Live Wire--The Dirt

01. London

Since westward expansion and the Gold Rush, all anyone in the United States could think about were the promises that seemed to lie buried within the jungled streets of chaos in California. It was where everyone wanted to be—the ocean was beautiful, Hollywood was booming, the mountains up north were to die for, and the music scene was evolving before the world's eyes. It seemed like the perfect place for anyone with a dream and the will-power to achieve it; however, for Wren Ledden, California was a cage that, since a young age, she promised herself she'd find her way out of.

Wren was smart, driven, and talented, but never seemed to be in the right place at the right time, and as everyone knows, timing is everything. School was all too easy for her and she even managed to complete all of her gen-ed courses for college while she was still a junior in high school. By the time she graduated with her high school diploma, she had her associate's degree and a 'the-sky's-the-limit' attitude toward the rest of her life. Sure, she didn't have the money to attend a fancy college and she didn't know what the hell she even wanted to study, but she knew two things: one, she'd worked her ass off throughout high school, and two, she deserved a break.

"Why the hell do you study so much?" Wren heard her one and only friend from high school grumble as she laid on her back and read from a Rolling Stone magazine.

"Do you even know what the hell I'm reading?" she huffed as she tossed the magazine at the lanky boy's face.

"Rolling Stone," he commented with an airy tone as he stole a glance away from his reflection to look at the magazine that rested beside him. "Cool. I just assumed you were being a nerd." The all too familiar snarky laugh she had heard resonate through her friend's lungs since middle school echoed against the walls of his room.

"Shut up, asshole." Wren's lips curled up into a smirk as she flipped over from her resting position on his bed to sitting cross-legged and watching her friend primp. "I still can't believe you're going to this concert with what's her nuts and not me," Wren sighed in exuberant frustration as her eyes drifted from her friend to the posters that littered the walls of his room.

"Oh, come on, Wren, give her a chance; I bet you'd like her! She's really cool," he whined as he turned around from the mirror and turned down the tape playing over the speakers.

"I bet," Wren said dryly as her mind drifted from her friend's new girlfriend to the band he was taking her to go see tonight. "I'm just pissed because I turned you on to London in the first place, Tommy."

"And I know we always said we'd go together, but I'm trying to get her to give them a chance."

"So, you're taking someone who may not even like the show over me, your best friend and musical connoisseur?" Wren shot Tommy a pained look and pretended to clutch her heart as she flopped backwards on his bed.

"Look, if it means that much to you, I can cancel tonight and we can go." Tommy's big heart was something that had drawn Wren to him in the first place. Throughout high school, she was an outcast; Wren had a different upbringing from many of her classmates, including Tommy, which led to her inability to trust others. Middle school band brought Wren the only friend she'd ever need, someone to share her interests, who was able to break down her walls, and whose family gave her what she lacked in her own familial life. Tommy's chaotic extraversion saved Wren's dry-humored introverted time and time again. Tommy had always been fond of Wren and he even found her cynicism humorous, albeit at first, he was only interested in dating her, but as they grew closer as friends the pair realized they were bonded for life.

"Go on your date, Tommy," Wren sighed as she watched the slightest hint of disappointment cross his eyes.

"Meet me at the diner afterwards?" He asked with big, begging eyes. "I want you to meet her." Wren considered her options: spend another night crashing in Tommy's parents' guest room and annoying his little sister, Athena, or meeting what would probably be another week-long girlfriend he had fallen head-over-heels for.