Watch What Happens

Chapter One

+ Rachel +

"Did you hear?" My best friend, Jessica, barges into my room.

"Hear what?" I ask pausing my movie, I'm watching Peter Pan for the millionth time. Yes, I am a eighteen year-old that still watches Disney movies.

"Newsies is coming to Chicago," she squeals.

"I know, I bought a ticket three weeks ago," I laugh.

"And you didn't tell me?" She gasps.

I get up from my bed and walk over to my jewelry box and pull out the single ticket. I take a deep breath and walk over to Jessica.

"Here you go," I say.

"What?" She asks confused. "You're giving me your ticket? But you love Newsies!" She says dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I love Newsies so much that I auditioned for an opening," I shrug and her jaw drops.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She says breaking into a smile.

"Because I wanted to surprise you," I laugh. "I debut opening night in Chicago, but I leave tomorrow to start rehearsing with the cast in Baltimore."

"That is so cool," she starts to squeal then stops. "You're leaving me? Tomorrow?" She asks after everything I said registers.

"Sadly," I pout.

"You didn't tell me early?" She asks, sounding angry.

"You were out of town and I never found the right time, I'm sorry."

She hands the ticket back to me.

"You can give that to someone you care about," she says sounding furious.

"I care about you," I defend.

"You would've told me you were leaving earlier if you did," she says before walking out of my room.

"Jess-"

"Don't," she snaps. "Have fun for the next year and a half," she spats before leaving.

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"Are you sure you don't want to stop by her house on the way to the airport?" My mom asks as she puts my suitcases in the trunk of our car.

"I left her twenty-five voicemails and one hundred text messages," I say closing the trunk. "I think she gets the point," I shrug. I walk over to the passenger door and hop in the car. I toss my backpack by my feet and put my seatbelt on. "I'll just have to watch what happens with her."

"She'll forgive you before you even get on the plane," my mom assures me.

"I know Jess," I say. "And I know she won't forgive me anytime soon," I slump my shoulders.

 "I never liked that girl anyways," my mom says in a fake snobby tone.

"That's my best friend you're talking about," I laugh.

"She is a tad overdramatic for my taste, and I'm raising actors."

I laugh at that comment. She isn't wrong, Jess does tend to make everything a huge deal.

"Are you excited to be going on tour?" She asks while merging onto the highway.

"Yes!" I squeal. "Why aren't you getting emotional?" I ask. "You're eldest child is leaving the nest, I was expecting tears!" I cross my arms.

"You'll be back in less than five days," she laughs. "I'll get emotional later," she shakes her head.

"So closing night in Chicago I can expect tears?" I raise an eyebrow.