Lana's POV

"I'm moving out!" I shouted

"No you're not!" My father yelled back

"I can't live here anymore, I'm leaving and you can't stop me" I ran into my room and started packing as fast as I could as my father pushed past Rachel and up to me

"where do you expect to go?" My dad asked crossing his arms

"I'll go to a motel'' I zipped up my suitcase and shoved past him

"What about school?'' My father asked chasing me down the stairs

''I'm dropping out! come on Rachel" I grabbed Rachel's hand and led her down the road

"Wow" Rachel spoke

"Sorry you had to see that" I apologized

"Its alright, where are we going?" She asked intently

"A motel" I shrugged

"Alright then'' She placed her hands in her pockets and sighed

"You're how old again?'' I asked

"Seventeen" She smiled

"And you're a beatles fan from what year?" I inquirred

"2015" She sighed

"I thought the world would have ended by then, forgetting that logic, which beatle do ya fancy?" I smirked

"George, he's so beautiful and simply amazing" She swooned

"Nice'' I chuckled

"What about you? who do you like?'' She asked

"Lennon, I relate to him plus he's quite the looker" I smiled

"How so, is he relatable I mean?" She asked

"I lost my mum, he lost his, we have the same personality, witty and saracstic. Plus we both daydream to much" I sighed

"I'm sorry to hear about your mother, but it sounds like you practically know John" She laughed

"Well he dated my cousin for three months if that counts, he was like 15 then so it didn't phase anyone" I shrugged

''Here we are" I smiled walking up to the motel

"Not bad" Rachel smirked making me chuckle

We checked into the motel and settled down in our room, I lit a ciggarette and sat in a chair flipping through a magazine. She frowned slightly at me

"You smoke?" She asked coughing slightly

"You don't?" I chuckled

"You're pretty hard shelled aren't you?" She implied

"You could say that, I'm just sick of dealing with other peoples rules and not being able to make my own, the ugly truth is that life sucks and then you die, its not a happy thing to say but I'm not a happy person, so my motto is do whatever you want even if it could kill you, we all die anyways." I shrugged

"That was dark" Rachel said a bit taken back

"I suppose, so what are you like? What would you say your title is. Are you a me or something else?" I asked, this was something I was truly intrigued to know.

Written by Hannah