Chapter 1: A Hard Day's Night

A lot of them say that each person has a mission in life, a purpose. Although I haven’t really found out what my purpose of living is, I…

What the fuck?

I woke up from my daily trances. God, I hate it when I fall into those.

Sorry I haven’t introduced myself yet.

Trista Brooks, an aspiring chef and owner of a small café.

Being a chef was always a dream for me. When I was a kid, I’d watch those cooking shows you’d regularly see on the television. I’d also try cooking myself.
Earning my Culinary Arts degree was one of those “worth-while moments” in my 22 years of living.

Growing up in L.A., I had a pretty normal life. I was sociable and got into trouble at some point of my life. Being an only child, I had all the attention needed and got the things I wanted. Although there’s a catch, I had to get straight As. Would it kill me to get a damn B? In my case, yes. No cell phone, going out, and all that crap. I even remember having my first boyfriend. I’d go to his house after school and play video games with him. Best time ever. Some people considered me a tomboy since I wasn’t flirting with any guy at school. I was the type who would be “one of the boys”. My parents even thought of disowning me with the looks of it. “Act like a lady!” they’d scream. “Wear a dress for once!” they’d scream more. But everything had to go their way. If I wouldn’t change my ways, so long bright future.

Anyway, I shouldn’t be dwelling on the past. It’s the present that counts. And the future, of course. Ever since I moved to Chicago, all I thought about was owning my own café. And after 2 years of blood, sweat and tears, I finally got one. Had one. My own little café.

It’s nearing 8 and most of my customers are leaving.

I look around my staff to check if things are running smoothly. Pots banging, the aroma of coffee and chocolate sinking in. Ah, everything in order.

As I roam around my little café, I see my happy, cheerful customers eating. It brings such joy just by looking at them.

I looked at the entrance door and saw my best friend come in.

Spencer Flynn. She has a pretty cool name for a girl

“Hey there, princess,” she came up to me and grinned. “How’s my little café owner doing?”

“Glad to hear that,” she said. “Anyway, why not say… I don’t know. Accompany me to get a few drinks?”

Oh God. She’s up to something. I could feel it.

“Spencer…” I groaned. “I need to stay here and…”

“And what? Your assistant’s here isn’t she?” she said and looked at me with disappointment. “Loosen up a bit, please?”

“Oh, alright.” I said in defeat. “I’ll just change,”

She nodded and I went to my “office” where I keep spare clothing.

I changed into a dark purple plaid polo, black shorts and a plain white Converse.

I told Kaye, my assistant, to call me whenever there’s an emergency and to keep me updated with the café.

“Ready?” Spencer grinned and led me outside to her Hybrid.

“Well, I don’t have any other options now do I?” I asked, hopefully.

“Pretty much no,”

This is going to be a long night.

Chapter 2: Hello, Beautiful

We got into Spencer's hybrid and she started to drive to wherever we were going.

"So which bar are we crashing into?" I asked, unexcited.

She didn't answer.

I looked at her and had a questioning look, Before I knew it, we stopped in a convenience store.

"I'm not getting this," I told her as we went to the party needs section of the store.

"We're going to my friend's house," she said as she got party cups. "He said he wanted to meet you."

"He?" I asked.

"Yep," she said as she got a bag of chips.

I just rolled my eyes and rode-along with the thing.

We finally arrived at her friend's 2-story house. Spencer knocked on the front door and a tall, thin-framed guy opened it.

"Bill!" she cheered and hugged him.

"Spence," he hugged back and grinned.

"By the way, this is Trista," she smiled and wrapped her arm around my tiny waist.

"Oh! So you're Trista," he smiled and reached out his hand. "William Beckett,"

"Pleasure to meet you," I shook his hand and smiled politely.

He let us in and we we're greeted with 3 young men seated on the couch.

"Tom can't make it," the boy who sat on the edge said.

"I told him to come," William groaned in an upset tone. "Anyway," he motioned us to sit on the small velvet couch that was just facing them. "Boys, meet Spencer and Trista."

"Hey," they said in unison.

We replied with a smile.

"I almost forgot," Spencer said handing William the party cups and chips.

