"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...
I woke up in my own bed which wasn't the plan but Sydney was mad at me and it was already late.
Stepping out of the shower, my phone rang and I answered it.
"Hey, Will," my brother spoke first.
"What's up, Levi?"
I checked the time, remembering he was nine hours ahead so it was 3:40pm in Paris.
"Not much, just wondering why you aren't here, yet?"
I laughed, applying toothpaste on the bristles.
"Where's Beau?" I changed the subject to his boyfriend.
"Working: what I'm supposed to be doing. Ugh, I still can't believe he has me in this coffee shop. If another basic hetero comes in here and asks for an iced coffee, I will scream," he went on.
I spit in the sink and then started cracking up.
"Sydney loves iced coffee," I recalled. Extra cream, extra sugar - she needed it to look and taste like chocolate milk, damn near. I never drank coffee really, but hers wasn't bad when I stole a taste. Levi just drinks crazy shit I can barely pronounce.
"Ooh, how is the pretty girl?" he wondered.
In his background I could hear angry French customers impatiently giving their orders and soft indie music playing in the cafe.
I rinsed out the sink after gargling with mouthwash and walked back into my bedroom.
There, I looked through my work clothes in the closet and sighed.
"She's, uh, mad at me, for something," I told him.
"Hold on, lady, damn it! You'll get your croissant," Levi yelled at someone, making me laugh and shake my head at him.
On speaker, he said, "'For something?' You should find out why she's mad, are you even worried?"
"No, not really," I replied, dry.
Levi went "oh my God."
"I'm kidding," I chuckled, throwing some jeans on the bed. "I know why, there's just nothing I can do about it."
"Hm, must be about work?"
My eyes rolled in my head. If I had a nickel...
"Ah, man, I'm getting another call," I made up, my finger hovering over the 'end call' option on the screen.
"Mhm," he sassed, calling my bullshit. "Just hurry and get your ticket, Wilson!"
"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled after hanging up.
I dropped my towel and finally started getting dressed.
Not even in both socks, I took another call, this one from the work phone.
Frustrated already, I inhaled deeply and put on a more professional tone.
"Mrs.Gibson," I talked. "what can I do for you now?"
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