ROADTRIP IMAGINES

New Job PT.1-Brooklyn Wyatt

Randomly thought of an imagine. I thought I should write it before I forget to. So please be patient if you have requests, I will get to them as soon as this one is finished. It might be a two-part. More than likely really.

Much Love-Roadiebear xx

~Lucy's POV~

"Luce, you know that you have to keep trying. I'm sure somebody will call about you being a cook. I know losing your job as 5 Seconds Of Summer's cook was hard for you; You'll find another band or group of people to love just as much, and they will return it." My oldest brother says.

"I know. It just hurts, because I was with them from the beginning. Now they are even bigger now, so they had to hire someone else. Oh God it sucks. I wasn't just their cook, I was their sister. They took care of me like I took care of them." I reply my voice cracking.

Hello. I'm Lucy Renaldi, I used to be the professional/personal cook for the boy-band 5 Seconds of Summer. For 5 years I took care of them. I gave up my personal life just to be on tour with them for months maybe even a year at a time. 

I was their comfort when they missed their families; I was their counselor when band-mates disagreed with one another, or when they needed to cry. I did everything for them. I was more than just a cook for those boys, I was their housekeeper, I was the advice giver, peace maker, and sister to these boys.

It really hurts when they decided to dump me for Bobby fucking arrogant Flay. (Bobby Flay is actually pretty fucking awesome though so no offense!) 

Yeah, I'm hurt over it. It sucks so bad, but I have to keep trying to move forward. I was clearly not meant to be staying with them forever; I have to accept it; And that hurts.

"It's going to be alright. How about you shower, then head on to bed. I'm sure someone will call in the morning. I love you little sis." 

"I love you too." I say. Brett walks to his room so I go to mine. I step inside the bathroom, and start taking my shower. When I finish up I crawl into my bed completely exhausted from being depressed. 

I fall back onto my pillow, and close my eyes. Sleep taking me in quickly.

~Rye's POV~

"Boys, you really need a personal chef for tour. We don't have the budget to constantly eat out twenty-four/seven." Our manager Blair says.

"I could put out some personal applications online. There's this site where Chef's that used to work for celebrities are currently looking to work within their comfort zone of other bands." Mikey says.

"Wow mate, hadn't thought of that." I tell him honestly.

"What can I say? I'm extravagant with the internet. I've discovered alot of things that could be useful in real life, or of use to this band." Mikey says.

"I'd like to know sometime Mike." Blair says. Mikey then starts typing some things on his laptop. He hands it to us. 

"Here. This is the site. Look through see how qualified you want her or him to be and then go from there. All of their contact information will be there on the profile also." 

"Thanks. Mikey. I'll start looking now!" I say excitedly. Blair places his hand on my shoulder.

"I trust you to find the best qualified cook on there. You boys deserve the best, and you'll be the one to do it. Good luck, Call me when you get the interview set up." He says heading out the door. 

With that I begin looking for a Chef. I really hope to find a great one. I continue to look through it when I get an email. It's from Blair. 

"Rye, 

I found you the perfect cook. Her names Lucy; She lives in America, but is willing to travel for work, because she used to cook for 5SOS: Here's her profile;" 

I begin to look at the profile, and I like what I see. She's perfect. I decide to give her a call.

~Lucy's POV~

I am awoken in the middle of the night by a Europe number. I furrow my eyebrows. What the fuck? I decide to answer it.

"Lucy Renaldi speaking, how may I help you?" 

"Hello Lucy, my name is Ryan Beaumont. I am in a five-piece boy-band called Roadtrip. We have been looking for a person chef to cook for us. We'll pay you and give you a place to stay in. I saw that you used to work for 5SOS; Impressive. You're the perfect one! Are you available to fly to Bristol ASAP?" 

"Yes. Of course. I would love that! When?" 

"I'll email you the tickets." 

"Tickets?" I ask.

"I know you have a brother and he's all you have left. Might as well bring him too." 

"Well thank you so much! I look forward to your email. Thank you so much." I reply. 

"Great. Ms. Renaldi what time is it there in America?" 

"6 hours behind your time Mr. Beaumont." 

"Oh my God. I am so so sorry for waking you Ms. Renaldi." He says panicking.

"Oh please; I was lying awake stressing, praying for a phone call for a job opportunity. You were the first, and now you're the reason I'll be sleeping well tonight." I tell him.

"Well, Ms. Renaldi message me when you wake. Give me your final answer. Sleep well." He says hanging up on me. I suddenly feel like a weights lifted off my shoulders allowing my body to finally relax willingly, and sleep taking over me. 

~Next Morning~

"Luce, wake up. It's 11 am." Brett says from beside me. I open my eyes, shooting up quickly. 

"Why did you let me sleep so late?" 

"Because you needed rest, You've been so stressed lately, I figured you could use the sleep for as long as possible. I decided that 5 hours ago." He says. I chuckle.

"I have good news. A band from Europe called me and offered me a position. They bought you and I both plane tickets to move there. I'll become their personal cook for home and tour. I really want and need this." I tell him.

"That's why you're going, Lucy." He says sternly.

"Me? You mean...Us." 

"No Lucy. Just you. This is your dream, and I have a great job, I'm happy right here where I am. I love you so much little sister, but you can visit me; I'm just tired of moving all the time. We found something stable, and for once.....This....It all feels like home to me. Don't make me give that dream up." 

"I would never." 

"Good. Go pack, and board that plane. Call me when you land, Skype me later. Love you, I'm late to work." With that my brother disappears, leaving me to pack alone. My hearts a little broken by this because Brett is my brother, and my best friend. He's all I got left.

Soon I get an email notification. It's from my new Boss.

"Here's the tickets. Print them and get going! See you in a couple days!" 

My flight leaves early in the morning giving me time to pack my things that I will be taking to Europe with me.