Wild Girl

Hellooo Wattpad-ers! This is my new story called Wild Girl! It's a Machine Gun Kelly Fan Fiction, but you don't have to love the guy as much as I do to read this! It's more than that. Well, I hope you luurve it!

Enjoy.

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   "Call me Steve-O," Callie sang beside me. She tapped her foot to the non-existent beat of the frequently played song. I raised an eyebrow at her. "What? That song is extremely catchy, Riles." She held up both hands in defense. I laughed. "Alright, whatever." 

  We were shopping for summer clothing. Usually in Colorado, "summer clothing" consisted of jeans and long-sleeved tops, but this summer I was going to stay in Malibu. I needed as many jean shorts and sleeveless shirts I could get. 

  "You know you're soo lucky, right?" Callie said for the hundredth time since I told her the good news earlier that morning. Callista Hensley, or Callie, was one of my very best friends. Her dad owned the Hensley Inn hotels all around the world. She could go anywhere her heart desired. But since her mom lives in Colorado, she stayed here. 

 I simply shook my head. She despised her father for reasons unknown and never took him up on his offers to go to Paris or Milan for the summer. He always asked, and she always refused. 

  "You know you could come with me, Cal. We could visit Daphney together." I said, grabbing a few more tops from the shopping rack. Daphney Stevens was our other amiga. She flew out to California weeks ago to visit her ill grandmother. Her mom decided they were going stay for the summer. It seemed like Callista would be the only one still here. 

  She shrugged. "Nah, it's okay. You haven't seen your dad in a year. You guys need some quality time!" She exclaimed. "Besides, the flight leaves later today. There isn't any way I can get a ticket now." Callie grabbed a crop top from the rack. "This is so you!" She squealed. I rolled my eyes, taking the top anyway. It was pretty cute. Malibu, here I come.

  I stepped off of the plane and onto the pavement of the Los Angeles International Airport. It was three in the morning, and I was so tired I could barely stand straight. I spotted Dad in the crowd of the family and friends waiting at the airport doors. I smiled, seeing he had shaved his facial hair for this occasion. I know that sounded strange, but he was attached to his scruffy beard. I ran into his open arms. 

  "Dad!" I cried. He squeezed me for a moment before letting go. He took my two suitcases and carried them through security and to his old pickup truck. 

  "So how's everything going? How's Kim?" He asked me. "Everything's great and Mom's doing pretty good." He nodded, suddenly lost in thought. I grabbed his hand knowingly. I knew he missed my mom at times. 

  He perked up at the sight of his condo. "Riles, you're gonna love it! It has a pool and you get your own room!" I pointed to the giant building a block away. "What's that?" I asked.

  He grinned. "That's the Davey Mills' recording studio." He told me. I stared at the building with wide eyes. Davey Mills?? The most famous music producer in the world? He discovered artists like Sarah Ashley, Mackii, Christina Posh and more. My heart sped up. 

  "You're still into singing, right? I know it's been a year, but that used to be you're life!" He exclaimed. I laughed. "Yes, and it still is." I reassured him. 

  "Well maybe I could get you into the studio for a meeting. They would love your voice. I know I do." I stared out of the passenger window as Dad parked the pickup. It was a sweet gesture, but there was no way I would ever even get the chance to step foot into that building. 

  We got out of the truck and shuffled inside just as it started to rain. "Let me show you to your room." Dad said. I yawned, my eyelids drooping. He took my guitar case away and carried it for me as he showed me to my room. I followed close behind him. 

  "Here it is." Dad opened a door at the end of the hallway. My jaw almost hit the ground. I ran around the room in awe. I opened the walk in closet, already stocked with the clothes I needed. They were waay better than the clothes I bought back in Colorado. I squealed, jumping around before finally landing in my bed. "Thanks, Dad." He smiled before flipping off the light switch. I instantly fell asleep.

  I awoke to the smell of sizzling bacon. My nose guided me downstairs. I realized was still in my clothes from yesterday. I looked out of the kitchen window, seeing the sun shining brightly. A complete contrast to the weather earlier this morning. I sat at the large island in the middle of the ktichen, waiting to be fed.

  "It's about time!" Dad said, looking at his watch dramatically. I snuck a peek, seeing that it was already noon. Dad pushed a plate in front of me. "What are your plans for today?" He asked as I shoveled eggs in my mouth. I took a moment to chew. "Well," I said while swallowing. "I was going to tour Malibu. Maybe visit a few souvenir shops. Or just hang around the pool." I shrugged. I didn't mention that I was really planning on just going back to sleep.

  Dad ruffled my already messy hair. "Well, while you're having the summer of your life, I'll be at work." He sighed. "Don't have too much fun," I joked, patting him on the arm. 

 "Oh, and by the way, could you give your mom a call and let her know you're fine? She's left several messages on my mobile. She's obviously worried."

 I nodded, rinsing my plate off in the sink. "Will do." Dad left to go get ready. He owned a limo service that had gotten extremely popular. He was needed almost everyday. I finished with the dish and locked myself in my bathroom for a needed shower.  

 "Yes Mom, I know. Wear lots of sunscreen, got it." I said into my Blackberry. "Just remember to call me at least three times a week. Or more, if you'd like." My mother told me. I was sitting around the pool, trying to get a tan. I was wearing my lucky bikini that complemented my sea green eyes. I sighed, running a hand through my wavy waist-length hair.

 "Okay, Mom. I love you." I said. "I love you more, Sweetie. Bye." I hung up, setting my phone down beside me. Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the bushes near the backyard's gate. I sat up straight in the lounge chair, lifting my sunglasses atop my head. 

 "Hello? Is anybody there?" I called, thinking of every scary movie known to mankind. That phrase would get you killed.

  But someone answered. "Is this the Dimitrov Limo Service? I need a car right now." I immediately calmed down. They were just here for my dad's business. "Um, he's not here right now but-" I froze, looking at the person suddenly in the backyard.

 There, only yards away, stood Machine Gun Kelly. Oh, boy.

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YIKES!! omg! well you guys know what to do! Comment, Fan Vote! And if you spot any mistakes please let me know! this is un-edited. To the right is a pic of Riley and a video of MGK at his goofiest :) 

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