"Never let an old flame burn you twice"
Sydney Janes was a normal teenager until she got behind the wheel one fateful night. She lost her parents in a bad crash, but found Tony Becker - Hollywood's infamous troublemaker. Seeing she was only a kid wh...
My brain woke me up before my alarm clock. It had to be four in the morning as I usually wake up at five thirty but I could tell it was earlier.
I reached for my phone only to find it had fallen on the floor. Retrieving it, I was a little hype to see Sydney stayed on the phone. She was fast asleep, it amazed me how she still looked like a Barbie while dreaming.
To be honest, I had no idea what I was doing with this girl but she was beautiful and made me feel seen, heard.
It felt weird to watch her, as beautiful as she was, so I closed my eyes again, trying to wait for the alarm.
A gasp woke me up. It was Sydney.
That's when my alarms sounded.
"Shit, sorry," I excused, turning it off.
She wiped her tired face, wrapping her whole head and body in a white sheet.
"My phone's hot," she said. I felt mine, it was too.
"Mine, too," I said.
"Are you about to get ready for work?"
"Unfortunately," I sighed.
"You're your own boss, you don't have to go."
"I do, though."
"Why?"
"A successful man told me: stop working, you die."
"Was that man you?"
I laughed, hanging my head. "No, uh, close - my dad."
"Hm," she sounded, dozing off.
Wes texted me:
car in the shop. pick me up?
I smiled in the camera at a sleepy Sydney.
"I gotta go, alright? This was-- this was cool."
"Have the best day," she said something my parents used to to Levi and I.
Not gonna lie, that warmed me up a little inside.
I bit down on my smile. "You too."
With that, she hung up. I hoped she got to sleep in and relax, that must be nice.
I sat there, phone on my bare chest, a few more minutes, smiling for no reason.
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"It's coming along great, boys," Delaney complimented. I was surprised she stayed home for once.
"Lemonade?" she offered.
"Please," I rasped, taking a glass.
My face turned up at how tart it was, definitely not like Sydney's.
