#rhyscampbell

- - - - past; 18 years old. - - - - All David could think about as he loaded his jeep up with boxes was how much he couldn’t wait to be out of that neighborhood. He couldn’t wait to get away from his “parents” who had made his home life unbearable, away from his so called “friends” who had come and gone whenever they pleased, and away from all of the bad memories that had built up through the years. Everywhere he looked held a memory, and while that specific memory might’ve been good, it always led to a bad memory. As he looked up at the house he had spent the last eleven years living in reminded him of the very first day he and his twin sister had been taken in by the Adkins family. He could remember how he felt, mixed and confused with  his emotions. They were kind and sincere (ha, that wouldn’t last long) people, but they weren’t his mom, and the seven year old had only wanted her. Of course that had been its own set of problems. The two people who appeared in most of his memories were Bryce and Rhys, both of whom he wasn’t on good terms with. It wasn’t like he wanted to be a bad terms with either of them, but his stubborn nature kept him from fixing things. While he couldn’t blame anyone but himself for the way his twin sister was pushing him away, he blamed Rhys for what happened between them, for what happened to him. He had just abandoned David, leaving him nothing but a pathetic text message explaining it, then had the nerve to come back recently, acting like nothing happened. Three years had gone by without so much as a word, but a lot had happened in those years. David hadn’t been the same hyperactive, hiding-everything-behind-a-witty-comment boy he was the last time his best friend saw him; no, he was angry, dark, shut off from the world all the time. If he didn’t like the person he had become, why would his best friend accept it? These were the thoughts that continued to plague the eighteen year old’s mind as he drove down the main road, away from the mayor’s house. He couldn’t shake Rhys from his thoughts, and it wasn’t until he was almost out of the city that he realized why. He hated even said goodbye to him. David might’ve been mad at the younger male, but they still had a lot of history together, having been David’s very first friend and sticking by his side while David adjusted to his new home and town. It was an instant connection back when they met, and no matter what had happened, he was like a brother to him. Without a second thought, David turned his jeep around, heading toward Rhy’s house. In a little over ten minutes, David parked his jeep in the clearing of the woods. He stopped in his tracks once he got out of his vehicle, looking up at the house that had been abandoned long ago. It had become David’s and Rhys’s hide out spot when they were younger, and while he had spent the three years visiting occasionally, he hadn’t been here since before Rhys had come back to Los Angeles. Forcing himself to keep walking towards the house where he knew the dark haired man teenager was, he turned the door handle, the door creaking as it opened. “I know you’re here, Rhys. You weren’t home, so I came here t-” he stopped mid sentence as he took in the scene before him; his best friend held a rope in his hands, his eyes red and a visible tear was streaking down his face. “Wha… what’s going on?” David asked, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer to that. - - - - present; 25 years old. - - - - David had never expected that he’d ever be a lawyer. When he was younger, he dreamed of being a professional baseball player or a drummer in a band, but everything had changed while he was a teenager. Still, though, it wasn’t until his first year of college that he decided that he wanted to be a lawyer, to help out those who needed justice, to help send the bad guys away. Never, in a million years, did he think he would enjoy his work or be one of the best lawyers at his law firm. It was only his first year there, and already, David Adkins was making a name for himself. He supposed he had his stubborn attitude to thank for that, for his ability to never give up on his client, and going to hell and back just to win. It wasn’t just about winning for him though, it was about doing the right thing, which he took pride in. As much as he loved work, though, he enjoyed when it turned 6 o’clock and could go back home, or, in this case, crash at his twin sisters for the night. That was one of the downfalls to having a roommate - whenever Cass was over, David either had to leave for the night or suck it up and deal with hearing it in his bedroom. He normally went with the first option, and took turns sleeping over at Aurora’s and Bryce’s house. But with Aurora taking care of a sick baby, David and his sister decided to have a bonding night. Unknown to him, it’d be cut short. He’d only been there for five minutes when he heard his phone beep, letting him know he had a text message. Seeing it was from Rhys, he opened it immediately, reading the words, need your help. come home. His eyebrows came together in confusion, before he looked up at Bryce. “I have to go for a bit. I’ll probably be back later, but I’ll call you?” He told her, feeling bad for leaving her, but Rhys needed his help right now, for whatever reason. He got into his jeep, and it was moments like these he was glad that Bryce and him happened to live in the same neighborhood. It only took him two minutes before he pulled into their driveway, running up their porch and into the house. He spotted Rhys in the living room, and after taking a second to catch his breathe, he raised his eyebrows. “I got your text. What’s up?”