"Thanks," he said.

We all got our cups and poured some Pepsi in it.

"Sorry we haven't introduced ourselves yet," the guy who sat next to William said. "I'm Adam but you could call me Sisky. As a matter of fact, I insist. This guy sitting next to me is Mike and that dude over there's The Butcher." he laughed and threw a chip at the guy who was texting.

"The Butcher?" Me and Spencer asked and giggled.

"Long story," Mike said and patted The Butcher's back.

"So," William said, changing the topic. "Spencer told me that you own a café?"

"Yea-it's not that popular though,"

"She's kidding, her café is very known. It often gets flooded with customer, you see." Spencer said, butting in.

"Shut it," I said in annoyance.

"So what's your specialty?" he asked again.

"Chocolate croissants and vanilla pudding." I said.

"You guys should try it sometime," Spencer said proudly. "They're the best."

"Well then, maybe we'll drop by one of these days," William grinned at me.

As the night followed on, we talked more and even watched the That 70's Show. Fun.

It was already 2 in the morning and we bid our goodbyes and was on our way home.

"So," Spencer said as she started the engine of her car. "What did you think of Bill?"

"He seems nice," I yawned and closed my eyes.

"That's it?" she giggled.

"What do you mean that's it?

She was starting to annoy me.

"I mean, by his physical aspects," she laughed. "You're so innocent sometimes,"

I started to blush.

"You lucky girl. He was staring at you the whole time," she winked at me.

With that, i turned crimson.

"But seriously, what did you think of him?"

"Fine. If answering would shut you up," I shrugged. "He is quite good-looking,"

Uggh. This is making things more awkward.

"That's my girl," she ruffled my hair and grinned.

Sometimes I wonder how I could put up with this chick.

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Chapter 3: You Again?

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. Fuck this.

"Hello?" I said in a groggy tone.

"Miss, someone is looking for you here in the café." My assistant said.

"What?" I asked, a bit confused. "Wait, what time is it?"

"11 a.m., miss."

"I'll be right there," I hung up, tossed my phone to the carpet floor and quickly got up from my bed and hurried to the bathroom.

I never wake up late! My café opened 2 hours ago and I normally go there an hour early.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I finally finished my morning routines then made my way to the café. When I arrived, I saw my usual customers. Except for one.

"Trista," William smiled at me.

"William?" I asked, quite surprised. I thought he told me he'll drop by one of these days.

"Did you know that I've been waiting for you for the past hour?" he laughed.

"You could have just ordered, why wait for me?" I cocked a brow.

He took a sit and grabbed the menu.

"Because," he smiled. "I wanted you to prepare my meal. If that's alright with you of course."

Alright? The boy's asking for too much.

"Me?" I said in an amused tone. "Listen, there wouldn't be any difference if..." i was interrupted mid-sentence.

"Oh no," he said. "There's a huge difference."

For the love of.

"Very well," I said, trying to keep my composure. "What did you have in mind?"

"I wanna try your chocolate croissant and espresso," he smiled.

"Alright, I'll do it right away," I said and went-off to the kitchen.

I just met him last night and he's already ordering me around. The dude's a creep.

It took me a rough 20 minutes to finish baking his croissant and another 10 minutes with the espresso.

"Here you go," I said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"Thank you very much," he said. "Hey, mind joining me?"

"Uh, sure," I said and took a seat.

I took out my cell phone and texted my assistant.

Please bring me a cup of coffee. Thanks.

I pressed send and rested my head on the window, since we were seated at the side of the café.

"Hey, you hungry or something?" he asked. "I could get you some-"

"Here's your coffee, Miss." my assistant smiled, "I figured that you may wanted some biscotti as well,"

"Thank you very much," I smiled back.

With that, she left.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask sooner. I'm really not this rude," William apologized, scratching his head a little.

"It's alright," I smiled.

Gee, I sure am smiling a lot this morning.

We ate in silence. Neither of us talked. I could only hear him softly drink his espresso and me munching my biscotti. There weren't much people in the café too. Since this place is usually busy at night. How ironic.

