Rylee Gisslen is a girl that others crave to be around. she's confident, charasmatic, and cocky. She knows exactly what she does to those around her while choosing to ignore their emotional attachment to her. Autumn Miller, on the otherhand, is a quite girl who isnt sure of what she wants. She's driven and loving, always thinking of those around her. However, when they meet on the soccer field... Their worlds sprial out of control. It not only tests who they are as individuals but also it test how they treat those around them. With two totally different lives, can they look past their differences? 06/20/2019 - Please note, that I have decided to add a few more chapters to the end of this story. A sequel is being written as well.

"I dont care what your color is baby all I want is you" Mareo says. Diamond Lane is new to the country and what she doesnt know is that she will have a hard time. Where her grand parents live Colors and whites dont get along like they should. But all people arent the same. Diamond meets Mareo Vasquez a emo boy with a heart made of gold the only problem they face is......their two different colors. Will they become friends and see if things will work or will they leave each other alone and continue the segregation? Read on and see....♡♡♡♡♥♥♥♥ Copy Right intended....all rights are reserved anybody caught copying any part of this story will be terminated by George Fisher Law Firm.

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.