Chapter 8: Saturday Night Fever

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“Come on,” Desiree begged, “Don’t do this.”

“Do what?” Tess grumbled, eyes still shut.

The tables had turned, and this time, it was Desiree who had kept the truth from Tess – for an entire week!

“Ignoring me,” Desiree replied, “I know you’re mad but I’m not going to burn bridges with people just because you don’t like them.”

Tess sat up defensively. “He’s a major ass, Des! He’s only interested in you because he sees you as his next conquest.”

“You don’t know that.” Desiree snapped. “If you two want to hate each other, that’s fine, but I don’t want to be in the middle of it.”

“Oh my god, listen to yourself.” Tess sneered. “You think you’re different from all the other girls before you.”

“Tess…” Desiree calmed. “It’s one date.”

“Ohhh? Just one? Like the just-one-class you had with Dodi that turned into a partner study group everyday after school? Like that?”

“Aren’t you being a little cynical now?”

“Look, if he ends up being an ass, you’ll be the first to know.” Desiree promised. “Then you can say ‘I told you so’, but until then, I need you to be nice tonight when he shows up.”

“Fine.” Tess reluctantly agreed.

“Thanks, I knew I could count on you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Tess warned and headed for the bathroom.

“I have this natural gag reflex whenever that guy’s within vision range.” She added.

Desiree turned. “It’s just one date.” She reiterated.

“We’ll see…” Tess said sceptical “Anyway, we got less than two hours before Elliot’s gig. We better get ready.”

 

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Burton’s Pub was one of the oldest buildings erected in Newcrest and was located in the Founders District, an area true to its traditional old world architectural structures and a historic landmark protected by the Antiquarian Preservation Society.

“Earth to Des…” Tess repeated.

“Sorry, what?”

“I don’t know who you think you’re kidding but you’re a space cadet. In space.” Tess interrupted. “I’ve literally been talking to myself for the last five minutes.”

“Sorry, they’re just so great, aren’t they?” Desiree tuned back in.

“Wait, stop.” Tess dramatically paused. “So you did notice the other two band members.”

“Har, har.” Desiree laughed off. “I know what you’re doing, and I’ve told you before, we’re just friends.”

“Fine, keep telling yourself that.”

Desiree’s eyes drifted.

“I mean, of course, I like him.” She admitted. “He’s sweet and talented. I’ve never met anyone so free spirited. Between watching meteor showers and coming home to my own makeshift art studio, I never know what he’s up to, he’s full of surprises.”

“You’re an idiot if you don’t tell him how you feel.” Tess scolded. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you tell the people you care about, that you care about them. Before it’s too late.”

Desiree sighed.

 

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“Ah! Lucky shot.” Elliot hollered.

The gig had ended about a half hour ago.

“Lucky? I whooped your butt the last time we played.” Desiree reminded tauntingly.

“Oh yeh?” He grinned. “Well I’m done taking it easy on ya.”

Not a moment later, the foosball rocketed past the goalie and down the pocket.

“Score!” She cheered.

He shook his head in defeat. “Ah crap.”

“Looks like someone owes me a dirty soda.” She smirked. “Well, technically two dirty sodas.”

“There’s going to be no living with you, is there?”

She smiled. “I’ll take you up on a rematch any time.”

“I’ll be there.”

For a moment their eyes locked.

“Desiree!” A voice interrupted from across the room.

They turned to see Dodi making his way towards them.

“Wow, you look amazing.” Dodi stopped dead in his tracks. “Am I a lucky guy tonight, or what?”

“Hey blondie.” He greeted.

Elliot looked at Desiree. “What’s he doing here?”

“He’s here to pick me up.” She told him.

“She didn’t want to miss your gig, so we decided to meet up afterwards.” Dodi chimed in. “Hope you don’t mind us taking off.”

“It’s not my business what Desiree does.”

“Good. I’d hate for things to be awkward.”

“Elliot, I–”

“I’d better get back to the group.” He cut her off. “Have fun on your date.”

 

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A cool breeze whipped through the air. Desiree and Dodi had strolled through the garden plaza before stopping at the central water feature. The fountain’s spray hissed in the background, but not enough to overpower their conversation.

“So, blondie…” Dodi began.

Desiree smiled. “Elliot.” She corrected.

“Elliot,” he said, “Yeh, you’re right, that guy’s definitely guarded. There’s something about him.”

“I was frustrated that day and should have never vented like that,” she explained, “Elliot is about the sweetest person I know.”

“Alright,” he left it alone, “Just be careful.”

She made a face. “You know what? You’re not exactly well received yourself.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “You mean with Tess? And from the two encounters I’ve had with Elliot, I’m guessing him, too?”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” She dropped it.

“You’re right.” He settled. “I promised you we’d do something fun, so let’s do something fun.”

“Everything’s closed.” She reminded. “We don’t exactly have a lot of options.”

“True…” He trailed. “But not everything.”

 

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“I know you don’t work here, so how is it you have a key to this place?” Desiree asked. “We won’t get arrested for trespassing, will we?”

They sat on the rooftop deck alongside the pool.

“My family owns the place.” Dodi casually disclosed.

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope.” He shrugged and got up. “Want to get in?” He motioned towards the pool.

“Wearing what?”

“Whatever you want.” He turned and pulled off his clothes.

“But I’d strongly recommend against wearing the dress.” And he cannon balled into the water.

“You going to come in or what?”

“I don’t know.” She hesitated.

“The pool’s heated, you’ll love it.” He tread the water effortlessly. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

She exhaled deeply. “Fine.” She gave in. “Turn around and don’t look.”

She kicked off her heels, unzipped the back of her dress, and stepped out of it.

“Here goes nothing.” She mumbled under her breath and jumped.

She landed in the water and quickly resurfaced.

“Oh my god the pool is not heated!” She splashed him. “It’s freezing!”

He laughed. “I seriously thought you would’ve tested the water before jumping in like that. But I’m flattered you took my word for it.”

“You’re right,” she laughed along with him, “I really should have checked first.”

“Just keep moving your arms and legs around,” he instructed, “You’ll warm up quick.”

“Well, so much for my hair tie,” she mentioned, “It’s somewhere at the bottom of the pool.”

He looked at her. “The filter will find it, but for what it’s worth, I think you look great. I’ve never seen you without braids.”

