A/N- I recommend listening to the song Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko why reading this.
Summary- Y/N, a seventeen year old girl with drug addicts for parents finds herself traveling to California with her mother and father once they drunkenly blow all their money on a rented beach house a few states over. She expects to have the worst time of her life on this little trip, worrying over her junky parents as they disappear into the dangerous California night- what she doesn't expect is to meet the prettiest girl she's ever seen and fall in love in just one day.
Warnings- swearing, drug use, descriptions of drunk people
It was late July and the temperatures were raising to an all time high when Y/N's parents announced that they would be going on vacation to a small rented out beach house in California. They had made the decision quiet impulsively, like they did most things- Y/N had been slumped back onto the navy blue leather couch that reeked of stale cigarettes and cheap weed, watching yet another Netflix original that seemed at least somewhat interesting in hopes that it would whisk her away from the boring reality she was living this summer.
Their air conditioner had stopped working a month or so back and that was the reason why Y/N found herself wearing a grey sports bra and near sinfully short pajama shorts that hugged her curves like a glove, the minimul clothing was for the sake of the heat radiating through the room and making Y/N's bare thighs and lean back stick to the clingy blue leather.
Her parents arrived home in an overly joyed haze during the Tuesday evening, interrupting the romantic chick flick playing out on the small blurry TV screen and not paying any mind to their rude disruption as they stumbled to get in front of their daughter, blocking the TV with their swaying bodies and bright smiles. Y/N could already tell from the stench of alcohol on their breath and their extremely blown pupils that they were anything but sober, her point only being proven further when her father fell back into the wall with a stumble in his feet and then quietly and politely apologized to the said wall that had black streaks adorning it.
Her mother ignored her father's intoxicated ways, not even glancing in his direction as he chuckled at the wall before stumbling over to the small and empty kitchen with a promise to come back with pizza-- they had no pizza, no food at all frankly. But Y/N didn't try to tell him that, instead she let him go off and attempted to ignore the loud clashing sound of glass hitting the floor accompanied by her father's laugh and a sympathetic apology.
Her mother rolled her eyes and swayed on her feet before dropping her purse, hearing it smack against the wooden planked floor in protest before she dropped to her knees to kneel in front of her daughter who was pausing the movie because with her parents here she knew there was no way she could finish it.
"Darling, pack your things. We are going to Wyoming!" Her mother announced, her voice laced with excitement that accompanied the flare in her eyes as her calloused hands clamped together and a bright smile grew on her lips. Y/N just looked at the older woman with furrowed eyebrows and a disbeliefing look, shaking her head when her mother shifted on her knees before plopping down on her ass on the floor, her cheap heels dragging against the dirty wood floor as her head swayed back dramatically, like the gravity of it was ten times heavier than the reality.
"Wyoming?" Y/N asked, her tone unbelieving as she pushed up from the couch, cringing at the way her thighs peeled off the sweaty leather unpleasantly.
"Miami" Her mother corrected with a knowing point of her finger, her eyes rolling back into her head as she swayed slightly, almost falling back but quickly catching herself with a thrilled giggle.
