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Chapter 3

"Samantha! What is on your face?! Is that cocaine?!" I hear Taylor yelling at me in a whisper. I immediately realize what she's talking about.

I wipe my face and glare at her through my big, black lenses.

"It's parmesan, you imbecile." I whisper back, and she immediately withdraws the concerned look on her face, replacing it with an embarrassed one instead.

I take a look around the only semi-fancy restaurants in this stupid town to see if anyone had heard us.

Oh, wait. I don't care. I remind myself.

"Oh, Why are you eating parmesan?" I bring my eyes back to Taylor, and I almost gasp at the breathtaking dress she was wearing. It's a stunning shade of red that could make her stand out anywhere, and it's completed with a sweetheart neckline that was bound to make her chest stand out.

"Maybe because you left me waiting here for the past half hour and I decided to be kind enough to wait for you! Boy, was that a mistake." I explain, mumbling the last part. Taylor rolls her eyes at me, finally taking a seat on coffee-colored cushioned chair.

"So, you mind telling me why I was summoned to Aqua's for dinner again?" She sighed, referring to this oh-so-lovely restaurant that was meant to be a seafood diner, but ended up being a full-out, everything-you-could-possibly-think-of-is-on-the-menu diner. It still did contain seafood. You know. Somewhat.

"Well, do you mind telling me why you keep wearing the fanciest clothes you own all around town? Seriously, I'v been seeing you in nothing but dresses and skirts for days. Is there something going on that I should know about? Because you're usually in sweatpants and a hoodie." I say while picking up the napkin that was folded up all sophisticatedly into my cup. I unfold the napkin, placing it on my lap, then lifting my hand up into the air, in hopes of getting the attention of any of the waiters around us.

"Well," she starts, picking up the menu and flipping through the worn out pages with her perfectly manicured fingers, "I decided since I'm leaving soon, I should probably make the best of my last days in Plaines. I mean, seriously, I have so much goddamn clothes that I never got to wear. You've seen all the dresses in my closet. Not once have I worn any of them. So I decided to let it all out. The dresses I mean."

Her eyes scan the menu as if she hadn't been here about 30 times before this. I nod at her explanation and decided to move on from the subject. And not because I was wearing skinny jeans and the loosest shirt I could find in my closet. Oh, and my glasses. Can't forget the glasses.

"Yeah, I get it."

Taylor snorts. "Says the girl wearing the same shirt she was wearing two days ago."

"Okay, Taylor, you really need to stop memorizing what and when I wear things, it's really creepy."

"Okay, fine, relax. But seriously, why'd you call me here? Is something wrong?" She asks, concern lacing around her words.

"Nope, nothing wrong. In fact, it's good news. Awesome news. My moms getting married!" I say, trying to show some happiness in my voice.

"Oh my god! What! That's so amazing!" She beams at me, clearly more excited than I am. It's not that I'm upset my mom is moving on, in fact, I'm glad my mom has found a new guy in her life.

"Wait a minute, Sam, doesn't that mean you're moving if you're tagging along with them?" Taylor's smile starts to fade and I can what question is coming next. "Where does he live again?"

"That's the best part, Taylor. I'm moving with you to Los Angeles!" God, I've been dying to tell her that for days!

Taylor sits there in shock, her big, blue eyes wide and mouth dropped open so big, it's bound to reach the ground.

Happy outburst in 3, 2, 1....

Next thing I know, Taylor bounces out of her seat and makes her way across the table to hug the living crap out of me.

And that is followed by a series of OMG's and I love you's.

"THIS IS SO AWESOME!" Taylor shouts out of pure happiness and the only instinct I have is to duck my head to make people think I'm not there.

"Calm down, Taylor. I told you we'd be together forever. Chill. Anyway, my mom said I get to go with you when you leave, and she'll be coming a couple weeks after to finish off taking everything with us and finishing off business with the house and all. So yeah." I end my explaining with a clap and a smile, and I realize Taylor was just sitting there, intently listening with a grin on her face.

"You do realize the this time is going to go by really fast and my flight is only in 3 weeks, right? And we'll be all alone. In Los Angeles. Alone. Oh my god." It seems as though Taylor was still trying to process it all. So while she did that, I tried to call a waiter over again. That was when I heard a plate crash behind me. I turn myself around, only to see a waiter picking up the remains of the shattered plate from the ground, while the people at the table seemed to laugh at him, looking down at him.

I absolutely, positively hate those kinds of people.

I immediately ran over to the man, helping him pick up the small and big pieces of the plate. The man seemed as though he was in his late 40's, and he was wearing what every other employee had to wear, a black vest with a red tie over a white dress shirt. He seemed pretty put together for an older man, except I could see the gray hairs peeking out on the top of his head and on his thin beard. He seemed tired, probably because of this inadequate job. He smiled politely to me and I could see how blue his tired eyes were.

"Thank you, very very much." He said in a sweet, shaky voice.

"No problem, don't mind those other people, they're all idiots and wouldn't know what a real man looked like unless they got punched in the face by one. Which is what I totally suggest you should do." I joked, smiling back, making sure that smile showed him the respect he deserves and probably doesn't get on a daily basis.

After we picked up all the pieces, I helped the man up, receiving another grateful smile.

"Please, sit on down back to your table, I will take you and your friends order." He insists, taking out a small notepad from his back pocket and a pen from his vest pocket. He nodded his head as if to go on and say what I'd like to eat.

"Oh, umm, I'd like a cream of mushroom soup and a cherry coke, please." I ordered, politely smiling.

Taylor ordered a chicken caesar salad, we spent the rest of the lunch, laughing and predicting what awesome things will happen to us in L.A.

When were finished, I said goodbye to the old waiter.

But not before slipping a $20 tip under the napkin dispenser.

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