"I'd ditch Starbucks or Seattle's Best any day for this," he cheerfully said.

"Oh really," I giggled at his statement.

"I like your coffee more. And may I say your croissants are heavenly," he said as he ate the last piece of chocolate croissant.

"Well, I do thank you for the compliment, Mr. Beckett."

Goody. We're actually having a conversation now.

"Bill," he said. "I sound old when you call me that way,"

"I prefer William better. It sounds like you're English."

Wow, now that seriously came out of the blue.

"English eh?" he tried saying it in a British accent. "Well that's just wicked,"

"But you're no near the accent," I tried sounding disappointed.

"Are you kidding me?" he raised his brow. "Well If you may ask me, I'd say it's pretty damn good,"

I just giggled. Then my giggle turned into laughter when he joined me. But deep down, he is good with the whole accent thing. In fact, he's very good at it. Very good.

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Chapter 4: The Scene Is Dead

After the long and tiring day at my café, I checked the net if there were any available flights to Los Angeles. Sadly, not even one.

I then decided to drink a cold glass of milk to ease my mind a bit. Oh the stress.

“This might kill me someday,” I joked myself.

There wasn’t much humor into it though. It sounded dead. That’s creepy, I made a pun. Whatever.

I just shrugged the thought off and called Spencer instead.

“Hey babe,” she said, sleepily. “What’s up?”

“Still no available flight to LA,” I said hopelessly and sat on my bed and turned on the television.

“Don’t worry,” she sighed. “I’ll think of something.”

“Thanks. I gotta go sleep now.” I said.

“Sure. Goodnight hon,” she said then hung up.

It kept me thinking, what is she planning? Would I approve to it? I hope it’s a good one. With that, I fell into a deep slumber.

The next day I woke up a bit like not myself. I ignored the feeling and went to work right away. On second thought, work could wait. I decided to visit Spencer first, maybe she had an idea planned out already. Hopefully.

I got in my BMW Sedan, which I got for my 16th birthday. I started the engine and drove of to Spencer's.

When I got to the intersection, traffic caught me.

"Traffic? This early in the morning?” I groaned and laid my head on the steering wheel, but made sure I was still looking at the road, just in case.

I waited a good 5 minutes before the road went smooth again.

Thank God.

Not long, I arrived at Spencer's apartment. I knocked on the mahogany wood door, and came to open it was a half-asleep Spencer.

"Wow, you didn't even ask who was at the door." I said.

"Yeah, yeah" she said and let me in.

Her room was just like mine, only messier. She went to the kitchen and opened her cupboard.

"Coffee or tea?" she asked.

"Coffee," I replied back.

"Alright," she said and started the coffee maker.

While waiting for the coffee, I started rummaging through Spencer's messy pile of magazines to find something I would like to read. Unfortunately, I just ended up with assorted music magazines. Rolling Stone, Alternative Press... hmm. To put up with the boredom, I randomly got a magazine and read the headlines.

"The Academy Is..." I said neutrally. What an odd name for a band. I thought.

I looked at the cover and studied it well.

"Hey, isn't this your friend?" I asked Spencer, pointing my index finger at the vocalist.

"Yup, that's Bill," she grinned and handed me my cup of coffee.

"Would you look at that. Beckett's a rockstar," I slightly laughed at the thought.

"What's so funny, Brooks?" Spencer asked skeptically.

"It's nothing in particular," I said and continued giggling. "I bet they're just some fag emo or whatever you call it band,"

I had no intention offending them. It's just that... that guy, could sing?

"You are underestimating their talent, my friend," she smirked grabbing the magazine from my hand.

She looked at it intently then she held it in front of my face.

"See this, you could only get into these kinds of magazines if you have sold millions of albums, the best reviews and a good reputation in the music business," she said it in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Well sorry for not knowing that, Einstein," I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, I came here for more important issues." I said and took a sip of my hot coffee.

I looked at Spencer intently hoping that she was getting my point.

"Hey, why are you looking at me that way?" she asked. "Oh God, don't tell me you're having a crush on me and turned lesbian!"

"Am not!" I defended myself.