“Thanks…” She said. “But you haven’t seen how naturally unruly it gets. I usually get it re-braided every couple months. It’s so much easier to live with.”

It went quiet.

“I hope this doesn’t come across the wrong way but I’ve never gone out with an ethnic girl before.” He shared. “I like that you’re different.”

She didn’t know what to say.

“Didn’t mean to put you on the spot.” He said uncomfortably. “Anyway, thanks for letting me take you out. Maybe we can do this again?”

 

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Chapter 7: Life’s A Journey

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After school, Desiree and Dodi spent more time rehearsing their history class presentation, which was due next Friday. They knew their execution of their assignment had to impress or their midterm grade would suffer.

Desiree finished her presentation lines and went off into a rant. “If I have to recite this thing one more time, I’m going to lose it.” She told Dodi. “I am so done.”

“Relax, you got this.” He eased. “Plus, we covered all the points the teacher wanted. This’ll be an easy A.”

She said nothing and took a seat across from him.

“And…” He took note of her blank stare and lack of response, “You’re here but you’re not here.”

“I’m out of sorts today.” She mumbled. “I just feel off.”

“Yeh, I can see that.” He said. “This doesn’t have anything to do with blondie yesterday, does it? Because you seemed pretty out-of-sorts then, too.”

“We had a fight.” She sighed. “Sort of, anyway.”

“Ah, one of those kinds of fights, gotcha.” He concluded.

“Oh it’s nothing like that!” She insisted animatedly. “We’re just friends but he’s so stubborn that he doesn’t even realise when a friend’s trying to be a friend and instead bottles up whatever it is he needs to get off his chest.” She blurted out in a hurried rush.

“So that means I can ask you out.”

She was taken off guard. “You’re asking me on a date?”

“Yeh. We get along just fine.” He pointed out. “You don’t have to worry about drama or hidden feelings. We’ll go do something fun. Sounds like you could use a break anyway.”

The thought sounded nice.

“Alright.” She was convinced.

“Good,” he smiled, “This weekend I got some family stuff but how about next Saturday?”

“Next Saturday I can’t,” she grimaced, “But Friday or Sunday work.”

“Track and field season starts next week and I got training Mondays through Fridays after school. Drills run late those days,” he further explained, “And Sundays my dad’s got me working on his boat out in Windenburg.”

“It’s just that I promised I’d go to Elliot’s band gig,” she reasoned, “And I can’t back out of it. I need to be there.”

“Blondie?” He queried. “That guy needs to wake up and realise what kind of friend you really are.”

“It’s not like that,” she set straight, “He’s caring, just guarded.”

“I think it’s great that you’re keeping your promise to your friend but I still want to take you out,” he persisted, “How about I come pick you up after the gig is over?”

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After a two hour bus ride, Desiree and Zabu arrived at Windenburg, a coastal city rich in heritage and known for its premium real estate – virtually unattainable – unless you were of the elite variety. The duo stepped off the bus and met their final destination: Bathe de Rill. It was time for some Saturday rest and relaxation.

The sea breeze was brisk and there was enough moisture in the air that if you inhaled you could taste the salt. It was something of a novelty to Desiree. She’d never been this close to the shoreline before.

“When you said ‘father-daughter time’ I envisioned us grabbing ice cream at Scoops,” she started, “I’m glad we’re doing this instead.”

Zabu agreed. “Me, too.”

“So…” He hesitated. “Did your mother ever tell you why it didn’t work out?”

“You mean why you left?” She casually rephrased.

He nodded. “Did she ever talk about it?”

“No, she didn’t.” She stalled. “I guess it was too painful to talk about.”

He remained quiet.

“Did you want to talk about it?” She asked.

He gazed out into the distance, clearly lost in deep thought.

“We we’re young.” He began. “But Odili, your mother, knew exactly what she wanted in life – and when she had you – she was over the moon. I’d never seen her happier.” He smiled in reminisce. “I still remember the day we found out we were pregnant. She ran into the kitchen and started a batch of celebration brownies.”

“Nine months later, and after eighteen hours of labour, you were born a stroke after midnight,” he continued, “She called you her little pumpkin.”

“Every night, she stood by your crib and sang a lullaby until you fell asleep.” He recalled. “We were happy.”

“But I was weak.” He admitted wistfully. “And I made some bad mistakes.”

“When your mother found out, she didn’t yell, she didn’t cry, she didn’t say a word.” He looked at his daughter. “No matter how I apologised, it was too late, the damage was done. I knew I had lost her. And I was to blame.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I packed my bags and hopped a flight to Newcrest. You were only a month old.”

“Occasionally your aunt would send me pictures of you growing up.” He continued. “When she sent me your sixteenth birthday announcement I realised how much time I’d missed. You were all grown up.”

“I know you don’t have any regrets but I do.” He confided. “There were so many times I wanted to go back, but I couldn’t, you and your mother deserved better.”

“I don’t want you to keep living in regret,” she told him, “What’s done is done. But…we could try again.”

His eyes teared up. “Thank you.”

“There wasn’t anything I could do when I lost my mum,” she explained, “But this time I have a choice. And I choose to get to know the father I never knew.”

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Desiree had spent the whole day under the sun and out on the water. She hadn’t expected this weekend trip with Zabu to be so refreshing.

As things wound down, she sat inside the guest lounge where she caught up on some emails, when a notification pinged. It was Elliot. She took a deep breath and accepted his Skype call. They hadn’t exchanged words since Wednesday three nights ago.

“Hey.” She answered.

“I know you’re on your trip with your dad and I’m the last person you want to see or talk to,” he said quickly, “But I wanted to make things right and tell you I’m sorry for being a major jerk.”

Almost immediately, it felt as if a burden had lifted off her shoulders, she hated that they’d been avoiding each other.

“Me, too,” she added, “I didn’t mean to corner you like that.”

“This is on me, not you.” He told her. “You were there for me, willing to listen, wanting to help. But I didn’t let you and I should have.”

“I’ll admit I never knew you were so stubborn,” she said, “But I’m here for you, whether you want to talk about your past or not.”

“I know you are.”

They exchanged acknowledged looks.

“So…uh…I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Don’t spend all your time on that rooftop. Get those riffs in while I’m gone,” she ordered in jest, “We’ll be back home tomorrow evening.”

