Gasoline | Trevor Moran Fan Fiction

Chapter One- The Holy Elevator

Read Author's Note at the end really important

Peyton's POV

"Hey its Kyky and you're watching my daily vlog number 57!" I heard my best friend Kylie Carpenter yell in the room next door. Im Peyton by the way, Peyton Grier. Yeah im related to Nash and Hayes Grier i'm their half sister. Their dad is my dad but I only see them twice a year. And yes, Kylie is Aaron's sister, twin to be exact.

I laugh at myself while I say "who knows aaron anymore? I guess there can only be one Carpenter in the social media world." It all works out though because Aaron isn't doing anything with social media he wants a normal life. Right now he is traveling the world, I know he is only 16 so he is taking online school.

Why haven't you heard of me? oh that is easy i'm never in any of Kylie's videos or Nash's vines. And I don't want to be. Being famous is a hard, everyone is in your business and everything you do has to be perfect. Also, you're constantly being judged and hated on.

Of course I have social media accounts. I ain't no Patrick Star. And I really love youtubers. I really like watching o2l especially Trevor Moran. When I was 11 I started watching him. My favorite videos were his Apple Store dances. If I were to be in any video it would be one of those.

Kylie and I are both do online school and share an apartment in LA by Santa Monica pier. It beautiful here. I like sitting in our balcony watching the The palm trees sway and watch the hipsters, surf bums and most of all the ocean. All my life I knew I was missing something until a year ago and I surfed for the first time while in vacation with my mom. I really miss her I wish I knew where she was.

About 6 months ago my mother walked out of the house with 3 suitcases of God know what and drove off. She left her phone, most her clothes, pictures, and the damn house with me.

-flash back-

January 23, 2014

"MOM!" I screamed bawling my eyes out, "where are you going?"

No reply. she was packing bags and ignored me completely. Where is she going? What the hell is she doing?"

She zipped up her bags, walked out of the house, and drove off. I chased her to the end of the street but the car was to fast for my little body.

-end of flashback-

I was only 14 at the time my birthday was the next week and I spent it taking bus after bus to my dads place in Carolina. It was a 4 day trip i slept under freeways and in alleys. All I had was five dollars, a bag of snacks, one suitcase, and a bus pass that was about to expire. I was terrified.

3 months later I met Kylie through Nash and Hayes. She needed a roommate in LA so I followed her there. I got a job with her tour and I am now the assistant makeup artist for loads of internet famous people. I get paid a fairly good price for a 15 year old.

"Hello?" I turned to my right to see Kylie's head poking in the door. For the past hour I was supposed to be packing for our 3 night stay at the hotel by the vidcon.

Ok Peyton you've been telling yourself your story again. I sound like i'm depressed but know besides my mother gone I love my life.

"what did you say?" I asked Kay. That is my nickname I call her I don't even remember why.

"I asked if you were ready?" I nod. All that left is my makeups which will prepacked in my travel case. Her phone buzzed. "O-M-F-G! you won't believe me when I say this!" she said so loud i jumped.

"wat?" i ask surprised.

"WE ARE IN THE ROOM ACROSS FROM TREVOR MORAN AND SAM POTTORFF!" My heart just did a backflip.