Meant To Be 11:
Juliet started hyperventilating. "Now what? Oh my god were all alone. And we're underage! Oh my god were all alone!" "You already said that." I pointed out. "Whatever!" she cried. "Everything is terrible!" "Juliet." "WERE GOING TO DIEEEEE!" "JULIET SHUT UP I NEED TO THINK!" I shouted at her. She quieted herself immediately. "Sorry." she whispered. I walked put into the bar and ordered another drink. Ok, all we need is a plan, I thought. We came from the north, so that's all we need to do, right? Is go north? "No." a voice said. I turned around to find a rather ugly man. "Oh sorry." I giggled. "I didn't realize I was talking out loud." he winked, then tried to kiss me. "EWW!" I screeched, then slapped him. I grabbed Juliet and ran. I exited the club and ran until I couldn't run anymore. I stopped, then looked around. Where we're we? "Here, just call them." Juliet said to me. I searched my body for my phone. "Um. It's gone." I said. "It's what??" Juliet screeched. "I guess I left my purse there while we were running. Anyway it's fine, you call them." She looked down then mumbled "ididntbringmyphone." "Huh?" "I didn't bring my phone!" She snapped. "Why not?" I yelled at her. "I didn't think I would need it!" "Oh god..." I said, the alcohol was getting to me. Then I had an idea. "You know what?" I told Juliet. "What?" She asked, looking up at me. "Let's party!" she thought about it, then shrugged and nodded. "Let's go!" And we ran out on the streets.
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Meant To Be
FanfictionLayla is an American girl sent away to London for a dance contract with only her wallet, dance shoes, and a dream. She expects to find a story worthy of a biography, but what she gets is a story for Hollywood. Things get out of hand, featuring a boy...