“You can count on it.”

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The hostess escorted Desiree and Zabu to a quiet corner table for two. “A server will be right with you.” She said with a smile.

The two sat down.

“This place has the best seafood on the coast of Windenburg.” Zabu boasted.

Desiree looked around. “I’ve never eaten in a place this nice before.”

She opened the menu in front of her.

“Order whatever you want,” he insisted, “We’re splurging tonight.”

“These dishes are almost fifty dollars a plate.” She said in disbelief.

She looked up. “You know I’m fine with us eating fast food, right?”

“I’m fine with it, too, but let’s enjoy ourselves.” He urged. “We’ll get back on budget tomorrow.”

“Ready to order, sir?” The server asked.

“Yeh, I think we are.” He nodded.

“Why don’t you go first?” He turned to Desiree.

“I’ll take a Perrier and a garden salad.” She told the lady.

“I’ll take a bottle of your Pinot Noir.” He pointed on the menu. “And your specialty clam chowder.”

“Your orders will be right out.” The server smiled and walked away.

“Hey,” he started, “I thought we were splurging tonight?”

“I know, I’ll  makeup for it with dessert.” She reassured.

“Alright, alright.” He agreed, satisfied.

“So let’s talk about you, or at least, whatever you want to share.” He switched subject. “How’s school going? You and Tess seem to be good friends, and you and Dodi seem to make a good team…”

“School’s going well. Tess and I get along great. And yes, Dodi’s a nice guy.” She caught onto her dad’s curiosity.

“You know, I’ve known the Faz family for a long time and Dodi’s an impressive young man who has a lot going for him.” He said.

“Well, we’re not seeing each other,” she clarified, “But he did ask me out.”

Their food arrived and they acknowledged their server before carrying on with their conversation.

“Well I’m not surprised,” he smiled, “You’re smart, ambitious, and beautiful like your mother. He’d be an idiot not to.”

“Honestly, I’ve got some mixed feelings on the whole thing,” she confessed, “Tess doesn’t like him but I’m willing to get to know him before passing my own judgment.”

“But the thing is, maybe things are moving too fast? I just think all this might be too soon.”

“You’re seventeen-years old.” He interjected. “When you’re young, everything is too soon, but better too soon than too late.”

She thought a moment on his words.

“Just remember, life’s a journey and just because you go down one path, doesn’t mean you can’t detour onto another.”

“That is probably the best advice I’ve had since mum died.”

The two clanked glasses and took a sip. The rest of the evening was filled with more great conversation.

 

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“Can’t believe I just climbed that rickety old ladder with my eyes closed.” Desiree said.

She and Zabu had just returned home, and she hadn’t even had a chance to unpack yet, before Elliot whisked her away outback to the rooftop.

“Can I open them now?” She blindly followed Elliot’s lead.

“Just a little further.” He told her.

“It’s a good thing I trust you.” She smiled.

“Alright…” He leaned in. “Open your eyes.”

“What do you think?” Elliot exclaimed. “It’s got power, too.” He flipped the light switch on. “Wiring might be a little questionable, though…”

She was at a loss for words. “You did all this while I was gone?”

“Would you believe me if I said yes?”

“No…”

“Well thanks for the vote of confidence,” He said sarcastically, “But indeed I had lots of help,” he fessed up, “Sahil and Doyle work for a prefab company that builds tiny homes. After we Skyped, we got right to it and worked through the night.”

“It’s amazing.” She said overwhelmed. “And my easel’s here.”

“That was a breeze to get up here,” he explained, “But the wall shelves? Now that was a pain in the ass. The golden rule is; haul up first, assemble second. Doyle knows better now.”

They chuckled together.

“So…you did this all for me?” She asked.

“I figure we both could get a little use out of it,” he answered, “I always wanted a tree house and you need an art studio. It’s kind of perfect, don’t you think?”

“Are you kidding? It’s better than perfect.”

She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

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Chapter 6: In The Past

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The Hershaws were living the American dream of prosperity and happiness. Mr. Hershaw excelled in the world of business, Mrs. Hershaw made a name for herself as the neighbourhood’s party hostess, and their son Elliot, was an aspiring musician with a promising future. To outsiders, they had it all, but not all was as it seemed.

Wendy stepped back. “Please, Shane,” she quietly pleaded, “Don’t do this.”

“You kept this from me?” He confronted her. “You betray me?”

“I was going to tell you,” her voice broke, “I was.”

Elliot sat at the dining room table, working on a school assignment, unaware of the escalating situation between his parents.

“Shut your mouth.” He ordered sharply, gripping her neck.

“What did you think?” He hissed angrily. “That I wouldn’t find out?”

“No, of course not”. She trembled.

Elliot stopped and looked up at the commotion.

“Mum? You okay?” He made his way into the kitchen.

Shane released his grip.

“Honey, I’m fine.” She quickly nodded. “Why don’t you finish your homework upstairs?”

“Go upstairs, son.” Shane ordered.

This was not the first time Elliot’s father had lashed out, in fact, he pushed his weight around a lot. The grabbing and choking were no strangers to his mother – or Elliot – for that matter.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Elliot stood his ground.

His mother’s solemn eyes met his.

She spoke softly. “Please, Elliot,” she urged, “Go upstairs, I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay,” Elliot told her, “Why do you put up with his crap? You can leave this asshole.”

Shane shoved Wendy aside. “You watch your mouth, boy.” He barked.

“Stop this!” Wendy grabbed his arm and pulled back, but he shook her off and towered over the teen.

Shane stared down. “You a big man now?” He intimidated.

“You think you are?” Elliot challenged.

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“I don’t understand why we’re here.” Wendy said nervously. “The doctor said his fractured ribs would heal themselves and the E.R. said we could go home.”

“Mrs. Hershaw,” the Child Protective Services agent began, “The doctor who treated your son had some concerns about his injuries. It was documented that neither of you were clear in what happened. Are either of you able to recall what caused those injuries?”

The man turned to Elliot. “Will you tell me what happened?”

“What do you want me to say?” He said tonelessly.

“The truth, son.” The agent replied. “I’m here for you. I’m on your side.”

“It’s my fault,” Wendy intervened, “It’s all my fault.”

“Mum?” Elliot turned to her.

“Go ahead, Mrs. Hershaw.” The agent pressed.

