I've been here for a week and it feels more like home than anywhere else. Falling into a routine, Courtney and I become close friends. I wish I could chalk it up to just living together but it seems like I've known her all my life.
After work on Saturday, Courtney texts me inviting me to a get-together at Ian's house.
Friday 8 am:
Court: Hey do you wanna come to Ians tonight @ 6? Its totally chill, they just wanna meet u
Y/N : idk who all will be there??
Court: Just the gang, shayne, liv, damien, keith, ian and noah
Y/N: sure, ill swing by the house after work then come
Court: awesome. See u then!
After Courtney sent me the address, I actually started to think about what I just agreed to.
Meet all those people? What has Courtney even told them about me? Oh shit. What if they've looked up my old tumblr. Shit. I think my name is still there.
Forced back into reality, I spend the rest of my day making organic, vegan bullshit for hipsters at the cafe. After anxiously pouring soy milk into plastic cups, I end my shift and drive home. The drive home is not terrible but it does take me about 3/5ths of my lifespan to get there. Fucking L.A traffic. Some could go through the circle of life and still not be able to get home in time for dinner.
After finally getting home I get changed into my "I hope these people I meet like me" outfit.Brushing my hair and putting it into a comfortable hairstyle, I slip on some easy running shoes (just in case they are in fact a bunch of cultists) and head right back into the car. Driving through some more god-awful L.A traffic, Apparently not one of these idiots know how to use a turn signal, I pull into Ians driveway.
And for some reason, I wanna throw up.
Don't throw up Y/N, it's too late to turn around. Just walk in and be confident.
Marching (or stomping, depending on where you stand) I walk up and ring the doorbell. Waiting a couple minutes, I hear someone walking down the hall to open the door. They swing open the door and..
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
"Oh hey, You must be Y/N. I'm Damien."
-(Feel free to sub in whatever your "I hope these people like me" outfit is. Same with hair and any other style Y/N has. Y/N is ambiguous on purpose so imagine her however you like. The only kinda concrete thing is that she uses she/her pronouns.)-
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Maybe It's Alright Here.
Fanfictionhey y'all constructive criticism is welcome. Y/N moved to LA 4 years ago and still hasn't found her spark. After a huge fight with her roommate she meets Courtney, a lovable YouTuber who gets her a job as a writer for Smosh. As Y/N integrates into...