- - - - 3 years ago; Phoenix, Arizona - - - - A month living in the desert and Chase Donovan was ready to go back home. It wasn’t that Phoenix was necessarily a bad place, it just wasn’t home for the twenty-two year old. Los Angeles, in his mansion that he had bought the moment he had turned of age, relaxing in the hot tub. That was the place he had longed to be at. But, Chase wasn’t an idiot as much as the press believed; he knew it would be good for him to stay out of the spotlight for a while the break up blew over. At the thought of the break up, Chase’s entire face scrunched up in anger. It had been nearly two months since Katherine had called off the engagement and told him about her one night. Two months ago, Chase had been someone who everyone had loved and adored. Now, he was what some people called a “bad influence”, as proven by his two DUIs he had gotten in that short time period. They didn’t understand that he was heartbroken, that underneath all that fame and fortune, he was a normal guy who was hurting because his first love had left him. No, he was Chase Donovan. He was supposed to be someone who people looked up to, and his behavior as of lately wasn’t doing that. Now, here he was, stuck in Phoenix, Arizona, to visit “family”. Family that Chase hadn’t even talked to for years because he never actually had the time to visit them with his busy schedule. They were family, but he felt so awkward staying with them, if he were being honest. He felt so crowded in that small house with his cousins and aunt and uncle, and leaving the house wasn’t really an option. Not when he could be spotted; the last thing he needed was to be caught up in a crowd, being forced to sign autograph after autograph, being asked question after question, picture after picture. What happened between you and Katherine? Are you two going to work things out? When’s your next movie coming out? Little did he know, that’s exactly what would happen later that day, not even his baseball cap and sunglasses able to hide who he was. His first mistake was going to Starbucks, but after wandering the city for a few hours to explore places he had only seen briefly on his quick trips out of the house, he needed something to give him more energy. His second mistake was spotting a group of girls in their late teens sitting inside, gossiping about whatever seemed interesting enough, sipping on their iced coffees, but still making the decision to get his cup of coffee. That brought him to his third mistake - after giving the male worker his name, which was needed to put on his coffee, which frankly, Chase never understood, he heard a gasp from nearby. “You’re… you’re Chase Donovan!” Then came the scream, the scream that celebrities referred to as the fangirl scream. Chase didn’t even have the chance to shush the girl, to exchange a picture and an autograph for her silence, before her friends came  over, all gasping and their phones already out. Well sh*t, Chase thought in his head. He had no doubt that these pictures would be on twitter and instagram in two minutes, about how his “month long silence has finally been broken”. He also had no doubt that his agent, who also so happened to be his own mother, would call him, telling him that it was “risky” to go out in public just yet. He didn’t want or need another lecture though, he just wanted someone to drag away from all these girls that were taking multiple pictures of him, while making him sign whatever they so happened to have on them. - - - - Present Day; Phoenix, Arizona - - - - A lot had happened in the three months since he had been practically forced to come to Phoenix, Arizona. Now, Chase Donovan couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. For the first time since…. his entire life, Chase Donovan had a real home; he had real friends, a real girlfriend who was so much better than Katherine had ever been, a real family. Sure, he missed his family in California, especially his younger brother Mickey, but he had connected with his younger half sister here. That was the moment he had realized that he didn’t even  know his family as much as he had thought he did. While he had met many, fantastic people since his first day in Phoenix, there had only been one person who stuck out at him: Rhys Campbell. Rhys Campbell had become his best friend, and truth be told, his first friend. Sure, Chase had plenty of friends before meeting his roommate, but in Hollywood, you had to be cautious of who to trust. Chase had lost plenty of friends, and at an early age, he learned that no one was actually his friend. No, in Hollywood, people only used people to get what they want, to get publicity, to get roles and such. Chase played along with the game, but he was relieved that he didn’t have to play that game with Rhys. Though he had known who Chase was, he didn’t care about all that crap, which Chase respected a lot. The two met and instantly clicked, and it wasn’t long before Chase had moved in with him. It was almost perfect timing, as if it was supposed to happen all along. Chase had been wanting to move out of his aunts and uncles house that he had been staying at, and Rhys so happened to be looking for a roommate. Three years have passed since then, but he still never regretted befriending and opening up to Rhys. His friend had been a big help in Chase getting through his dark days after his break up with Katherine and stopping his excessive drinking, and he honestly didn’t know how he could ever repay him. Though, he did have an idea of how to start. Chase came home from visiting the animals at the animal shelter, an excited grin on his face as he barged into his best friend’s bedroom. “I have two plane tickets to go back home for the weekend. You in or nah?” Chase asked, waiting for the male to answer him. He had flown home several times over the few years he’s been here, but he had never once invited Rhys to come back with him. Sure, he was a bit worried that once Rhys saw how rich he actually was, he wouldn’t want to be around him because they were friends, but because of the money, but he knew he would have to face that problem some day and see how it went.

Around the age of eighteen Rhys was in his parents room, snooping around looking for some cash so he could go out and find someone who was 21 that would be willing to get himself and his friends alcohol but instead he found an old box hidden in the wardrobe under a pile of his mothers old clothes. Inside the box were dozens of letters addressed all to the same person. Michael Medina. Curious Rhys opened one, and then another, and another and so on. He then found out the truth, that the man he'd thought all these years was his flesh and blood father was not and that his real dad wanted nothing to do with him whatsoever. He kept it to himself for so long, not even telling his younger sister even though they had always been close. Before turning twenty one Rhys came to Michael in his office, demanding that he give him something for not caring about him all his life. He wasn't leaving until he got something out of it. He told him about all the letters his mother had that she never sent to him and was not afraid to go to the press about the story to destroy the mans reputation. He sat and waited while Michael done everything that was needed in order for Rhys to become the new owner of his club in North Tempe when he turned twenty one as well as 10,000 dollars. When he was sure everything was done properly he left his office but he didn't go home. He waited in his car down the road for the man to leave the building, following behind him. Rhys killed the man that night but he was smart enough to cover all of his tracks, burning the letters belonging to his mother too. If the cops knocked on his door then there was no proof Rhys even knew about Michael before he inherited the club and money after his 21st birthday.