|Change is Good
Author: jayci PM
Xander White's father is sick of his playboy son's lack of purpose in life and finally ships his no-good son to university up north. There, Xander is forced to grow up, and deal with his issues. Will he also learn to love as well?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 30 - Words: 43,353 - Reviews: 40 - Favs: 40 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 06-27-11 - Published: 08-13-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2838101
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A/N: How do you do, fellow readers? I hope you enjoy the story below, but, as a heads up, I will tend to edit my chapters as I notice things missing and/or extraneous in my chapters. It may not be the best work you will have ever read, but give it a shot, who knows, maybe you'll like it! Tell me what you think and enjoy!
EMBARASSMENT IN THE WHITE HOUSE
No, not that White House.
Cameron White, president of White Industries is frantically trying to do some damage control. Earlier this week, articles began popping up everywhere detailing the personal and very private life of Xander White, the sole heir to the multi-million corporation. Though rumours suggest that the one responsible for the disastrous leaks was the girlfriend of Xander, they have not been confirmed. It seems that the one girl who has managed to hold down the playboy was more interested in getting publicity than in getting the playboy's heart. What will daddy do this time to deal with his son? Take away another one of his Ferarri's? Oh dear.
Twenty year old Yllia Toros threw the newspaper she was holding into a nearby outdoor recycling bin angrily and breathed into her hands to warm them up. Was there no decent news in the world? Who really cares about some random information about some random idiot on same random magazine?
Desperate to get out of the snow, Yllia hurriedly pushed through the doors to her apartment building, not noticing the moving truck outside in the dimly lit unloading zone. Her white frameless glasses atop shielding her deep set sparkling blue eyes fogging up from the sudden change in temperature, Yllia failed to see the dozens of boxes lining the front lobby's marbled floor. Yllia cursed in frustration, took her glasses off to wipe clean and mumbled sarcastically, "What a fantastic way to start off the new year," as she brushed her side swept bangs back to side, having fallen into her face in the wind outside.
Taking care not to trip over any more boxes, she idly wondered what all the boxes were for as she waited for the elevator to arrive. She briefly recalled that there was an apartment above her own that had just opened up. She shrugged, too cold to care and stepped into the elevator as the doors opened in front of her. She pushed the "11" button and continued to rub her hands together to warm herself as the doors closed.
At the same time, the second elevator was opening its steel doors to reveal two boys in their twenties conversing together.
"Holy crap, Matt, you have more junk than I do," said the first as he bent to pick up one of the many boxes littering the floor where they stood, "What's in here, rocks?"
"No, just my textbooks. Transferrings schools isn't easy, you know," Matthew Brookes replied, blond hair falling into his light blue, almost grey, eyes as he bent over to pick up a box.
"Well, then you should've just stayed back home. There was no need for you to join me here." He looked at his reflection in the mirror, playing with his brown – with blond highlights – hair to make sure it was still the perfect faux-hawk he had set earlier that day. Finding everything was where it should be, he winked his hazel eyes at his reflection and grinned.
Matthew laughed, both at his friend's egotistic attitude and his comment, swinging his head lightly to the side to remove his hair from his eyes, "And what, Zee, leave you here to your own devices? You wouldn't survive two days here. Besides, I can't just leave a brother behind as he tends to his broken heart!"
For his comment, Matthew received a cold glare that dared him to continue the thought. Breaking out into laughter again, Matthew ignored the empty threat and pushed his friend back into the elevator, box in hand.
Upstairs, Yllia was in front of the wall mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door, tying her long dirty blond hair up away from her oval shaped face into a neat pony tail as she listened to her best friend, Natalie Hill, ramble on about her current crush.
"I mean, why hasn't he even asked me out yet? He definitely knows who I am, since I'm always hanging out with you, right?"
Yllia rolled her eyes at the girly voice coming through her cell, currently on speakerphone and lying face up on her cotton white with green abstract squares bed sheets, "Yes, Nat, he knows who you are, but really? Taeko? What's there to like?" She changed into a black tank top and pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, picking up her phone from the bed and leaving her bedroom to the front door.
"What do you mean 'What's there to like'?" squealed the voice, "Do you not have eyes? I mean, even his name is cool. Taaeeeko. Tae. Tae and Natalie."
Yllia laughed as she pulled on a pair of black boots, zipping them up quickly as she sat on bench in front of the closet in her front hallway, phone back on normal and tucked between her right ear and shoulder, "Yeah, but he doesn't even have a last name. He thinks he's too cool to have one. Really, of all guys, him?"
"At least I HAVE a guy, Lia."
Yllia could imagine the pout that Natalie was certainly pulling right about now. She turned the conversation back towards her friend, "I get what you want, Nat. I'll drop hints about you tonight at work, okay? Speaking of which, I'm heading out now. I'll see you in a bit? You did say you'd come visit, right?" Yllia grabbed her wool jacket from her chair and pulled it on, fumbling in her pockets to locate her keys.
"You better. And yes, I'll be there around eleven?"
Yllia closed her front door, locking it, "Alright, I'll see you then."