Only Angel

2. L.A

Angels POV

After 15 hours of driving, we finally made it to L.A. I'm not gonna lie, L.A is beautiful, at least the good side of it. My mom rented us a decent two bedroom apartment right in the middle of the decent part of L.A. Not right in the bad part but not too far from the good part. I know as soon as we get settled I'm looking for a job. I'm eighteen years old and about to enter my senior year of high school. All I know is after I graduate I'm getting far from my mom. I know that sounds harsh, but when you have a mom who moves her kid pretty much every year to a different state because she had a bad fall out with a guy, you'd want to leave too.

"And here we are! Home sweet home." My mom smiles as she pulled into the parking lot of a run down apartment building. It was far from fancy but not too trashy looking. The building was made of brown and red bricks, with a burgundy flat roof top. It was two stories high and had thin, rusty metal stairs leading up to the upstairs apartments, which is were our apartment was located. Apartment 107.

I jumped out of the van and stared at the building that is now my home.
"How far is the school from here?" I questioned my mom.
"It's not in walking distance if that's what you want to know. L.A is a big city and the school is located on Wilson avenue, which is 20 blocks from here. So a bus will come get you" my mom explained. Great, a big ass school filled with thugs and snobby rich kids. Yay.

"Is this the school you went to mom?" I asked as I lifted the back to the van.
"Yes it is my dear. It might be a big school with a lot of kids, but it's a great school. Just give it a chance Angel. Just give L.A  a chance and I'm sure you will love it, ok?" She pleads. I roll my eyes and sigh. "I don't really have a choice do I?" I say.
My mom sighs and starts unloading things to take up to the apartment. I follow behind her with the first box I will sit in my new room.

After getting everything where it belongs, I sit on the floor in my room. The people who lived here before must of been hippies, because the color of my walls was an orange-yellowish kind of shade, matched with puke green colored carpet. There was one window in my room, and it is tiny as fuck, so I can't even enjoy the view of the back parking lot, which had two beat up cars and a dumpster accompanying it. What.a.bummer.

I pull out my phone and scroll through my FaceTime history. I click on the one person I actually want to see at the moment. It rings until his handsome face pops up on it.
"Hello beautiful! How was the trip to the city of Angels? Wow you do belong in L.A." Charlie laughs.

I laugh at his dumb comment, god I miss him. "It's was ok, besides the part where I told my mom off." I sigh.
Charlie frowns. " Babe, I know you have a hard time with your mom, but just remember how lucky you are to have your mom. You only get one mom and your mom cares about you, even if she doesn't show it a lot she does."

Charlie's mom left him when he was three. It's just been him and his dad since then. I guess that's why me and Charlie have such a great bond. We both have a parent who didn't want us.

"I know char, she just irritates me so much when one of her boy toys leaves her, means we have to leave the state. It's not like he's a psycho murderer who will follow us and kill us." I say frustratedly. Charlie's beautiful laugh flows through my phone. "You are something else." He smiles.

Charlie is so beautiful, with his sandy blonde curls, and bright blue eyes that go great with his pale skin. But I will never let him know that I think that. Charlie only sees me as a friend. And we wouldn't even have a chance now that I live 1,347 miles from him. I'd rather have him as my friend than nothing at all.
We talk for a while before my moms calls me to help her.
"Well I guess that's my que,  I'll talk to you later Charlie, ok?" I smile. "Pinky Promise?" He smiles as he holds his pinky up. I laugh and do the same. "I promise."
We hang up as I get up from my shabby carpet floor. I make my way to the living room to see my mom unpacking. From where I am standing she looks older than what she is. Dark curly hair put up in a bun. Her normally bright, tan skin under her eyes are colored black form lack of sleep. I remember what Charlie said and took it into consideration. I do only have one mom, and she does try. I should at least give her that.

I walk up to her and sigh. "Need some help mom?" I smile. She looks at me and smiles while pushing my light wild curls out of my face. "I promise baby, life will be better here. I will make sure of it." She says.
The smile on my face does not reach my eyes.

I hopes so mom, I hope so.