She exhaled deeply, taking her time. “My husband is abusive,” she confided, “The day I found out I was pregnant with Elliot was the same day I got my first black eye.” Her eyes welled up with tears. “I tried to protect my son but I couldn’t.”

The man looked at Elliot. “Did your father do this to you?”

Elliot side glanced at his mother, who nodded, encouraging him to speak up. “Yeh.” He finally said.

“You’re a brave young  man,” the agent assured him, “You’re doing the right thing.”

He turned back to Wendy. “I am required by law to place Elliot in a safe environment until the court system determines a course of action.” He jotted something down on a notepad in front of him. “Here is my contact information if you need to reach me.” He tore off the paper and handed it to her. “Unfortunately, I will not be able to disclose your son’s location, it’s C.P.S. protocol for the ensured safety of the child.”

“Are you freakin’ serious?! You’re separating us and sending her back to that bastard?!”

“Elliot, honey.” Wendy calmed. “Everything is going to be fine. The important thing is that you’re safe.”

“How can you say everything’s going to be fine?” He waved his arms. “You can’t go back there. You know what he’ll do.”

“Can’t we be placed together?”

“I’m sorry, that’s not how Child Protective Services work,” the man explained, “We are here to represent the child, which in this case, is you.”

“So who protects my mum?” Elliot argued.

“Mrs. Hershaw,” the agent started, “If you would like, I can get you in touch with a women’s shelter, their location is also undisclosed to non-residents, so you’ll be safe there.”

“So my son and I won’t have any contact after this?” She asked somberly. “When will I get to see him?”

“Some cases are open and closed within a few weeks. Others take time.” The agent was forward.

“So we could be split up for months.” Elliot said.

“It’s a possibility,” the agent nodded, “But if everything checks out there’s a very good chance that you and your mother will be reunited in a reasonable time frame.”

“Fine. So what now?”

“Before we get you placed at the safe house, we need to photograph your injuries. It’s procedure in situations like this.” The agent clarified. “We already have a copy of your E.R admittance report but we also need photo evidence for court documents.”

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It was the longest day Elliot had ever had. After pulling together a few of his belongings, he was placed in a safe house a couple hours away from home, rooming with two other foster boys. Everything was still sinking in, the fact that his life would never be the same, and the good possibility of his father doing prison time. Exhausted, he plopped on his assigned bed and took a moment.

“Hey, man.” Sahil sat down beside him. “I know it’s rough but it gets better.”

“What part? The broken bones I have from my dad beating the crap out of me? Or living here because my mum could be an unfit parent too?”

“What part gets better?” Elliot asked.

“All of it.” Sahil consoled. “My sister and I were in the same place you are now. Mum’s boyfriend had a real nasty temper and took it out on us. Mum was too strung out to do anything.”

Elliot was at a loss for words.

“Just give it some time.” Sahil continued on. “This is a good place. Miss Debra is really nice, treats us like her own, couldn’t ask for a better foster mum.”

“And we’re brothers here.” Sahil added. “You’re not alone.”

Doyle sat on the edge of his bed eavesdropping, as he watched Moonlight Massacre 3 on a small portable television placed on the floor. “Sahil’s right about that,” he chimed in, “We’re family here.”

The third boy turned and joined the conversation.

“I came from a single parent home. My dad got busted for grand theft and a bunch of other stuff, too. I had nowhere to go, no family. This place is really the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Doyle shared.

“Nice Pied Piper you got there, by the way.” He checked out Elliot’s guitar rested at the foot of his bed. “You seasoned?”

“Yeh I guess.” Elliot shrugged. “Been playing for a long time.”

Doyle and Sahil exchanged intrigued glances.

“So we sort of have a band.” Doyle began. “Right now there’s only two of us but we could totally use a third man.”

Elliot thought a moment.

“I’m in.” He reluctantly agreed. “I think I can do that.”

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Elliot woke the next morning feeling better about things, even though, his whole world had been turned upside down. He was used to walking on eggshells around his father, and now, he was free. But there were still many unknowns about his future. Would his father be put away where he couldn’t hurt them anymore? Would he and his mother return back to the home where there had been so much pain? All things yet to be answered.

“Sounds like my brother and Doyle have a new recruit.” Soha smiled over lunch.

Sundays were ‘free time’ days at the foster home. It was the only day out of the week that Miss Debra didn’t require the kids to be studying or doing an activity outside. For Sahil and Doyle, this was ‘jam time’, and typically it went all day.

“Yeh,” Elliot returned the smile, “I guess we’re a real band now that there’s three of us.”

The boys laughed.

“Seriously, though, you got some mad skills bro.” Sahil admired. “I’ve never seen anyone riff on a guitar like that before – and my boy Doyle’s good!”

Elliot shook his head, picking up his sandwich. “I do alright.” He said modestly.

“You slayed it man.” Doyle pumped his fist. “We might actually be good with you on board.”

“I hope you’re not overwhelmed.” Miss Debra worried.

“I’m fine.” Elliot replied.

“I know coming here is never under good circumstances but I am always happy for new members to join our family.” She told him. “I was also a foster child and know that this transition is never easy – but – it does get better.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t give yourself time to just let it all out.” Sahil reminded. “The worst thing you can do is bottle it all up.”

“Sahil is right,” Miss Debra acknowledge, “If you ever feel like you need to vent or rant, none of us are judging, you get out what you need to.”

“And Sunday’s jam session is really good for getting stuff out of your system.” Doyle reckoned. “But it’s also good for expressing the awesome things that happen, too.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Soha slowed things down.

“Jamming is the answer to everything for these two,” Soha started, “And if you find that it’s yours too, fine.”

“But the transitioning journey is yours to shape.” She encouraged.

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Chapter 5: Crossroads

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Aspiring artist knows that Juilliart is the most refined university in music, dance, drama, and traditional art – and by track record – alumni are often destined for greatness, namely, fame and fortune. Though these were not Desiree’s end goal, a degree coming from a school known for excellence, was sure to open career doors she could only dream of. But first things first. She was only a senior in high school and she’d only recently learned about the pilot programme, which unfortunately, wasn’t accepting anymore students. Unless…that student had a recommendation from someone already in Juilliart.