"My bad. Bisexual, I mean." she laughed. "I'm just kidding. Of course I know the reason why you came here. You came to ask me if I found any available flight to LA,"

"Have you?" I asked hopefully.

"I still haven't," she breathed heavily. "But don't worry, I'll come up with something."

"Alright, just call me if anything comes up," I said and stood up. "And by the way, thanks for your time."

"Sure thing, love. Don't worry, okay?" she assured me and lead me to the door.

"I won't," I said softly and left.

Evening came, and still no call from Spencer. Maybe I'm getting too stressed out about this vacation thing. Who could blame me? I miss home. So much, to be exact. The hot Californian sun, the beach and I get to see my parents again. I'm tired of cold Chicago. Tired of the stress. Tired of everything.

Wouldn't that be nice... I thought.

Right in the middle of my thoughts, my phone vibrated and looked at the caller I.D.

It was, Spencer?!

"Good news, we're going to LA!" she actually screamed in my ear. But I didn't mind.

"I knew I could count on you! So when's our flight?"

"We aren't going there by plane," she said.

What?

"Hold on, do you expect me to drive all the way to Los Angeles? You're mad," I said in a pissed tone.

"Dude, chill," she laughed. "Neither of us are driving since we're going there by bus. Bill and the guys are having a tour and they'll happen to stop by at LA. It's scheduled tomorrow, so if I were you, I'd pack my things and be goddamned thankful to my best friend who went through all that shit just so you could go to Califronia,"

Whoa.

"Listen, I really am thankful for all the trouble you went through just for me," I said sincerely.

"Good," she chuckled. "We leave at 8 am sharp. So, have a good night's rest darling. You'll need it,"

She immediately hung up.

I threw my phone on the velvet chair that was just beside me and laid down on my bed. I closed my eyes and tried absorbing what Spencer said.

8 am sharp tomorrow. We'll go to LA by bus. With William and his friends.

"Oh that evil, evil girl." I said to myself.

Without realizing it, I fell into a deep slumber.


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Chapter 5: Back Then

My alarm woke me at 6 am. Just enough time for me to finish my packing.

I grabbed 3 flannel shirts, 5 tees and what else? Why don't I just pack all my stuff with me. Yeah. That would do.

As I was folding my last shirt, I remembered to call my mom to inform her that I was leaving for California. She wasn't answering, so it went to voice mail.

"Hey mom. Me and Spencer are leaving by 8. We're going there by bus so it would probably take 2 weeks to get there. I know it's kind of late, but it's the only way. And don't freak out if you see a huge tour bus in front of the house. See you then. Bye."

I hung up and went straight to shower.

As the warm water ran all over my body, it cleared up my head. Which made me feel less-stressed.

Why am I feeling tensed again? Is it with the cafe? Spencer? Me leaving for California? William?

Wait... William? Why? Why am I thinking about that boy again? That boy who I barely know? He's different. Very different indeed. I meet a bunch of guys all the time, but I forget them instantly. Why can't I do the same to William?

I grabbed my towel and got out of the shower.

After drying, I clothed myself in a purple rugged tee, a hoodie, denim shorts and my all-time favorite black Converse.

An hour later, someone knocked on the door.

Must be Spencer.

"Spencer? I called out to make sure. "Is that you?"

"No, it's your worst nightmare,"

I rolled my eyes and opened the door.

"Haha. Very funny," I faked laugh and lead her in my tiny apartment.

"Done packing?" she asked as she sat on the edge of my bed.

"Yup," I said, fixing my hair to a messy pony.

"Wear your hair down," she said as she studied my face.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, you look prettier that way," she grinned and removed the black elastic from my hair. "Bill would appreciate it more."

Him? Again?

"Hey!" I said trying to get the elastic back.

Oh shit. I could feel my cheeks burning again.

"Caught ya," she smiled. "Just admit it, hon. You'd make our lives much easier if you did."

"I..." I stuttered.

I didn't have anything to say. I ran out of words. This is just great.

"The bus is already here," Spencer said as she flipped her sidekick.

I grabbed my luggage and my handbag and we then went outside to find an enormous tour bus right in front of my apartment.

