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Novel By: Chienne

How far will you go to keep your relationship together, and how much farther to keep it a secret? View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 30, 2013    Reads: 53    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   

Authors Note: W-O-W. Its so weird editing this after 2 years and looking back at my horrible writing skills. I know most of you who have already read this and are going back to read again (If you ever do that) might be really confused by some changes I made whilst editing but dont worry, im only making minor changes, nothing major. Im honestly just trying to improve what my younger self wrote.

Note that this is still just edited by me so until it's edited by a professional, it's not going to be as great as most books. I was still living in the UK when I wrote this and I'm now living in Perth, Australia so I'm just writing based on what I heard about California. I've seriously never even been there before.

Also the title has changed from "Skinny Love" to "A Love Worth Fighting" to officially "Right Here"

- Ally xx

Chapter 1 - An Unfortunate Meet

I can't believe I'm actually doing this.

Flying from one state to another―that has a totally different climate―just to get closer to my dad.

I haven't seen my dad since I was fifteen, when he and my mom had divorced, and now I'm in California to spend some quality time with him. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

While I live in the farthest, and largest state up north, (Yes, you guessed it right, Alaska) my dad lives here, in sunny California. Go figure.

The change in climate will be a bit uncomfortable for a while, but seeing as I'll be here for the rest of the summer, and senior year, I would get used to it.

The sun is no doubt annoying. While most people back in Alaska are grumbling about how lucky I am, I actually like the cold and I'm not too fond of the heat so I'm all cranky about this weather.

At least in the cold you could warm up by wrapping yourself up with a blanket, or cuddling near the fire. I don't see any other way of cooling off in the heat without getting yourself wet, well, unless you had an AC but what fun is that.

An hour and a luggage chase later, I exit LAX and feel the sun beating down on my skin. Ouch, get ready for sun-burn. I slip my new Gucci shades on―courtesy of my mom―and walk on.

The temperature here right now makes it seem like not even an AC could cool me down. Right now it wouldn't hurt to throw a bucket of ice cold water on me, in fact I'd like that very much. It might make me feel like I'm back in Alaska.

Clutching the handle of my suitcase, I walk along with other busy people lugging their suitcases behind them. Some business men have shrugged off their blazers and now only wore their crisp white work shirts rolled up to their elbows.

I myself want to throw my tank top over my head and run to the nearest fountain and spray myself with all the water it can sputter.

"Kylie! Kylie! Over here!" A familiar voice booms over the noise of the busy bustle of the other people.

I glance to my left and sure enough a familiar tuft of brown hair catches my eye. I walk briskly over to my dad and soon enough, I'm engulfed in his fatherly embrace.

"There's my little girl" He murmurs into my ear and I roll my eyes, seventeen isn't really considered little but then again who am I to be the judge of that? My dad gives me a final squeeze before letting me go. "How are you liking California?"

I quickly smile warmly and lie through my teeth, "I love it already dad" not.

"That's what I first thought when I got here" My dad glances down at my suitcase and frowns.

I know what he's thinking, Louis Vuitton is a bit much just for travelling, but my mom is over the top.

If there's one thing my dad and I agree on the most, it's that the brand doesn't matter. As long as I have what I need, I'm good.

I probably don't come off that way to other people, but people who know me well would know that the price tag doesn't matter to me.

My dad quickly takes the suitcase from me and we start walking. I make no move to complain or insist I carry it myself, after all, Im so tired after that hectic flight.

After a little while we get to a white Benz W204 and dad quickly plunks my luggage into the backseat, making me sit in the passengers side.

"Flashy car" I remark.

"My girl convinced me to get it" Dad says with a grin. I try not to choke on my own vomit.

I take my shades off and throw them into the backseat. And then I take my iPod out of my jeans and stuff the earbuds into my ears.

Right now I don't feel like playing catch-up with my dad, dragging me into this heat hole wasn't my idea of enjoying senior year.

I let Metro Stations 'Seventeen Forever' blast through me, engulfing me in my own musical world. I could get lost in music.

We're headed for Santa Monica, which based on my research is, 13 miles from LAX. About a 15-20 minute drive.

I watch our surroundings as my dad drives. California is beautiful. Palm trees are everywhere.

Five or so songs later the car stops in front of a large white house. Not as large as mine, but large nonetheless.

I glare up at the big windows. Did they have to let the sun seep through the whole house?

I take my earphones off as my dad jumps out of the car and hauls my suitcase out of the backseat.

When I open the car door, heat hits me and I tumble back in, longing for the air conditioning.

About five minutes later, when I realise my dads totally abandoned me in the car, I give up and run to the front door.

I pound on it furiously, just begging to get out of the heat, and then the door opens to reveal a shit hell of a gorgeous guy. My mouth practically drops down to the floor as my fists fall to my side.

I feel like I'm in Abercrombie & Fitch ogling the model on the print ads. With teal blue eyes, pale lips and light brown hair, this guy could definitely be a model.

He frowns at me.

"What the hell do you want?" He sounds groggy, as if he just woke up from a deep sleep.

I'm suddenly frustrated. Who does this guy think he is? Model or not, he's got some serious attitude problems. The sun is too much for me, so I push him out of the way and stomp in.

The door slams close and he suddenly starts screaming, "Thief! Thief!"

My dad and some other girl comes rushing down the stairs. I'm shocked, the girl is pretty in a slutty kind of way. If that even makes any sense.

"Where's the thief?" My dads holding a baseball bat in his hand and he's holding it in a manner ready to swing.

The boy points at me and I scowl at him, my dad drops the bat.

"Killen the girl doesn't need to steal, she's got a shit load more than us" My dad states in a 'duh' manner. "Oh?" The girl speaks up, staring at me curiously.

"She's my daughter" He adds, putting an arm around my shoulder.

Killen looks shocked, and then disgruntled, and then pissed. With sudden speed he runs up the stairs and soon a door slams, making the house rattle. Grumpy much?

Well that was an unfortunate meet.

"Kylie, this is Dylan, my girlfriend" Dad smiles proudly. He's so proud it almost makes me sick.

I smile the warmest smile I can muster and lie through my teeth, "It's great to meet you!" Not.

"It's great to meet you too" Dylan replies. And for some reason I just know she's lying too.

"And Hanna, her daughter, is out in the pier but she'll be home soon. And I guess you've met Killen" Dad says.

I nod, I guess I have. I just hope Hanna isn't like these ones I've met so far. I hope she's nice.


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