It was the afternoon on a Wednesday. Desiree had got permission from the Hillside High counselor to skip her last two classes so she could present her portfolio to the head of the art department at Juilliart. Elliot had already written a recommendation for her, and now, it was up to her to showcase her talent.

She stood in front of her paintings that were displayed inside one of Juilliart’s guest art galleries. “I would just like to thank you for your time in looking at my portfolio,” Desiree said graciously, “It’s been a privilege being here.”

Twenty minutes had flown by. It was all the time she was allotted to present her portfolio and talk about each piece.

“Well done,” Ms. Macro applauded, “Your recommendation reflects your talent. I’d be happy to enroll you into our pilot programme.”

Desiree’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, really?” She was near speechless. “I don’t know what to say…”

“Say nothing,” Ms. Macro told her, “Just paint like your life depends on it.”

Desiree nodded. “I will.”

“The pilot programme is more than a means for aspiring artists to get their feet wet at Juilliart,” Ms. Macro pressed on, “It also allows Juilliart to narrow down exceptional talent from mere talent.”

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Elliot sat on a nearby park bench off campus awaiting for Desiree’s news. “So, how’d it go?” He asked.

“Well, it’s done.” She said, approaching him.

She sat down. “I got in!”

“But I wouldn’t have made it without you.” She added.

“Yeh you would have,” he corrected, “The recommendation just got you an audience but your paintings speak for themselves.”

“Okay, Mr. Modest,” she let it slide, “So what’s your plans for the rest of the day? You said Wednesday’s you only have a couple morning classes.”

“Yep…” He had this look on his face.

“What?” She eyed him.

He came right out. “Why don’t you come to a jam session with me?”

“Right now?”

“Yeh,” he shook his head, “Starts in about a half hour at my buddy’s place.”

“Does this mean I finally get to meet one of your friends?” She badgered.

“That’s right little lady.” He said in his best western cowboy impression, clicking his tongue. “About time ain’t it?”

She laughed. “You know,” she started, “I’m glad we’re friends.”

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The basement was soundproof – every lyric belted, riff struck, and chord hit – blared inside the fifteen by fifteen foot concrete room. Despite the shattering volume, Desiree found the jam session to be surprisingly thrilling.

Her eyes watched Elliot as his fingers raced up and down the fret board of the electric guitar. It was no wonder Juilliart hand picked him for a scholarship. His playing was genius.

Then, just as abruptly as they’d started, the singer shut it down with a deep menacing “Thank you…and a shout out to our house fan…Desiree…”.

“So what did you think?” Elliot waited.

She was blown away. “You guys are really good.”

“Would you believe this guy almost didn’t make it to Juilliart.” Sahil walked up and nudged Elliot. “Took his band mates to kick him in the arse to sign up for that pilot programme. And now look at him.” He revelled. “My best friend’s Juilliart’s most promising musician.”

“Don’t forget it was me who introduced him to Red Velvet!” Doyle added. “It was all history after that.”

She turned to Elliot. “And I thought you were this over zealous guitarist,” she razzed, “And who’s Red Velvet?”

“My guitar.” Elliot explained. “She’s been with me through thick and thin, pretty much since I was a kid.”

“Yeh, it was some time ago, that’s for sure.” Sahil reflected. “I remember that day you showed up after your dad –”

 

“We should get going,” Elliot changed subject, “I’m hungry. Want to grab something to eat?”

A stillness filled the air, and for the first time, she sensed the pain he hid so well.

“Uhh, sure, I could eat.” She agreed reluctantly.

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After finishing up their dirty sodas, a round of Foosball had begun, Desiree in the lead.

“Do you want to talk about what happened back at your buddy’s place?” She decided to bring up and break the ice.

“Not really in the mood.” He replied coolly.

“If you ever want to talk about it, we can.” She assured him. “My parents weren’t exactly the poster couple for successful relationships.”

“I’m good,” he shot her down, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” she paused a second, “Just know you can tell me anything.”

He stood up. “Why would I tell you about all my problems?” He said coldly.

“That’s what friends do.” She was stunned by his stoic expression. “We share our problems and we listen to each other.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “We haven’t even known each other a month and now you want to know about everything that’s gone wrong in my life.”

“Wow,” she fired back, “You have a real jerk side.”

He said nothing.

“Just take me home.” She told him.

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Few words were spoken on the ride home, most of which came from Elliot in his attempt to make amends, but his efforts were met with silent treatment. After a short five minute walk from the taxi drop-off, they arrived back home, Desiree quickly walking several paces ahead purposely leaving Elliot behind.

“Will you talk to me?” He called after her.

“No.” She dismissed him, turning the corner.

He sighed and hurried to catch up.

“Dad? Dodi?” She said surprised, stopping in her tracks. “W-what’s going on here?”

“Hey,” Dodi greeted, “Didn’t mean to drop in unannounced but I thought we could get some more work in on the presentation due next Friday.”

“Ohh,” she stammered, “Of course, yes.”

“I was surprised to hear you two were working together.” Zabu admitted. “It’s good to see whatever differences you had have been set aside.”

“Yeh…” She glanced at Elliot. “Some things change.”

Dodi and Elliot exchanged unimpressed looks.

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Chapter 4: Enemy or Ally

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It was finally Friday – the last day of school – it couldn’t come soon enough. Desiree made her way through the busy foyer and headed for the stairs. Her first period was history, a class she hadn’t been fond of in the past, but maybe it’d be different at Hillside.

“Hey, Des!” Tess called out, waving both arms, much like a spotter on a helipad. “Hello?”

Desiree walked passed her without a word.

“Okay…” Tess made a face. “You’re not still mad about D-bag, are you?”

“You weren’t honest with me,” Desiree said back.

Tess sighed. “It’s not like I lied!” She protested. “I just didn’t tell you the whole story. Yes I crashed his Jeep but he totally deserved it.”

Desiree turned back around and met Tess at the bottom of the stairs. “I need friends,” she admitted, “But I need friends I can trust. I don’t want to look like an idiot sticking up for somebody for something that isn’t true.”

Tess looked blankly at her. “I know and I’m sorry.”

Desiree could feel a sense of remorse in her words.

“I need friends, too, and I’m not great at keeping them.” Tess confided.

“Start over?” Desiree offered.

“Yeh,” Tess nodded, “Start over.”

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“What are the odds?” Dodi greeted as Desiree sat down. “Either we’re on a winning streak or this is just bad luck.”

