Are You There, Somewhere? (girlxgirl) [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 1: Introduction

Well here goes nothing.

"Come on, Lana! Shut off the laptop for awhile. What are you even doing on it??" I heard Stacey shouted from the bathroom. She's busy putting on make up and straightening her long brown hair. "The party is gonna start in an hour and you're not even dressed!" She complained some more.

"Whoever said I will be going anywhere?" I mumbled from my bed, but she heard me. Then I frowned. I clicked the pause button and took off my earphones. "And why do you even want me to go?? I mean, I've actually never been to any parties before, you know that. But tonight you seem, I don't know, a little too excited?" I waited for a reply with a curious expression but she gave me silence. Perhaps expecting me to say more. I replied her silence with more silence. She gave up. I heard Stacey sighed as she put down something on the counter, I'm assuming her mascara because she walked out of the bathroom with mascara on one eye.

"Lana.." She said quietly, almost as a whisper. She looked straight to my eye.

I laughed.

"Gosh Stace your eyes looks funny! Who even put mascara like that! And your eyeliner is thicker on your left eye than your right. And God how much foundation did you put on your face!" I laughed some more. Stacey laughed and joined me on my bed. "You bitch I asked you to help me with those make ups and you doesn't even heard me! Too busy watching that weird cannibal show on your laptop." She fake pouted. I just laughed some more, she looked like a Chinese doll. But uglier.

I helped her washed off her face and put on make ups for her. Stacey have never been good at putting on make ups. Hell, her sense of fashion is even worse. When I first met her, she wore a dull brown sweater with a pair of trainer and her hair, oh god her hair was frizzy like she never brushed them! And for some reason I couldn't fanthom, she kept wearing the ugly sweater like, every fucking day.

Well, until she became my roommate. I brainwashed her with great sense of fashion. She's good at picking her own clothes when shopping now. The only thing that's still off is that she can't put make up herself. "My hands aren't steady, they keeps shaking." She said, blaming her hands.

"What the fuck, Lana. I look like a bride!" Stacey almost screamed when I'm done with her make up session. "Ehh?! You don't like it??" I frowned. "No I mean yes I love it! I'm just really frustrated because you're SO good at this yet you barely wear any make up!" She almost screamed again. I chuckled. "Alright now go put on your dress, you don't wanna be late for the party." I said and walked towards my bed where my laptop is waiting for me. "No no no young lady. You are not watching that stupid show tonight. You're coming with me. Now get rid of that shirt and put on some dress or something." She ordered. "Alright seriously now, tell me. I know you're planning something. Why are you so eager on making me go to the party? Whose house will this party be at anyway?" I asked, curiously with my eyes squinted.

"Ugh alright alright. The party will be at Chris's and this is Dan's idea." She shut her mouth immediately, as if scared that more words about Dan's idea will fall out. "And his idea is....?" I asked, forcing Stacey to say more. She sighed. "Dan said Chris have a huge crush on you, so Dan and me are planning to get you two together."

"Chris? You're talking about Chris Peterson?" I asked. "There's only one Chris that we know, Lana." She replied with a boring tone and eyes rolled. "Well then tell him to stand in line." I replied, suddenly uninterested in the topic. I am not very interested in being in a relationship. I don't even understand the idea of being in a relationship. I don't like having to take care of someone's feelings. At least not right now. I don't even understand people so much. The reason I moved to New York is so I can get a new start. I needed to meet new people. People who have never known me. I have been staying on low profile since I started college. Not wanting to get any attention. Unfortunately, being too quiet and mysterious also seemed to be one of the way to get people's attention, which I tried so hard to avoid. Not knowing how to handle the situation, I rarely go out anymore, except for classes and library session. Hoping that people would just find me boring then leave me alone already. People fucking stared at me whenever I walked in the hallway, passed anonymous notes to me. Some girls usually would casually come up to me and invite me to their party, as if I'm their friend, when I've never even seen them before. Long story short, I somehow became pretty popular in college because of my mysterious personality. Stacey is the one who usually keeps me update with what people are saying about me. She's so 'gossipy' like that. She said that people wants to be my friend and I find that absolutely hard to believe. And she told me that what people find interesting in me is that I have a weird style. I changed my hair colour regularly. One colour for a month. And if I like it, I'll let it stay for few more weeks. And I've also turned down lots of guys that wanted to date me. So it's not a surprise that Chris likes me. Honestly, it's not that I'm being too hard to get or acting like a diva or something. It's because I'm not ready. I used to date in my high school year but none of those guys make me feel like I'm in a relationship. I haven't feel how love suppose to feel yet. And truthfully, I am desperate for someone to show me what love feels like. But now, I am not ready. Maybe later, but not now. I just have to wait for that special someone to come for me. I hope that someone is out there, somewhere.

"Lana!" Stacey snapped me from my thought. She knew about my problems. She's the only one I can trust here. I'm having trouble with fitting in and she's the only one who's really there for me. "I know you're not ready but at least just come to the party. I promise you can leave early if you don't like it." She pleaded. "And what will I get in return?" I asked with a smirk. This is going to be a hard task for me and I am not going to do it without something in return. Stacey put on her thinking expression and then sighed. "I promised to watch all seasons of that weird cannibal show you're obsessed of." She replied and touched her forehead as if she got hurt from words she just said. "Hah! Deal!" I claimed excitedly. 'Oh, she is so going to regret this', I thought to myself.

Sorry that the first chapter is quiet boring. This is just where I have to explain the situation before going into the main plot. Comment if you like it. Comment if I have any grammar mistakes, I do that a lot. Thank! ヽ(^。^)丿