*Ricky is the guy on the far left, emery is in the middle, and laim is on the far right*

me and my boyfriend Nick drive to one of his friends house for a party. the whole time we talk about how fun this summer is going to be and we arrive sooner than we think.

"lets go get our party on!" Nick exclaims getting out of the truck. I giggle as I get out too. we meet at the tailgate. he smiles then wraps his arm around my waist and turns my head so I'm looking into his amazing blue/green eyes. "I just want to say your the luckiest thing that has happened to me." he says in a soft tone. I blush and reply but kissing him. after we pull away we head inside hand in hand. we look around for our friends then split up. 

"hey how y'all doing?" I ask walking up to my friend. they look at me a little discussed and waved. I shake my head and shrug as I walk to the kitchen. they always do that. I know they hate my accent I cant help if I was born in Georgia. I grab some R.B. then I head to the couch and sit. I take my hat off and I put it in the seat next to me. a few minutes later Nick sits next to me and tries to put my hat on but his head is to big. I giggle as I take it back and I put it on the armrest. I shake my head a little as he scoots closer and wraps me up in his arms. I set my head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of my head. we sit there for a while and talk. at some point I hear gun shots and screams. two men just into the room and start to shoots at everyone. Nick grabs my arm and drags me behind the couch. I curl up into a ball scared to death.

"I case I don't make I want to say I love you." Nick says before shielding my with his body. after a few minute the cops come and its safe again. I try to get up but I cant, Nick's dead body is still on top of me. I scream for help while I cry over Nick. after a minute or two I'm found and take outside where I could see L.A. cop cars, a new reporter, and an ambulance. I talk to the cop and I tell him everything that happened. soon a news car drives up and the news lady asks me some questions and I tell her everything that happened. after all of that is over I walk home. this is the worst night ever.

(two days later)

I walk down the streets of L.A. with my suit case and my cat carrier with my cat. my parents hate me for who knows what and kicked me out. I look like shit so no buddy will talk to me. I soon walk up to a building and I could hear music. I shrug and I walk to the back. I see what looks like a tour bus. I sit by the buss and I get my phone out and I play a couple of games and a read a book. after an hour I put my phone up and I pull my keens up to my chest and I rest my head on my knees. after a few minutes I feel someone poke my arm.

"are you ok miss?" they ask. I look up to see 'Ricky Garcia'!