Episode 1

Francesca's was the same as ever. Same musty booths, same mediocre pizza, and same boring decor. But none of that mattered, after being thrown out by two other families, this was the best I could get.

I'm Clio Barbosa, the most boring person known to man. Sure a random girl at school said I have "alluring" eyes, but my looks aren't noteworthy. Typical college kid, bags under my eyes, sweatshirts, skinny jeans, and some knockoff Adidas shoes. Now, I'm also not rich. My family wasn't well off to begin with, so I had nothing when they kicked me out. Since I've moved to LA, nothing in the money department's changed either. Sure, Francesca's gave me some cash since I took up the job last summer. That's when the owner gave me the apartment above the place.

I headed downstairs. The smell of freshly burnt pizza filled the room. An employee came up to me, pushing a duct taped cardboard box in my arms.

"Get this to my house by 7! It's a bunch of old stuff from your apartment upstairs. I thought I donated it months ago! Me and my roommates live in the complex downtown. The address is on the box! Thanks-" She immediately got pulled away by the manager. I didn't hear half the things she said. I walked out onto the sidewalk, and headed up the long and steep road. The park at the top of the peak was the only way I knew how to get around.

The bus stop was still crowded, like it was everyday. Yup, everyone was here, the old peppermint smelling guy, the tired mom and hyperactive toddler, oh and my favorite, the smoking teen who actually was a good conversationalist. His name was Roy, Roy Wojnar. He called me over. We weren't friends or anything, just within the same age group.

"Hey man. What's in the box?" His bright ocean blue eyes flickered the flame of his cigarette. He smelled like the inside of a new shoebox. Strange, but distinct.

"Its some old junk from my apartment. Some girl told him to bring it to her house," I said, putting the box on the bench behind him. He twisted the cigarette in his hand a couple times and stared at it. "Where are you going?" Finally it seemed like the question caught his attention. Roy stared at his shoes. Not that his shoes were anything interesting, there were just some cheap Target sneakers.

"Ugh. I've got to go to a wedding this weekend. They're hosting it at a hotel uptown. They're really flexing their money here." He laughed. The bus pulled up, and he threw his cigarette on sidewalk.

As soon as I took a step, I tripped on a pebble. And that's when I met her.

"Are you ok?" she said in a soft voice, I looked up, to see beautiful golden hair streaming behind her.

She was perfect.

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