Chasing Monte Carlo

A Winter's Day

The snow glissened on the windows of my bedroom, the city looking so miraculous this time of year. The way each snowflake is so unique, icicles sparkling off the railing of our penthouse balcony. I can see the park just below, young couples and families taking an early night stroll. Cars go by on their way to separate holiday celebrations.

My friends and I had already been and gone. Same old one, down south to Los Angeles to seek out our favourite band. One day we hope to meet them, in a club or on the street, a place that they might look our way, take a second glance. Hoping they will see us as people and not just crazed fans.

Listening to their angelic voices, hearing their rhymes, their thoughts spewed across each song, their minds so incredible. From their words I just know we are meant to be apart of each other's lives. My friend group coliding with their friend group. Each time I see their faces splashed across a magazine spread, everytime I hear those voices on tv or the radio my heart takes a jump, skipping a beat.

Thump...thump....thump....

Turning away from the windows I see my phone across the room light up, the screen illumintating the darkness of my quiet room.

"Get dressed, and meet us at the bistro in 15." Is all the text said.

Thinking about not only what to wear to this strange meeting but also about what my friends could possibly want. I throw on the first sweater I see and grab my coat as I head to the elevator.

Once down the 30 floors, through the front entrance of my parents luxurious apartment building I can't help but stop and notice how glorious the streets and sky scrapers look under the thin layer of snow. Every carved detail of the buildings hidden for the winter season.

"Sir! Sir Luke!" Ovre here!" I hear as I snap back to reality.

"Thank you driver. To the bistro." I say while getting into the back of the limo.

Driving down the busy roads is so relaxing to me. Seeing everyone rush by while I take my time. Of course making sure I also make it to my appointments on time, but glad I don't have their sad, moneyless lives.

"Sir, we are here." My drivers says as he gets out to open my door.

"Yes, well just keep driving around, we shouldn't be long."

Going into my friend's and I's favourite bistro I hear the familiar sounds of the kitchen, the other guests chatting away. Sharing stories about this winter's day. Scanning the room I see Zayn waving me over to our spot at the window. Reserved for only the most prestegious members of the Upper East Side.

"Okay, so as I was telling Shawn and Riley here I got permission to use the beach house in LA. And I also took it upon myself to map out exactly where Monte Carlo go. Where they shop, party, eat. So if we just make it a habit of going to these places, checking on update accounts it's a sure thing that we will meet them this time!" Zayn explained.

"Okay but this all seems like a lot of work for just a month. That's how long we are staying right? We just got back from a month in LA, why would we go again?" Riley asked.

"Well since we all are out of school and obviously don't have to get jobs to support ourselves I thought we might as well just move down there. That way there is no time limit, we have all the time in the world to just find the girls." Zayn replied enthuiastically.

Silence fell onto our table. The sound of confusion, shock and excitement fill the empty air.

"Alright, that is true and we are of legal age so this could work." Shawn chimed in.

"Luke! For God's sake would you pay attention! We need everyone to listen or this won't work." Zayn forced onto me.

"Yeah yeah I'm down with whatever. But what happens if we do meet them? How are we suppose to get them to even take a second look at us?" I ask while not completely listening, my eyes fixated on a young girl in the entrance way of the hotel across the street, jumping and playing in the falling snow.

"We will figure the details out when their moment comes. Not everything is some crazy planned out event you know." Zayn replied with annoyance covering his face.

We finish up our lunch an hour and a half later while the plans on what to being to our sudden cross country move and when to go are planned out.

Even though the rest of the guy swere excited and itching for the week to be over so we could leave, I was still not sure of it all. On one hand I was looking forward to a fresh start, the other hand I couldn't see a point in going. None of us are going into the entertainment business or even going to get a job. Moving across country to follow a group of girls around on the hope they take to us? Too risky fr me, but if all my best friends are going might as well go with them.

Back in my room I flop down on my double sized bed with modern grey sheets and matching pillows, two rectangular shaped black ones and one white fluffy one courtesy of my two year long girlfriend. Well recent ex I should say. Her going off to college, me not. Basically she decided if our futures were going in serperate directions so should we. It was a hard break up, probably why I insisted on keeping the pillow. That and the fact I actually do kind of like it.

A week isn't very long at all to get everything organized for a move as big as this, but Zayn can be pretty impulsive since none of us have ever had to bat an eye at how much money we spend. Plus we aren't really moving anything but ourselves and some clothes since we are fresh out of high school and still live with our parents.

Although my friends can be a little disorganized I like to plan everything to the dime, even if it is just going to a movie or going on a shopping spree.

Picking up my LV travel cases I slide open my door to my walk in closet. My island, for laying out ties and shirts, directly in the middle of the neat jungle of clothes surrounding it. Neatly displayed selves showing off my designer outfits right down to my wall of socks.

"Okay Luke it doesn't get cold in California during the day so you won't need to bring many winter clothes, at most pack a couple cashmere sweaters and some pants and joggers for the late night runs." I say to myself.

After an hour of gong back and forth with myself on what to bring and what I can just replace I hear a hard knock on my door, only to open it to find my butler on the other side.

"Yes?" I say.

"Sir I have received a call from your mother, she would like for you to get back to her A.S.A.P." He replies.

"Okay, now leave I have to get ready for the move." I say pushing the door shut. Seperating me from the rest of the world once again.

"Hey we're over here!" I hear Shawn call out as I get out of my limo.

"Be there in a second!" I yell back while waiting for my driver to unloa our bags.

After what felt like an eternity later we finally begin boarding our private jet. The smell of freshly made soups and French pastries consume our noses as we take our seats waiting for the captain to take off.

"Luke you will be so impressed with us. We worked out a real detailed plan on how we are going to meet Monte Carlo. So since we will be arriving at 5pm we will have way enough time to go to the beach house, drop off our things, freshen up, and head out to this club called The Nice Guy..."

"Yeah I know it well." I interrupt.

"oh well okay whatever, anyways once we say who our parents are they'll let us into the VIP section and I checked update accounts and have it all confirmed that they will be there at 8:00pm. We'll walk in at 8:15pm that way they'll have already settled in, ordered drinks, and we can go ask them to dance." Zayn finished.

Looking out across the sky, at the clouds zooming by I can't help but have a strange vibe about all this. Would everything come tumbling down like after accidentally blowing down a house of cards?

"Sounds fine to me." I say taking a sip of my sparkling peach cider.