Los Angeles; ksimon

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"Have a nice day." I smile to the last customer as I hand him his coffee, watching as he leaves before turning the open sign off and locking the front door.

"I'm going back to the flat, you coming?" Cal asks me and I shake my head, smiling at him as he takes his apron off and leaves out the back door.

I sigh and take out the broom and dustpan, walking around and sweeping the tiled floors of the small café.

Quiet music plays overhead from the speakers, usually Cal controls the music- which is okay because his music taste is basically the same as mine.

My heart beats excitedly as I wipe down the tables and place the chairs on top of them- eager to tell him the news already and get it done with.

Tonight, I was going to get the rest of the money we- I need for getting to Los Angeles, and I'm hoping he'll come with me.

See, it's been my dream ever since I was young to get there, to leave dreary old England and get to the place where dreams come true.

I have to get there, no matter what it takes, I will make it to Los Angeles.
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I tug my hood over my head as I leave out the back door of the small building, my backpack slung over my shoulder as I walk down a dark alleyway.

A clear brick wall catches my attention as I'm walking- I look around to make sure no one's near before grabbing a bottle of spray paint from my bag and shaking it.

I pull my bandana onto my face to cover my mouth and nose before starting- writing in big red bubble letters on the wall 'SDMN'.

My dad taught me how to do this when I was younger, we used to tag walls all the time together- that's why I always carry a can of spray paint with me.

Sometimes the guys and I all go out together and find a big wall that's already covered with paint- we all work together to paint over it and then create a mural of our own, it's our way of bonding.

We call ourselves the Sidemen, we're a gang, and people cower in fear when they hear our names.

I haven't met half of the other guys yet, but everyone is meeting up in America- finding a place together somewhere in Los Angeles.

I'm one of the most powerful people in it- my dad having connections with people all around the world, my name is a gold mine to the powerful and the greedy.

Apparently there's someone else my dad wants me to meet- a good friend of his has a son, I can't remember his name, but I'm intrigued.

My dad lives in Los Angeles- that's why I want to get there so badly, he left a few years ago, but he knew I'd find him, he knows I'm coming.

"Hey! What do you thing you're doing?" I quickly snap out of my thoughts and turn my head, seeing the owner of the store I'm tagging walking towards me angrily.

He knocks the can of paint out of my hand and I put my hands up, watching as he reaches for his phone to call the police before I knock it out of his hand and smash it on the ground.

"Oops." I say before connecting my fist with his nose, watching it start to bleed before punching him harder in the jaw- the intensity dropping him to the floor.

"Learn to keep your mouth shut." I say harshly before kicking him in the side, watching as he groans and curls up in pain.

A smirk of satisfaction spreads across my face as I pull my bandana off quickly putting it in my bag before running out of the alleyway.

I shove my blood covered hands in my pockets and avoid eye contact with anyone until I get to my destination, looking both ways before knocking four times on the door of the house.