you're my daydream and you're driving me insane
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DESCRIPTIONLydia Palmer, an aspiring musician, just fell into a relationship with Justin Alexander. Little does she know, she's in for a major beating. After getting cheated on and getting abused, Lydia starts using drugs and heavely drinking to cover up the nasty scars. Will she ever open her eyes to the damage that Justin is doing not only to her, but her whole life and what she's apart of?
You're My Daydream and You're Driving Me INSANEBy: Alyssa Ann Saavedra
.01 Ever since my mom died, my life has been a load of crap. But then I met Justin. The dreamy guy with a hot body and gorgeous eyes that turned out to be a major pot head. We were total opposites, but that didn't seem to stop him when he laid it all out to me at that party. "Hi," he said, coming up to me as I winced because the music was hurting my ears. He was holding a red plastic cup which, I assumed, was filled with some kind of vodka. "Hello," I half smiled, not really interested. He looked away from me as I started staring out into the crowd of drunk teenagers, dancing on each other, having the time of their life. What I was really supposed to be searching for was my best friend Caitlin. But instead, I turned my head and took this chance to really look at him. He looked like the kind of guy that sat out at the beach all day to get the perfect tan. This seemed to be true because underneath his white Hollister shirt, he had a surfers body. His hair was dark and short, it looked soft, too. Suddenly, I had the urge to run my small fingers in his beautiful hair. He turned back to me look at me, with his light brown eyes, and smirked because I was staring at him, drooling almost. I turned my head away from his white smile and I felt my cheeks heat up. I picked my cup up from where it was sitting on the end table by the couch and suddenly gulped the whole thing down. It had a really distinct tang to it, then I realized that it wasn't my orange soda that I had just chugged, it was someone's spiked drink, or my own, whichever. Two more cups later... "Do you wanna dance?" I asked him. He chuckled a little then said, "You don't even know my name." "And you don't know mine," I smiled, then shrugged. "So?" He held his hand out for me to take, "Justin Alexander." Instead of shaking it, I grabbed it and held it in mine. "Lydia Palmer," I smiled, letting him lead me to the dance floor. And that's the last thing I remember that night... until a few hours later when I found myself making out with him in his car, right in front of my house. Thank god my dad was out of town. It was then, right when he reached behind me to unhook my bra clasp, that I remembered my sister. She would be home any minute from her date with her boyfriend, even though it was a little past midnight. I pulled away from his mouth, looking into his eyes that were suddenly lit up by two bright headlights. I whipped my head around and saw my sister's white Audi pulling into our driveway. "Shit," I muttered, rolling away from Justin and opening my door quietly, leaving him there, alone in the dark. I ran around the side of the house and opening up my window, landing on my bed then pulling the covers over my head before Lacy had the chance to come and check on me. My heart was about to explode out of my chest when she finally did. Lacy opened my door a little, a line of light exposing on my pale, white
carpet and against my bright green walls. I heard her smirk before shutting my door and closing her's as well. I let out a huge sigh of relief and then kicked my bed spread away, getting up and slipping my jeans off, replacing them with my So Cal Hollister booty shorts, keeping my white tang top on. I looked out my window, at the place I left Justin and his black BMW. Both were gone. I sighed and laid my head back on my pillow, thinking of the night's events. I still couldn't remember what happened between dancing with Justin and Making out with him in his car. I couldn't remember if we did anything more or if I ever found Caitlin. I finally drifted off to sleep with Justin Alexander on my mind.