When you're seventeen nothing seems to matter. You find the very few things that bring you joy and you hold on to it for as long as you possibly can. Cheap wine and stolen weed. Getting kicked out of every place you'd go. Anything for that rush of adrenaline. Anyone that makes you feel wanted. But when the good things go, and they will, where do you find yourself? Where do you go when its gone? TW: mentions of drugs, alcohol, abuse and death. Disclaimer: Camila and Lauren will be the same age in this fan fiction because it just makes more sense that way. thats all I have to say, happy reading!