I had been really excited when I learned that I had gotten the job in Los Angeles. But unpacking is just as fun as working at a library, so I kinda wish I were back in Boston right now in my very tiny but somehow very comfortable dorm.

Just two months ago, I was still a college student. One of my professors had gotten the word out that I was graduating top of my class with a music degree, so I started getting a few calls from some small New York and Boston record companies wanting me to intern for them. I was over the freaking moon with their offers. I would of said yes to the first one if my professor hadn't advised me to wait. It's a good thing he did too because a week later, just when I was about to take an intern position in Manhattan, I got a call from Interscope Records. They offered me an entry job as an assistant producer at their recording studio in Los Angeles. To be honest, I was a little surprised that they were willing to give me an actual job, since I hadn't even graduated college yet. But they said they had gotten their hands on some of my recordings from school and that had been enough for them, so I just went with it.

This is my second week in Los Angeles. My job sucks so far. My boss, Steve, isn't that bad but I'm pretty much his bitch. It's okay though; I don't plan on being an assistant forever. I'm going to make my way up the ladder. I'm not going to be fetching coffees and making copies all my life. I belong at the top, making the big bucks. I need to be making artist, not iced coffees.

"Hey!" A voice rings through the flat after the front door slams shut.

That would be my best friend Adam. I really hate when he shuts the door like that or when he leaves the toilet seat up or when he doesn't wash his dirty dishes or leaves his wet towels on the bathroom floor. He really reinforces the fact that I like girls. Sometimes I even forget he's gay. He's so messy and unorganized that he might as well be one of those gross frat guys. But this is his place, so I just keep my perfect lips sealed.

He peeks his head into my bedroom. "I can't believe you're still unpacking! It's been two weeks!"

"I've been busy. Steve has been giving me so many crap songs to edit lately. I feel like I'm still in school."

I met Adam and his boyfriend, Jax, back in college. They graduated a year before me and moved to Los Angeles, Adam to be an architect and Jax to be a chef. They're both great at what they do, so they have more than enough to afford this great apartment with an extra room that they were nice enough to let me stay in while I find a place of my own.

"It'll pay off, you'll see. But for now, I want you to join me and Jax this weekend."

"Where are you guys going?"

"We're driving to Salton City with some friends. It'll be fun."

"I don't know," I say. I've never been much of a people person. Plus, I heard Salton is extremely hot. LA heat is bearable, but I think I'll melt in Salton. I hate the heat.

"Come on Santana! You need to make more friends."

I wince my right eye as to show I'm not really convinced. "Isn't it really hot over there?"

"Well yeah…but we're going down to a lake. You can go swimming and we're taking the Jet Ski," he says, attempting to make the offer sound more appealing.

I don't say anything for a while and continue pulling out things from my suitcase.

"So you'll come?" Adam asks.

"Jax won't mind?"

"Of course not. It was actually he who wanted to invite you."

I sigh. Jax is kind of obsessed with me. I don't blame him but it can get irritating at times. He's been with Adam since they were in high school and they're practically still attached at the hip. It's sickening sometimes.

I hang the last of my designer jackets in my closet and turn to him. "In that case, count me in."

"Awesome! Don't forget to get a bikini wax this time."

I furrow my brows and drop my jaw before yelling, "Get out!"

Two days later we make the three-hour drive to Salton City. As soon as I step out of the cool car interior and into the scolding city, my skin begins to get sticky. It might sound like I'm exaggerating but it really is hot. I grab my bag and quickly make my way into the crap-looking motel.

"So apparently we're staying at the Love Shack," I tell Adam as he and Jax walk up to me.

He smiles. "It's the only motel around here."

"But we can make it into a love shack if that's what you want, baby." Jax slaps my ass playfully and smirks.

"Hands off," I say.

After we get settled into our room, I slide my laptop out from my bag and begin editing some songs while Adam showers and Jax fixes his hair to perfection. Steve assigned me five songs to edit over the weekend. The bastard isn't even going to do anything with them. He just makes me edit them so I can get some practice and then looks them over and critics my damn faults.

Adam steps out from the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, displaying his perfectly waxed and muscular chest. He's staring and scrolling through his phone. "Hey," he says as he walks over to me. "You should change clothes before we go out to eat. The girls and boys are already here and are going to meet us at the diner." He holds his phone up to my face to show me the text.

"Okay," I tell him, not really caring to look at the message. I close my laptop and pull some fresh clothes from my duffle bag. "Do I have time to take a quick shower?"

Adam shakes his head. "They're already waiting for us."

I grunt and proceed to slip out of my sweaty clothes.

We walk down the street to a diner that looks just as crappy as our motel. As we're about to walk in I think about how I wouldn't be surprised if I found a roach in my food but as soon as we step in I fall in love with the place. It feels 50 degrees cooler in here and that's all I need to be happy right now. And even though the place is a whole on the wall, it's pretty neat and clean inside.

A group of people waves us over from a large booth by the window. There are three of them, one girl and two guys.

"Hey guys!" Adam and Jax greet them with smiles.

Adam places a hand on my back and gently pushes me forward just enough for everyone to turn their attention towards me. "This is our friend Santana. She just moved to Los Angeles."

"Hi," I give them a tight sealed smile and a small wave.

They all introduce themselves and seem fairly nice. They do a great job at making me feel part of the group.

When the waitress comes to take our orders the girl sitting next to me speaks up.

"Hey guys, is it okay if we wait five more minutes? My friend is just around the corner. She'll be here any minute now."

We all agree to wait. Apparently, her friend is also new to the group and is running late because she got lost driving on the highways.

Ten minutes pass and even though no one says anything I can see it on their faces that they're starting to get restless. Just then, someone bursts through the entrance.

The girl looks like freaking Sailor Moon. Her hair is styled in two ridiculous pigtails and she's wearing short jean shorts with red cowboy boots. She spots us and begins making her way over to the booth.

I turn to Adam, ready to make a comment about her outfit, but as she comes to a halt in front of us my heart shrinks. I stare up at her and she stares right back at me, her smile fading. It suddenly feels as if I'm out in the heat again and my body begins to sweat all over. I swallow audibly and continue to stare at her.

"Hey Brittany!" chirps the girl next to me. "Everyone, this is Brittany, Brittany this is everyone."

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