Hey There Delilah (Sequel to Not The Same)

Unpredictable

This chapter is dedicated to cjensen1999 because she comments and votes on pretty much every chapter and I do notice and appreciate it :) There's a few of you who do and I legit know you're usernames by heart lol, I do notice!

"So why doesn't your mom hang out around us anymore?" Roman asked as he stirred his milkshake with the end of his red striped straw. Everything about this diner put you back into the 80's including the roller skates that the waitors and waitresses wore and the music playing softly above. 

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "We all went to dinner a few nights ago." Roman kind of shrugged and looked around the place. Neither one of us had ever been here before but we figured we both needed a break. After what had happened with Declan and me getting punched in the noise by, yes, my boyfriend, we both just wanted to get lost in L.A. Then while walking aimlessly around, we had stumbled upon this diner.

"I just mean, I was expecting her to always be around now. She hasn't seen some of her old best friends in literally forever." I thought on that for a little bit. Why didn't she want to hang out with them more?

"Excuse me? Need anything?" Our middle aged waitress rolled on up to us. All of the employees were wearing pink dresses with a white collered shirt under with of course, pink and white roller skates. 

"No, I think we're good for now." Roman smiled at her. I watched her roll away onto the next table and the next. Across from me, I heard Roman laughing.

"What?" I asked, a huge grin on my face.

"Nothing, just you." He smiled. It wasn't the little grin that I've been getting from people lately, it was a geniune smile. One that reached far into his cheek and crinkled the corners of his eyes. It even caved into a tiny dimple on his left cheek, one trait he had gotten from Kiani.

"I love this 80's theme!" I gushed, even though it was evident from the smile my perfectly red lipsticked mouth was frozen in. "Oh, and can we please talk about how good these milkshakes our!" I sucked on mine for a second, causing Roman to laugh harder and my smile to grow. "I wanna work here." I told him, pulling away from my straw. He gave me a funny look and shook his head, the smile starting to dwindle. "What?"

"You wanna work here?" He questioned, incredulously. I slowly nodded my head at his rhetorical question. "You blow my mind." He leaned back in his chair, milkshake in hand and crossed his arms.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, you're about to win a million dollar recording contract and have all your dreams come true but you'd still like to work at an 80's diner? Is that your plan B." His large smile, the one that I loved, returned.

"I'm not about to win anything. I'm no where near close and even if I did end up winning, that's not my dream." I told him, truthfully.

"Then why are you here?" He sat back up and put his elbows on the table, staring into my eyes seriously.

"My dream was to meet my dad and make him proud. I've already accomplished both." 

We finished off our milkshakes and Roman payed the bill. He insisted and I didn't refuse considering I had accidentally left my wallet at home anyways. Oops. I can't remember what was so funny but we left the diner laughing, his arm around my shoulder. This was the kind of happiness that I had come to the city of angels to find and somehow I had found it with someone that I wasn't expecting. I guess that's just how life is though, it's unpredictable.

----------I'm going to pause this story right here.--------

I know you aren't watching a movie, but when reading a book or looking back on a memory, like I am, sometimes it feels like you can just pause it. you can just pause it on that one specific moment that you want to hold onto. I can picture this moment, years ago. Roman's arm on my shoulder, him dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt with vans and a beanie because that's how Kiani raised him. You're typical hipster. I can picture me in my short shorts with my loose, long sleeved brown shirt that was only buttoned half way up. He had his arm around me and the L.A. lights shone onto my aviators ,that for some reason I was wearing even though it was dark, as we both had our heads back laughing harder than I've ever laughed.

I think you can seperate your life into chapters like a story book. Some chapters are sad, some are boring, some are happy. You never really know what you're going to find on each page. I believe that the first part of my life was one chapter. It was the boring part, but that's always how introductions are. It was almost impossible to get through because of how boring it was and because I wondered if that's how the entire story would be. 

The middle chapter was my all time favorite. The chapter began when I left that little diner in New York to chase after a dream, a family I had thought I'd never have. This chapter was full of love, friendship, heartbreak, and above all, memories. I can't express how incredible it was. The ups, the downs, the excitement, the anticipation of what the next page would hold. It was wild and insane but I wouldn't change any part of it. Everyone, every book, gets at least one chapter, at least. This one chapter is anything but ordinary. It's extraordinary. This one chapter is better than any dream you imagined. It's the chapter you want to go back and reread not because it was perfect but just because it was exciting. It had the perfect amount of positive and negative. It was just plain perfectly imperfect, in that annoying way that life usually is. That middle chapter of my life ended in the same place that it had started, at a diner. 

I wish I could go back and tell myself not to leave. Not to walk outside those diner doors. This all happened what seems like forever ago, but I wanted to pause this story as it runs through my head to look at that moment. That very last moment of utter happiness. The next chapter begins the second I'm completely passed the threshold of those doors. From their until the day I die is the last part of my story. It's the last chapter. The chapter that is so entertaining for the readers, the one that keeps them on the edge of their seats. But unfortanetly, in the end someone in the story has to lose. Sometimes it's the villian, sometimes it's the hero. I'm not sure which I'd be considered to you. Maybe I'm the villian from your persepctive. Or maybe to you, I'm the hero, which is what I'd like to believe of myself. But in that case, it means this story has an unusual ending. One where, as much as I hate to say it, the hero loses. 

----------------Author's Note---------------

I wanted to do something a little bit different and I hope you guys enjoyed it! I wanted to add a bit of foreshadowing. Like Delilah said, this is kind of the beginning of the end of this story, I guess. With that said, after this story I will be starting a new story (not immediately after) but it won't be another Liam one. I'm going to set you guys a goal.

When my votes count for both Hey There Delilah and Not The Same gets up to 900, then I'll let you guys know who the next story is about :) kay?

I love you guys and I'm so appreciative of all your support!

xx, Ashley.