innocence :: b.hall

[1: arriving home]

the keys rustled in her small hand as phoebe jane clarke opened the door to her small appartement not for the first time ever, but for the first time after officially moving in. carefully, she placed down the last bag stuffed with clothes as she closed the door to hear nothing more than her own heavy breathing and the late evening la traffic outside of her appartement complex. she was lucky to have found a small and kinda affordable place to live, seeing as she did not have a job just yet and depended on her parents' financial support, but she wanted to change that as quick as possible. "i'm going to look for a job first thing tomorrow morning", she thought to herself as she grabbed her bag from the floor to drag it into her bedroom where the blonde started to unpack it immediately. it only took her about twenty minutes before she was able to close the drawer again, mentally deciding to hop in the shower right after.
once she was done with her well deserved shower she stepped out of it, wrapping herself up in a towel in the process and stepping back into her bedroom. she decided on wearing a dark grey shirt (that was one or two sizes bigger than she actually needed) and a pair of black spandex shorts. once she put her outfit on she stood in front of the full body mirror that was hung upon her wall. the girl picked up her hairbrush and brushed through her blonde hair before putting it up in a bun. while doing so she decided on ordering some mexican food later, but before she was able to do so, her phone started ringing. incoming facetime call from dixie. phoebe picked it up without hesitation while putting on her glasses. "well if it isn't my favorite nerd ever! glad to see you made it to la safe", dixie basically screamed into the phone joyfully which caused phoebe to smile. nerd. dixie was probably the only person that was using that word in a playful manner towards her, and that thought caused the girl to lose her smile for a split second. she achieved a lot back in school: nothing but a's in all of her finals, multiple extra curricular activities and being one of the best students to have ever attended her high school. all of this had caused her to be in la, about to study at ucla, her dream college. she had worked hard to achieve her goals, but that did not only come with positive aspects: phoebe was smart, there was no denying that, but she also never learned how to live properly, and after dixie, her long time best friend, left to pursue her career in la, along with her sister, she also felt like she was alone in this world. she had known the d'amelios forever, because their moms have been best friends since middle school and moved in next to each other, so the kids got to see each other every day.
but phoebe would never tell dixie about how sad she really was when her best friend had left, because she didn't want to be selfish. "how was the flight?", dixie asked, bringing the blonde back into reality. „good", she answered shortly, „david brought me to the airport and helped me to carry my luggage." the thought of david made her cheeks heat up in an instant: the boy had always been a good friend of her's and dixie's, and after the brunette left the two grew even closer. they hung out a lot and pj even helped him with his classes, but after a while realized that she liked him, yet she never had the courage to let him know how she feels. „ouhhh", dix hollered, „ you and david, can't believe that still didn't happen, he's so into you!" „shut it", was all pj said while a small smile crept upon her face. „oh, are we still on for tomorrow? i'm going to visit noah at sway and i would love for you to meet them, the boys are amazing." dixies question made the blonde girl think again: she could never be mad at her best friend, because eventhough she couldn't be there in person whenever shit went down, she was always on the phone. whenever phoebe was feeling down or was having a panic attack because of bullying or the amount of pressure she brought upon herself, it was always dixie who was there for her, so she couldn't be more excited to meet her again after a year and a half without her. "alright", she agreed hesitantly which caused dixie to screech in excitement.

it was the next morning and phoebe's alarm woke her up at 9am sharp. dixie told her that she would arrive at 10.30am, which left her enough time to take a quick shower and get dressed. as she put on her outfit, that consisted of a washed out light denim ripped skinny jeans, a plain white shirt paired with white air force ones, she felt her anxiety slowly creeping up into her head. what are the boys going to be like? meeting new people was never phoebes cup of tea, and meeting a bunch of new people all at once? horror.
as she closed her small golden chain around her neck and put her blonde hair, that she blow dried nearly five minutes ago while jamming out to harry styles, up into a lose ponytail with a few strands of hair framing her face, her doorbell rang, signaling that dixie arrived. phoebe nearly sprinted towards the door and opened it only for her best friend to tackle her to the ground. the girls started screaming almost immediately, and a few tears of joy rolled down phoebes cheeks. "pj, baby! i missed you so much", dixie said and let go of the blonde so that the both of them could stand up. phoebe picked up her glasses and put the frames back onto her face before looking at the brunette standing in front of her with joy in her eyes and a big smile on her face. "c'mon, the boys are waiting." and with that sentence the d'amelio sister grabbed her best friends hand, and pj barely had time to grab her bag with neccessities, before dixie dragged her out of the appartement and down to her car.

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lea speaks:

hi and welcome to my story about our favorite problematic party animal, bryce hall. i was saying it in the introductory chapter, but i want to repeat myself: this is going to be a mature story! i hope you enjoyed the first chapter, thank you for reading this and i'll see you in the next one.