Wish You Were Here.

Chapter 1- How Do I Tell Him?

*Carly's POV*

I'm literally frozen in shock by what I just heard from what my parents said.

"What?" I ask, in utter shock and horror.

"You heard me Carly. We are moving to the Americas. California is gorgeous. Great opportunities to make friends and hang out at the beach. You should be grateful. Not acting like a brat." My mother scolds me.

"Well sorry that I had no say in this whatsoever and the fact that I have to leave my best friend!" I shout at her, running up the stairs and slamming my bedroom door.

"Carly Lynne do not slam the door!!! How many times do I have to tell you this?" My mother calls up the stairs.

"One more time." I shoot back sarcastically.

"Carly....." She warns.

I don't reply as she walks away from the stairs.

Ugh. I hate my life sometimes.

My family is very rich. We have 7 houses in different parts of the world. And every 6 years, we move to a new house. 6 years ago, we moved here to Australia. Where I met my best friend, Luke Hemmings. Yes. The Lucas Robert Hemmings from the band 5 Seconds Of Summer. I get loads of attention at school because it him too.

It's really annoying.

Anyway, so now I have to tell him I'm moving. He's going to be so upset.

I unlock my iPhone 6 and click on his messaging box.

I start typing:

To: Hemmings_96💩

'Hey Luke. I need to tell you something. Will you meet me at the beach in one hour?'

After I send the text, I walk to my walk-in closet and pick out a super cute outfit.

My phone dings with a text from Luke:

From: Hemmings_96💩

'Yeah sure. Everything okay?'

To: Hemmings_96💩

'Not really. I'll tell you soon tho.
L8r.✌️'

I send the text and turn on my shower because I smell really bad. After im out of the shower, I pick out ripped, light-colored skinny jeans, a purple sweater, my gray Vans, and style my silky blonde hair in a French-braid.

I spray some Victoria Secret perfume on and I'm almost ready to go.

I grab my phone, my car keys to my Ford Mustang, and my wallet. A girl's gotta have Starbucks.

I say goodbye to my mom telling her I'll be back at dinner time. Not that she cares anyway.

I step outside into the chilly Australian air and walk to my black, sleek car.

•Skip Car Ride•

I'm at the beach waiting for Luke thinking: 'How do I tell him I'm moving across the world to go live in California?'

As if time skipped ahead, Luke was standing in front me.

"Hey Carles. What's up?" Luke asks, unfazed by what is going on.

"Luke, I have something to tell you and you're not going to like it. At least I hope not." I say, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

"Dude, stop shaking. Just tell me." He encourages.

Here goes.

"Luke, I'm moving to California." I spit out.