Discovering Truths

Chapter 1

*****Author's note - I love this story, and it is a semi-true. I have not edited it so a revision will be coming in the future, but I want to get people's feedback. I want to see if I am going in the right direction with the story. I seem to be stuck on the back end of the story, but I do have eight chapters written for you guys. I will post them every Monday night, until they are all up. That will give me time to do some light editing to them. Please as always comment and read. *****Side Note - I don't know what I did to this chapter but it disappeared. Sorry for the inconvenience. I will try to not let it happen again. P.S. That is Josh Holloway as Wilson.

"She will be here in a few hours. Did you get a car sent to the hotel to pick her up? Did they send in breakfast that we made up for the?" Wilson was sweating so much at this point he was wondering if he needed to change his shirt. He had not been this nervous except for the night of his grand opening. Of course, this was his second milestone in the creation of his dream five-star restaurant. He was being interviewed by the biggest Food and Beverage Magazine in the country. They also promised Wilson a two page spread along with the interview. This was a dream come true, he went from bus-boy to millionaire restaurateur in five years.

"Calm down. Everything's delivered like you asked, and they will be here in about twenty minutes." Kathy was always his voice of reason in the past five years. The one person who knew he had potential. She backed him when he came in to the city looking to open his high concept restaurant, and it paid off. "You know your food speaks for itself, so don't let this interview work you up so much."

There's a chance that Wilson wouldn't be this worked up. But, Kristi wasn't only a journalist with the magazine; she was also a local from his home town. The place that Wilson ran from five years ago. Wilson and Kristi didn't know each other, but being such a small town they were bound to know the same people. Wilson was going to ask Kathy a question when he realized he was standing in the office alone.

"Kath?"

"Here, before she makes it for the interview you need to go change your shirt," she reentered. Kathy was holding a black shirt instead of the light blue one that was ringing wet with his sweat. "The black with hide the sweat better."

"You are always looking out for me."

"Yeah, well you won't find a man to do it for you."

Wilson and Kathy were sitting in the office waiting on Kristi to make her arrival. She was already twenty minutes late. Kathy had stepped out on the balcony to make a call, and see if they were still planning on showing. That's when Wilson heard a big commotion coming from down the hall from the office. Someone had dropped a large number of plates. Wilson's heart plummeted. There was no point in waiting around on an woman that couldn't be on time for her own interview; he had a restaurant to run.

Wilson bolted down the hall to see if everyone was okay, and make sure that no one needed medical attention. When he rounded the corner, where he heard the commotion, he froze in his tracks. Bent down helping pick up the broken glass, was someone that Wilson hadn't seen in the last five years. Wilson still couldn't move as Kathy got to his side. Wilson's eyes never left the pair of green eyes as they looked up at him from the crouched position.

"Um...Hey."

"Hey. That's what you have to say to you best friend you haven't seen in five years is 'um...hey'. You better have something better than that, or I need to break more dishes," the man responded. He rose up to stand about a few inches taller than Wilson.

Wilson, still shell shocked, opened and closed his mouth a few times to say something, but couldn't form the words. "Ben...I"

"I...You too buddy," Ben grabbed Wilson up in the tightest hug. Wilson felt himself release any, and all tension that was ever in his body.

"Oh, so this is the Ben," Kathy said with a smirk behind her words. She extended her hand to the new arrival after the pair finished their hug. But, the two men that hadn't taken their eyes off one another since locking them together.

"Yeah, Ben. Kathy. Kathy, Ben. Kathy is my assistant slash financial partner." Ben took Kathy's hand in a solid handshake.

"Yeah. Kristi was telling me all about you, and this place you built. I couldn't believe you had done this all by yourself Willy. I knew you could do great things, but shit this place is amazing." Wilson preened under Ben's acknowledgement of his achievements. But, there was something more to the things that he said. How did he know Kristi, the journalist?

"Kristi? Y'all know each other?"

"Yeah, we met at a Grizzly's game a year ago, and have been dating ever since." Wilson's heart sank a little even after all this time seeing Ben. And, seeing him now brought back all those feelings that sent him packing in the first place.

Six years ago, Wilson and Ben had been the perfect roommates. They were best friends and they never fought, what more could you ask for in a roommate. The only problem was Wilson was in love with Ben, and had been since they were little. Wilson never told Ben his true feelings. Instead, once things got all to real for Wilson, he made the decision to cut ties leaving the town he grew up in, forever. He choose to leave Ben behind instead of telling him his true feelings, or even telling him that he was gay. He could never tell Ben that. He would rather live without him in his life than have him look at him with disgust. So Wilson did the only thing that he could think of, leave. So, Wilson packed his bags one day while Ben was at school, and left. There was no goodbyes, or telling anyone where to find him. Wilson didn't have a family to worry about him, or anyone for that matter that would miss him.

"I missed you, buddy. I can't believe I am here with you, man." Ben's words were warm against Wilson's ears.

"Shit where did all this glass come from," the new voice was a light and airy. It was a stark contrast from three people already present. It belonged to Kristi Truman, lead journalist for Food and Beverage Magazine. She had a light and bounce walk and long brown hair that fell in spirals. She was a walking wet dream, and it was easy to see why Ben fell for her; she was gorgeous. She could've easily been cast as the cheerleader in a romantic comedy. And, it was that thought that made Wilson's stomach turn. How could he ever compete with that. "Babe, did you do this? You are clumsy."

Wilson's stomach turned at her using a pet name with Ben, his Ben, but he had to remind himself that he and Ben weren't a couple. Hell, they may not even still be friends. "Hey, Kristi. I'm Wilson Beck the owner and operator of the establishment."

"Mr. Corley, I know who you are. Wouldn't be much of a journalist if didn't look you up already. Or mention that you are from the same town as me and Ben. But, imagine my surprise when Ben, here, tells me that you and him are besties from another life." Wilson wanted so much to dislike the woman, but damn she was pulling him in. "Can we start the interview? And, sorry we were a little late. My editor called at wanted to make sure that we were going to get all the shots she wanted for the spread."

Wilson excepted her apology, and lead her to the office for them to start the interview.