She laughed uneasily. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Good,” he said, “Me neither.”

“Hellooo class!” A heavyset woman sang. “Today we’re talking about the Isla Paradiso natives. A hundred years ago, they were the primary inhabitants of the island, with few outsiders venturing their beaches. Today, Isla Paradiso is little known for its old heritage, and mostly known for its thriving tourism.”

“Tess isn’t going to burn down my house because we’re assigned to the same table, is she?” He teased.

She made a face. “It’s hard to say…I wouldn’t put it past her but we’ve talked.”

“Oh, good,” he said unconvinced, “I feel safer already.”

A shadow came over Desiree’s shoulder.

“You two are talkative back here,” the teacher approached, “Are either of you familiar with the Isla Paradiso and Bridgeport Commerce Treaty?”

“Yeh,” Dodi spoke up, “Isla Paradiso is where the vast majority of kona trees grow, which produce coffee beans, something that sparked the interest of mainland traders. And thus. The Commerce Treaty.”

“You know your Isla Paradiso history,” the teacher made her way back in front of the class, “But don’t think you’re off the hook.”

“The Commerce Treaty is responsible for the Isla Paradiso boom, making expats more than a third of the population.” The teacher explained. “It’s also what made Bridgeport the import export capital it is now.”

“In groups of two or three, you will prepare a class presentation on the Isla Paradiso and Bridgeport Commerce Treaty, highlighting its pros and cons of both regions.” She instructed. “Keep in mind, this assignment will be a big part of your midterm grade.”

They turned to each other.

“Work together?” He asked.

She shrugged. “Why not?”

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“Please tell me you’re messing with me.” Tess said in disbelief. “You’re messing with me, right?”
The girls stood out front of the high school.

“I’m not messing with you,” Desiree told her, “We’re just working on an assignment together, that’s it.”

“Oh, is that it?” Tess snorted. “Well isn’t this just grand.”

They headed off school grounds for lunch.

“Just promise me you won’t spend any more time than you have to with that guy.” Tess complained.

Desiree nod her head. “I promise.”

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It was just after three-thirty, school ended half an hour earlier, and the girls were getting in some down time.

“Nice.” Tess exclaimed. “It’s seriously been years since I’ve used an ice cream maker, like, I’m pretty sure I was about five.”

Desiree laughed. “I know, me, too.” She pushed a couple buttons. “My dad got this after I gave him plum about not having any food in this place.”

“Blackmail,” Tess added, “I like it.”

Desiree looked up and gave her a playful but disapproving smile. “You would.” She replied.

Tess gave a nonchalant shrug.

“Thing is, I haven’t used it yet…” Desiree paused momentarily. “And I’m not sure why it’s not working.”

“Don’t look at me,” Tess blurted, “I’m seriously the least mechanically inclined person you’ll ever know.”

“No offense, Tess,” Desiree began, “But you’re probably the last person I’d trust with anything that has a motor.”

“Har, har.” Tess forced.

“Knock. knock.” Elliot said, briefly tapping on the kitchen’s backdoor before walking in.

“You don’t know how to work one of these, do you?” Desiree asked him, hopeful.

“I know how to work a popcorn machine,” he told her, “If it’s as easy as pushing a button – I’ll look at it.”

Desiree walked back behind the bar and sat next to Tess.

Elliot methodically messed with a couple buttons.

“I pushed every button on there and nothing’s happening.” Desiree informed.

A green light popped on. “There she goes.” He announced.

Desiree grumbled something to herself as she got up to work the appliance.

“So I wanted to ask you something,” He said, taking her seat, “Next week some friends and I got a gig downtown, and I thought you might want to check it out. Interested?”

“Wait a second…” Tess observed. “You’re the Juilliart neighbour, right?”

“So you’ve heard of me?” He said amused. “I’m Elliot.”

“Duuude! High-five!” Tess cheered. “Thanks for hooking my girl up!”

They high-fived.

“She’s not in yet,” he cautioned, “But the odds are good.” He turned his attention back to Desiree.

“So…” He started. “You in? Gig’s next Saturday at Burton’s Pub.”

“We are so there!” Tess burst with excitement.

Desiree laughed. “Cool if Tess comes?”

“Sure,” he agreed, “So you in?”

“Count me in.” She bobbed her head.

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“Hold up, hold up!” Tess tossed her head. “Did you just say that Elliot took you stargazing last night?”

“Yeh, why?” Desiree said. “Well, technically we were watching for a meteor shower, but yeh.”

The girls had spent several hours studying and had called it quits once dark came around.

Tess eyed her. “Oh nothing.”

“He’s a friend, that’s all.” Desiree confirmed. “We don’t see each other that way, like, at all.”

“Oh sure…” Tess went along.

 

“I mean,” Tess rambled on, “The guy’s doing you a huge solid by giving you a rec for the pilot programme and he spontaneously took you rooftop to stargaze…”

“Yeh this is total friend zone territory.” She said with a tone of sarcasm.

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Chapter 3: A Beautiful Night

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“It’s very…” Tess searched for the right word, “Cute. Yes, it’s very cute looking.”

Desiree him-hawed over the dress.

The two girls had been browsing around at JF&S Clothiers for several hours. This was their first time outside of school hanging out and Desiree’s first ‘girl time’ since moving to Newcrest. It was both therapeutic and stressful, perhaps a bit more stressful for Tess, who clearly wasn’t much interested in high-end clothing stores.

“It’s summer-y maybe?” Tess halfheartedly persuaded.

Desiree raised a brow. “It is, isn’t it?” She contemplated.

“Well and what’s two-hundred bucks?” Tess continued. “If you buy it, you won’t have to worry about Elliot’s recommendation, ’cause you won’t be able to afford art supplies for the pilot programme anyway.”

“Point taken,” Desiree growled, “Sheesh.”

“Thank god,” Tess said with a sigh of relief, “Now let’s get the hell out of here before ribbons and lace start coming out of my–”

“Uhhh got it.” Desiree stopped her mid sentence. “I’ll just find something in my closet for tonight’s dinner.”

Tess thought a moment. “Have you ever been to Vixxxen?”

Desiree shook her head. “No, what’s that?”