"You girls ready?" William asked as he escorted us to the bus.

"Hell yea," Spencer answered.

Once we were inside, we were filled with awe. Everything that we needed was there. A small kitchen. bunk areas, everything.

"Hey. Let me help you with that," William smiled at me and got my luggage. Which was kind of big.

"There are 2 extra bunks at the back," he continued and lead us to the back of the bus.

When we got to our "room", William left and told us to rest for a while and said "It's gonna be one hellluva trip,"

Tsk. Men.

As we started unpacking our stuff, Spencer asked the most idiotic question I've ever heard from her. No, second most idiotic question.

"What's in that big luggage of yours, Brooks?"

"You know... shit," I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Haha. Smart answer," she said and stretched her arms out.

I don't know why Spencer always refer stuff as shit. I now use that term so we'd communicate better. My trucker best friend. Oh well.

We continued unpacking and Spencer finished first. After, she landed flat on the bed and turned over to her side, indicating she'd take a nap. Another 5 minutes have elapsed and I was now done with the unpacking.

Thank God.

I then decided to follow Spencer's example, since I lacked sleep.

I closed my eyes and did my best to reach Dreamland. Unfortunately, I ended up thinking... again. Thoughts raced through my head like, why my mom wasn't answering her phone. She never does that. Never. What if... no. Don't even go there. This is why I hate reflecting. I always end up with doubts and pessimistic thoughts. As I have said before, this might kill me. Someday.

I could now feel my eyes getting heavy, and sleep approaching. Please. Take me to Dreamland or whatever the hell you call it.

Alas, I did arrive to Dreamland.

It was the Spring of May and school was just about to end and Summer was nearing. It was like any other school day. But I felt that something wasn't right. The hall was filled with different kinds of cliques. I was one of the normal students, I was an average person. I opened my locker and found a letter. It was from him. From Ian.

"Meet me after school. We need to talk. -Ian"

Our relationship was pretty much was pretty much fucked for the past week. I didn't know why though. 3 more periods before dismissal. Just enough time for me to think.

Dismissal came and I went to the place where we'd meet. The park.

Upon my arrival, I saw Ian seated in one of the swings. I joined him and seated on the swing beside him.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said back.

"So what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing much," I softly said.

I wasn't looking at him. And neither did he. I was just staring at the ground.

We were silent for a few minutes. But he had to break the silence.

"Listen," he breathed heavily. "It's been rough for the past days."

I didn't say anything.

"What I'm trying to say is that, maybe it would be best if we... go our separate ways."

"What went wrong?" I asked out of the blue.

"I really don't know,"

"Have you found someone better?"

"Of course, not."

"Then what went wrong?" I asked again. But it was more of asking myself.

"I guess... there should really come a time that these kinds of things just happen. You know?" he said.

I could now feel that he was looking at me.

"I guess so,"

"So I guess this is it," he stood up.

He looked at me again.

"See you around then," he said and went on his way.

At that very moment, when he left, I broke down in tears. I tried holding it, but it was too much. Our relationship was messed up, we were too. Both of us knew that. The problem was neither of us wanted to believe that. We believed in happy endings. We thought that we'd end up having a family of our own and live happily ever after. Much to our dismay, we were wrong. Dead wrong.

"Wake up,"

I opened my eyes.

It was Spencer and William.

"You alright? I could hear someone sniffling and when I looked at you, you were crying." Spencer said, concern all over her tone.

I wiped the remaining tears away and smiled.

"Nah. It was nothing. Just a bad dream, that's all."

Spencer rolled her chocolate brown eyes and said, "I won't force it out of you, since I KNOW what that dream was about,"

"Sorry to interrupt, but is it alright if you'll cook dinner?" William asked.

"Yea. It's alright,"


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Chapter 6: A New Start

"Thanks for feeding us," Sisky said as he placed his plate in the dishwasher.

"The chicken quesadilla really hits the spot," Mike continued.

The boys said their "thank you for feeding us," statements and went on ahead in playing Final Fantasy. Typical. Which left me, Spencer and William.

"I'll just go out and smoke a few ciggies," Spencer said and went out.

