Sugar Sweet, Ginger Cat |Alan Ashby|

"I groaned again.

"You don't look too happy about your job." A low voice chuckled next to me.

I turned around to meet my ginger supermarket friend. "Tell me about it." I rolled my eyes as he walked towards me and leaned onto the counter, elbows on the old, whitened wood.

"You don't seem too thrilled to see me here either." He smirked, his white teeth losing themselves into his pale skin.

I raised my eyebrows "Oh sorry, I didn't know we were best friends and we missed each other that much." I mocked and his grin widen, moving the freckles on his cheeks.

"Maybe not," he lowered his eyes to his tattooed hands "but we know each other."

I stood up from the chair I was slouching in and asked "so, need anything pretty boy?" I yawned.

He chuckled at my comment and roses from his leaning position. "Well, I just wanted to hang out with you and stuff." He looked at me playfully and smirked. Alan continued as I rolled my eyes. "Seriously though, I play guitar and I like to hang around this instrument store when I'm bored." I raised my eyebrows. "I like the smell of it, ya know?" He started and I laughed."

Alex Gray Miller is a 20 years old, pretty dull, female,. Moving from London to Orange County, CA, is the start of an adventure. She understands the true meaning of being independent and meets a ginger guitarist who will teach her to let go and live the life she's always dreamed of.

-This is fiction-