“You, my friend, are about to get your mind blown.” Tess exclaimed. “It’s this rad hole-in-the-wall that has killer clothes on the cheapo. Only the bold and the beautiful shop there. It’s where I get my stuff.” She added proudly.

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Desiree glided her paintbrush across the canvas. “Ugh, what is this?” She groaned frustrated.

A gentle knock came to her bedroom backdoor.

“Yeh, come in.” She called out, attention still on her strokes.

“Wow look at this,” Elliot said coming in, “Catching the master at work.”

“Hardly,” Her eyes remained focused on her piece, “I’m having the worst case of painter’s block.”

“Maybe a little music might get you in the jive of things?” He suggested.

“I have to have total silence when I’m painting.” She explained.

“Bummer.” He said. “I was going to run through some guitar riffs.”

“Don’t even.” She warned.

“You look nice, by the way.” He complimented and sat on the bed.

“So you headed out?”

“Yeh, my dad closed on a big real estate deal and we’re having dinner with his clients.” She told him. “He’s been really excited about it, and I know I should be excited for him, but my head’s just not there. I have this portfolio that has to be done so I can get your recommendation. I’m just so overwhelmed right now.”

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Elliot sympathised, “You got time to knock this thing out. Go celebrate with your dad tonight and refocus tomorrow.”

“Knock, knock,” came Zabu’s voice from the other side of the bedroom door, “You about ready?”

“Uh, yeh, come on in.” She invited.

“Oh hey, Elliot,” Zabu greeted as he walked in.

“Hey, Mr. Kaan.” Elliot stood up and gave a friendly nod.

“I was just finishing up some school stuff,” Desiree explained, “But I’m ready to go when you are.”

Elliot took cue. “Well I’d better get going.”

“See you later?” She asked.

“Sure,” He agreed, “I’ll be around.”

Zabu headed for the door. “I’ll wait for you out front.” He gave them a moment.

“Better get those riffs in while I’m gone.” She teased.

“Oh I will,” He replied, “You can count on it.”

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Cafe Gourmand was a trending eatery that was conveniently located right in the heart of the Magnolia Promenade district. Desiree and her father made their way inside, and were ushered to a table out on the patio underneath the evening moon’s ambiance. A pretty faced woman stood and gave Zabu a cheek-to-cheek kiss before gesturing for them to sit. Desiree took a seat between her father and a familiar face.

“Oh, my, lord, Zabu.” Farah shook her head. “Your daughter is gorgeous.”

“Fortunately, she takes after her mother.” He told her.

She chewed delicately. “Well she’s just stunning.”

“Well I couldn’t be prouder.” He said as a matter of fact.

The two carried on in side conversation.

“Now…what are the odds that we’d end up having dinner together?” Dodi said amused.

“Well apparently not impossible.” Desiree replied.

The teens awkwardly engaged in small talk while their parents discussed business.

“So tell me why you have a problem with Tess?” She came right out. “Might as well bring it up since we’re both just B.S.-ing to pass time.”

“Hate to break it to you but she’s trouble,” he said, “I’d stay away from her.”

She eyed him. “She said the exact same thing about you.”

“So what’s the problem?” She demanded.

“Look that chick is crazy, okay.” He defended himself.

She stared at him. “Because she stole your girlfriend?”

“Wait, what?” He wore a confused look. “That’s what she told you?”

“Is she wrong?” She waited impatiently.

“Yeh,” He confirmed, “She’s mad because I got her thrown into juvy for six months. She took my Jeep for a joyride and rolled it off a cliff to get even with me.”

“That’s not true…”

He leaned back. “Hey, I may not be a saint, but I’m not a liar.”

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Desiree stood in front of her easel and pulled out a blank canvas. She hadn’t anything specific in mind, she just let her hand flick and twirl across the it freely, allowing what will be – be.

“Not too shabby.” She grinned, quite pleased.

It quickly became clear where the painting was going. She busily layered colour over colour, bringing the picture to life.

An hour later the painting was mostly finished, when Zabu come to speak with her.

“I wanted to thank you for coming to the dinner tonight,” he was grateful, “Farah Faz is a high profile client, and this was kind of a big deal for me, so thank you for your support.”

“You’re welcome,” She smiled, “Other than having to get along with her son, who I’m not exactly on friendly terms with, I had a nice time.”

He nodded understandingly. “Well you didn’t have to come but you did.” His mouth formed into a yawn. “I’d better get myself to bed. Long day again tomorrow. I’ll see you in the morning, alright?”

He headed for the door. “Night.”

“Good night.”

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Tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap…

Desiree stirred and rolled over.

TAP, TAP.

The noise got louder and more persistent.

Her eyes opened and she slowly sat up in the darkness.

“Elliot?” She climbed out of bed.

“I want to show you something.” His voice was muffled from the other side.

She came out.

“Think you can climb that wall?” He motioned towards the decorative white brick behind her.

She turned back to him. “Why would I want to climb that?”

“I want you to trust me.”

They jumped down from the white brick onto soft grass.

“It’s right here.” He showed her the ladder welded against the wall.

She felt nervous. “I better not die doing this.”

“You’re not going to die.” He laughed. “Come on, you won’t regret it.” And he led the way up.

 

On the rooftop she could see out for miles.

“Here we are.” He sighed heavily.

She was struck with awe. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful.”

He sat down.

“Portable two-seater.” She gave a thumbs up. “Cool.” And sat beside him.

“Thing’s been up here for years.” He said.

“So is this place a heavily guarded secret?” She asked playfully.

“Nope,” he looked at her, “Not anymore.”

She turned away and stared out into the night’s glow. A cool breeze whipped through the air and crickets chirped in the nearby trees.

“So…” He cleared his throat. “The best part hasn’t even happened yet.” His eyes went to the stars.

“What could be better than the stars?” She wondered aloud.

He smirked. “You’ll see.”

She looked up and waited.

Then it happened.

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Chapter 1: An Empty Room

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Life felt like nothing more than a motionless blur. There was no pain, there was no anger, just a sense of numbness. Desiree sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor surrounded by unpacked boxes, reminiscing the past, the laughter of her friends and the warm smile of her mother. Everything she loved had been left behind, and now, she was alone in an unfamiliar place with a father she never knew.

She glanced at her phone realising the time. “Well, these boxes won’t unpack themselves.”

The room echoed as she shifted boxes around and began to unpack. This was going to be an all day job.