The tour bus had a little "stop over", obviously.

Which left me and William eating the last remains of our meal. Man, I never knew I was such a slow eater. Oh well.

As I was just about to shove the last piece of quesadilla into my mouth, Beckett went all curious.

"So, what was your dream about anyway?" he asked. "If you don't mind,"

Of course I mind. Silly boy.

Still, I decided not to be rude and tell him what I dreamt of.

"My ex," I said neutrally and started playing with the crumbs and chicken grits that settled on my plate.

"I see," he simply commented. "Mind explaining it further?"

"He was my boyfriend when I was in Senior High," I said softly. "We broke up for some unknown reason."

When I said that, I laughed. Although that laugh came out cold.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm being a bit bipolar today."

"It's alright," William smiled. "Must be real tough for you,"

"Yea," I smiled back. "It's just that, things were going so well at first. Then it ended up that way. It's been years... and I still wonder what went wrong."

"I know how you feel," he said as he stood up and placed his plate in the dishwasher. "It's not a smooth ride all the time, some things just happen for a reason. You know what I mean?"

"I do," I answered.

He was right. Everything he said sank in to me, fast.

"Good," he smiled and ruffled my hair. "So stop being so melodramatic and go check on Spencer. God knows how many packs she smoked."

I chuckled and stood up from my seat. British accent boy's right, I should check on Spencer.

I got out of the tour bus and saw Spencer seated on a beach nearby,

"I see Beckett made you happy," she said as she took another drag.

"He made me feel better," I answered.

To be honest, he made me feel a whole lot better. More than better I mean. Something about him, made me feel special. Something I haven't felt in a long time.

"You know," she said as she heavily exhaled the smoke. "You should thank him once in awhile,"

"I know," I sighed. "And by the way, you should really stop smoking."

I grabbed the pack of cigarettes she was holding and kept it in my pocket.

"Look at who's acting all motherly now," she rolled her eyes.

I got the pack of cigarettes from my pocket and stood up.

I went over to the lake and threw it.

"What the hell did you do?!" Spencer shouted.

"That could kill you, you know," I said and looked at her. "Don't you want to live longer?"

I just stared at the soaked cigarettes which was now floating on top of the lake. I should clean that up later, though.

"And I don't want that to happen," I said, concern and loneliness filled my tone. "I don't want you to go and leave me. So stop smoking shit okay?"

She just stared at me then laughed. I had no intention of being funny. I was serious.

"You're just so funny sometimes," she said as she pinched my cheeks. "So damn funny,"

I looked at her dead in the eye.

"Fine," she said as she stepped on her cigarette. "Just because you're my best friend."

I smiled at her. Relief evident in my face. I knew she made a promise. A promise that she'd keep.

"Hey, you guys better get in quick." Tom called out.

We went back in the bus, hands intertwined.

I now feel that I'm not alone. That someone still cares about me. And I wouldn't ask for anything more.

It was nearing 11 p.m. when I felt my phone vibrate.

It was a text from my mom.

Trista dear, me and your father are going to the Carribean for a business trip. Sorry we didn't tell you sooner. We love you very much. -Mom

This is just great. Just. Great.

Who the hell would have a business trip in the Carribean?

That's just non-sense.

"Who texted you?" Spencer asked me.

"My mom," I replied back.

She must have seen the pissed, betrayed look on my face.

"What did she say?"

"They're having a business trip in the Carribean," I rolled my eyes. "So it's just useless for me to go to L.A. now. Drop me off and I'll hire a cab back to Illinois."

They just laughed at me.

What. So I'm the joke now?

"We're miles away from the city," William stated. "No cab would bring you there,"

"What Bill said is true, darling." Spencer pointed out.

"Nice friend you got there," The for boys laughed. "Great sense of humor,"

I glared at Spencer and the boys.

"Just relax," Spencer said and pinched my cheeks. "This is our chance to bond and stuff. We get to travel half of America too,"

"Alright, alright." I said in defeat. "Don't go all cliché on me,"

They all grinned at me.

Well, I guess this really is the time to get away and let loose. I DO NEED A VACATION.

I deserve it.


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