polished wooden furniture. "This is your schedule," he said, handing me a folder. "Jake Miller is our primary artist at this time. We will assign you mostly to his projects."

I nodded, looking through my schedule. Just this week, there were 4 photoshoots for Jake. Once Todd stopped babbling, I got to work.