Seven o’clock rolled around. Desiree opened the fridge looking for something to snack on. Its shelves were spotless, not a spill in sight, but barren of anything edible. Its side door held cheap beer and a jar of unopened strawberry jelly, which made sense, there was no bread. Unsatisfied, she began pulling open cupboards until she found a bag of potato chips, which she emptied into a bowl and took a seat at the kitchen bar. This was the first time she’d had a chance to sit down and eat something since she’d arrived early in the morning.

The front door unlocked.

“How’s the unpacking going?” Zabu asked, as he made his way into the kitchen.

“Alright, I guess.” She replied dryly.

A brief silence followed.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry I couldn’t be here. Saturdays are always busy for Homestead Realty.”

She crunched on a chip. “No biggie. I spent most of the day unpacking, anyway.”

The room got quiet again.

“I know I wasn’t around while you were growing up,” he began, “And I know we’re like strangers right now, but I hope with time, that will change.”

She sighed as she purposely chewed and listened.

“I know I can’t reverse time, and there were many times I wanted to see you, but…” He paused. “Well, things were complicated between your mum and I.”

“Look.” She stopped him. “I don’t have any regrets, not with how things turned out.”

His face strained.

“You were fine without us and we were fine without you.” She told him. “And just because mum’s gone doesn’t change that. I’m only here because I’m not eighteen yet and you’re my next of kin. But once I’m old enough to get my own place, I’ll be out of your hair, and things can go back to the way they were.”

“I don’t want you out of my hair.” He repeated, shaking his head. “I would like to get to know you. I would like us to get to know each other. I hope there’s still time for that.” He paused. “You will always be welcome here, no matter what you choose, it’s your decision. If you want to leave once you’re eighteen, I’ll support that. But that room will always be yours to return to. Always.”

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Night came. Desiree sat at her computer, filling in her eDiary on the day’s exceptionally boring start to finish. She tiredly rubbed her eyes as she backspaced a typo she had caught. “But tomorrow it is a new day,” she corrected, “Not its.” It was eleven-thirty and the idea of sleep became increasingly appealing. And that’s when she heard it. A low hum sent vibrations through the walls.

“Seriously?” She grumbled, looking around, trying to determine where the obnoxious sound was coming from. “Great first night this is turning out to be.”

Eventually her attention went outside to the townhouse next door, about six feet away, conjoined by an enclosed courtyard.”You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Knock, knock.

Desiree stood in the alley of the paved courtyard, patiently awaiting for an answer.

The glass door opened and a tall young man came out. “Hey.” He greeted.

“Hey yourself,” she retorted, “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m in the room next to you.”

“Hadn’t noticed.” He replied.

She furrowed her brow. “Well, now you do. And I’d appreciate it if you’d stop making all that noise.”

He made a face. “You’re looking at the next Jimmy Page here.”

“Jimmy who?” She repeated unimpressed.

“Please tell me you’ve heard of Led Zeppelin?”

She forced a smile. “Listen,” she started, “There’s no way in hell I’m listening to that crap all night.”

“Fine,” He conceded, “But if we’re going to be neighbours you should probably work on your people skills.”

Desiree scoffed. “Oh, right,” she broke into a laugh, “Because playing your guitar in the middle of the night at an ungodly hour is considered common courtesy. You are ridiculous. Really.”

“Look, for what it’s worth I didn’t know anybody was in there, it’s always been an empty room.”

“Well it’s not an empty room anymore.”

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Desiree awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon. She hadn’t had much sleep but her stomach was growling for some real food. She climbed out of bed and made her way into the kitchen where she met Zabu beating a bowl of eggs.

“Good morning.” He chimed.

She gave an acknowledged nod. “Where’d the bacon and eggs come from?” And took a seat.

“Well. It dawned on me that those potato chips you had last night were breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” He looked up at her. “I’m sorry about that. Living alone, I’ve never kept the fridge stocked, I’ve always just grabbed something on the way home.”

“It’s fine.” She reassured.

He gave a sincere smile. “I’m going to do my part to make this work.” He gave the eggs one last stir. “Anyway, our next door neighbour was kind enough to provide breakfast for us.”

“That’s nice.” She said. “I’ll go over there after I eat and say thank you.”

“You know her son goes to Juilliart. Your aunt said that was one of the schools you were looking at after graduation.”

“That rock star wannabe goes to Juilliart?” She grumbled. “Unbelievable.”

“He kept you up last night, didn’t he?” Zabu asked. “I don’t hear it upstairs but I’ll say something.”

She smirked. “Already took care of it.”

“Oh,” he replied, “Well good.” He poured the eggs into a pan and added a dash of salt before plating. “Glad you two got acquainted.”

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The neighbour lady poured a cup of kernels into the popcorn machine. Desiree took a moment to gain composure before tapping on the glass door.

“Here we go.” She whispered to herself.

The woman spun around with a big smile on her face and pulled open the kitchen backdoor. “Hi, you must be Desiree! I’m Wendy.” They shook hands. “Your father told me you arrived yesterday. How’s the move-in?”

“Work-in-progress.” Desiree said.

Wendy nodded her head. “I understand. These things take time.” She returned to the popcorn machine. “Why don’t you take a seat? I’m in a strange mood for popcorn this morning. Isn’t that odd?”

“Oh, I really can’t stay, I just wanted to come over and say thank you for breakfast.”

“Maybe next time.” Wendy smiled. “I’m sure you’ve got a lot planned today.”

“Yeh…I got to get my morning run in and then get some more unpacking done.” Desiree explained.

“Well maybe if you’re over later today I can introduce you to my son.” Wendy said.

“Speak of the devil!” She beamed. “Elliot there’s someone I want you to meet.”

“This is Desiree, Zabu’s daughter.” Wendy introduced.

Desiree spoke first. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Elliot returned.A moment seemed to pass without a word.

“Anyway, I should really get going.” Desiree began, “Thank you again for breakfast.”

“Hey, why don’t you two go for a run together?” Wendy suggested. “Desiree’s a morning runner, too. You could show her around the area, Elliot.”

“Yeh, sure.” Elliot offered.

“Yeh go, go.” Wendy encouraged. “It’s such a beautiful day out.”

It was an ambush Desiree couldn’t avoid. “Sounds like fun.” She smiled.

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