Mello's First Love

Idk

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Y/N = Your name

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I was getting ready for my first night out in LA, where I'd only arrived from Dublin a few days earlier. It was my first time in the USA and my first time living away from Ireland.

I didn't know a sinner in the country, having moved here to take up some long lost relation's inheritance. I didn't even know the poor bastard, but it got me away from the rut I'd fallen into and away from my family.

"Finally, freedom!" I sang in some random made up tune as I danced around my new living area with my glass of vodka and diet coke.

I was here alone but had no intentions of sitting at home. I was here to have fun and I was perfectly capable of doing so by myself.

"Don't need a man!" I sang now, to the tune of a similar song from The Lost Boys movie.

"But here I come boys! Mothers, lock up your sons! I'll drink to that!" I shouted, and I did.

I brushed my hair one last time in front of the mirror.

"I'm ugly as fuck, but I'm freaking hilarious." I nodded at myself, and headed out the door to check out my new town's night life.