Not Attracted To You

1.

XxXx

You have finally moved to LA; the city of love. The city of freedom and majestic palm trees. It's where all the dreams come true and where all the magic happens. Famous people are being spotted walking the streets of Los Angeles. Everyone lives here, everyone who's worth something. And you want to be one of them. You want to belong.

No, you do not only want to be one of them; you are going to be one of them.

That's how you've been imagining it anyways. But you know that reality is a little bit more complicated than that. Even though your dad always says you can become anything, you know that hard work and optimism is the source to success, no matter what city you live in.

You've been dancing since you were three. Your mom even states you already had sick moves while still living inside her belly. She often complained about how hard it was when you were always moving around, but as long as you were gonna be a dancer just like her, you could kick as much as you wanted.

Your parents couldn't be more supportive of who you are. You know you're lucky; most parents would want their kids to become something that requires more brains, like a doctor or a lawyer. They're not only encouraging when it comes to dancing, but they're also really understanding about your sexuality.

You came out of Narnia when you were fifteen. Your mom had made a cake with the words 'gay is okay' written across the whipped cream. That cake was delicious and you were so content with how it all turned out. Your friends at school were different though. You all lived in Indiana, a small place in the middle of the United States of America, far away from any kind of humanity and understanding. Your mom and dad both lived in Miami before they decided to move away from crazy traffic and instead start a family in the middle of nowhere. You always tell them what a big mistake it was of them to move away from such a fabulous city. But they only chuckle and continue to sort out weeds in your perfect little garden.

You already knew how open-minded they would be since they had spent so much time in Miami and more specifically; in showbiz. So coming out to them wasn't a very difficult thing to do.

And when people in school teased you and made fun of you for being different; your parents were always there to cheer you up.

But now you're all by yourself in this crazy city and you can no longer turn to your parents for help. Of course they want to help you, they always do. But this is something you have to do alone. In your own pace and with your own creativity.

So here's your plan:

1. Move in
2. Find a job (this apartment is freakin' expensive and you have nothing else to do during the day anyways.)
3. Become famous.

It's simple; Three things to do, no rules, no pressure, no excuses.

XxXx

"Moving sucks!" Dinah exclaims while sitting down on one of the paperboard boxes in your new living room. The apartment isn't big or fancy but it's still cozy and more than okay to live in. It's a wonder how much money you spent on such a small place. Back in Indiana, you could've gotten a house ten times bigger than this with a swimming pool and palm trees in the garden, for the exact same amount of money.

"Let's take a break, I'm exhausted!" You walk towards your best friend and sigh before embracing her in a big bear hug. She's been your friends since middle school and she's the only one who's willingly stayed with you since you came out. Your other classmates withdrew themselves as if you were carrying an infectious disease. It didn't even change when you told them they wouldn't become homosexuals only by talking to you. But Dinah stayed and she has your back with everything (no drugs or baby-making though). And that she helped you move all the way over to LA just proves how good of a friend she is.