American Dream

Chap 9- breakfast

I'm struggling to concentrate but I'll do my best because you guys are awesome.

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"Trust me, you have not lived until you have tried their pancakes," Scott said as he slid into the booth opposite me. We were in a little diner place maybe ten minutes from the apartment, and it was amazing. "They even do gluten free ones for Mitch," he continued, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, shut up," Mitch interrupted from where he was sat beside me. "It works for me."

I picked up a menu, scanning the options before deciding to try the 'legendary' pancakes. I told them so, and after asking Mitch what he wanted he got up to order.

Soon he came back with a tray containing three plates of pancakes with butter and syrup, an iced tea for Mitch, and two iced coffees for me and Scott. He set them down, and we dug in.

"This is probably terrible for me," I said, cutting off some more pancake. "But somehow, I can't bring myself to care." They were the fluffy American kind, which you don't normally get in England, so it was luxury.

"They are," Scott agreed. "You can't have them often." Other than that, we were mostly silent as we ate.

Once we were done, Scott excused himself to go to the bathroom. This gave me a chance to talk to Mitch, which I hadn't done yet.

"So how was your date? The one you deserted Scott for?" I asked teasingly.

"It was okay," he shrugged, toying with his fork.

"Just okay?" He just murmured in agreement. "Hey, what's up?" I asked gently.

"Nothing really, I just feel like he's drifting away. He barely talked to me, and he knows what I think of movie dates, but that's where he took me. It's like he doesn't care.." He drifted off. I nudged him.

"It'll be okay, promise." We sat in silence until Scott returned.

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As we left the diner, I checked my watch.

"Hey, I know I told you guys I would hang out with you till your rehearsal, but I promised-"

"Yeah, yeah, you have to go on your date with airport boy," Scott interrupted, pushing me in the direction of Starbucks. "Go on, have fun," he winked.

"Kay, bye!" I said, waving over my shoulder.

Once I reached Starbucks (which was quickly becoming my favourite place) I checked my phone to see if Kevin had texted. I was about to put it away when it buzzed.

Kevin:

I can see you. Look left!

I looked around, spotting him in the corner and heading over. When I reached the table, he stood up and hugged my tightly.

"It's so good to see you again!"

"I could say the same. How are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good," he said. "What do you think of LA?"

"Oh, it's amazing. Especially the weather," I joked. "Do you want coffee?"

We ordered coffees and sat down outside, basking in the sun and talking.

"So what do you do?" I asked him.

"We'll, I'm actually in a group with a couple of my friends. We kinda have a record deal and all," he shrugged modestly.

"Why is it that everyone in LA is musically talented?" I asked, mostly to the sky but partly to Kevin. I tend to talk to the sky sometimes.

"I don't know. What do you mean?" He (Kevin. Not the sky.) answered, laughing.

"Everyone I have met so far can do something musically. Like, one of the people I met recently is into DJing and stuff, and the other one can play piano. They both sing, of course," I said, slightly sarcastically. Kevin just laughed again.

"What about you?" He asked a little later, us having moved onto other topics. "What did you do before you moved - unless you already have a job here?"

"No, I'm still looking here, but back home I used to work, well, in a coffee shop. A tiny little one, busy as anything. I'm guessing that is where my slight obsession with it comes from, but eventually I want to maybe open one? In the meantime, service industry is my thing."

"For real?" I nodded enthusiastically.

"It's a bit weird, but you meet so many different people."

"Well why not," He replied.

Kevin's POV

I watched as she talked passionately about what she wanted to do. She was definitely interesting. After a lot more conversation, I realised I hadn't asked what I had wanted to as soon as she handed me back my phone at the airport.

"Rory, is your real name actually Rory?"

"No, it's short for Aurora," her ears went pink. Aww. "I know. But hey."

"That's cool. I prefer Rory though," I said, winking at her. "Oh. Finished my coffee," I held up my cup, "you done?" When she nodded, we went inside to throw away our cups away, emerging back into the sunlight.

"Wanna take a walk? We could head to the beach," I suggested. She agreed, so we were walking down the street when I grabbed her hand. She looked down in surprise, but didn't say anything. I smiled. Just then, my phone rang.

"I'm sorry, let me check," I said, getting my phone out with my free hand. The caller ID told me it was Scott. "Okay, I better take this," I said apologetically. She nodded with a smile, completely understanding, so I accepted the call.

"Hey man, where are you?"

"Where should I?..."

"Rehearsal?"

"Oh shoot, I'm so sorry man. I can be there in five?"

"Okay. You aren't that late, but Avi pointed out.."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm hardly ever late. I lost track of time, I'll explain later."

"Okay, see ya." I hung up.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to go, like ten minutes ago. I forgot I had to be there, and I can't let them down, but I feel really bad and I promise I'll text you later," I gabbled, kissing her on the cheek before running back down the street. I felt bad, but I felt worse about letting my friends down.

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Oh my GOD this was hard to write. I just.. I think it will be easier now.

I don't really like the diner bit, and I feel like it was a bit out of character for Mitch, but it had to be said so I'm sorry.

As always, let me know what you think and thanks for reading!