Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight, but I would happily take Jason Dohring :p

Chapter 1- It's My Life.

My mom was barely 16 when she had me; her and my dad had been dating for less than a year. She was so in love with him, but they never got married. She tells me it just wasn't meant to be, she says as time went on she realized that their better as friends than lovers.

I was born in June, my mom always tells me I have great timing, she didn't have to miss any school because of me. She went on to college; she's now a lawyer for a big law firm in Baton Rouge.

My dad lives out in Los Angela's. He works for a company that deals with stock and things like that. Pretty much boring shit if you ask me. The company's a little strange though, I've never actually been to see him at work, but the things I hear about it creep me out.

When I go out to California, I rarely get to spend time with him. Most of my time over there is spent with my step-mom. His work hours are very strange. Seriously, he doesn't go into work until after dark, and then doesn't get home until near dawn. He said it's because his boss is a night person. I think it's because his boss is a nut.

I've always lived with my mom, now I live about a mile away from her. I go to LSU and have an apartment about a block away from campus. I'm studying for Musical Theatre, after college I plan to move to New York in hopes to get on Broadway.

I'm 23, but I look like I'm only 18. My mom tells me it's a good thing to look young, that I'll love it when I'm 40. It pisses me off, do you know how annoying it is when you go into a class and the professor tells you that his freshman class just ended?

My full name is Antoinette Odette. But I hate my full name so I've always been called Toni, it's weird but I like it. The only person who calls me Antoinette is my mom, and that's only when I really piss her off. I come from a very French family. When mom is pissed at me, she normally yells at me in French, all my friends think it's funny, because they can't understand what she's saying. But I do. I don't tend to find it funny.

When I got off the plane, I wasn't shocked to see Evita and Anita waiting for me. I had taken a red eye flight to California. I guess my dad was at work. Evita was my step-mom and Anita was my 14 year old half-sister. I got along with them extremely well.

Evita pulled me into a hug. "We missed you so much!"

I smiled at her then hugged Anita. "Anita, you need to stop growing, you're making me feel old."

Anita stuck her tongue out at me. Evita smiled. "You look exhausted."

I smiled. Sometime during the flight I had pulled my waist length brown hair into a loose ponytail. I knew I looked like hell. My green eyes were probably dull looking from lack of sleep and lack of caffeine. I had no make-up on, but there was nothing new about that. Normally the only time I wear make-up is when I'm on stage. I hate how heavy it makes your face feel.

"Aw, thanks Evita, you know just what to say to make a girl feel special."

She laughed. "Your dad told me to tell you he's sorry he couldn't be here. But you know his hours at work."

I nodded. "I didn't expect him to be here."

She gave me a weak smile. "Come on love; let's go get your bags."

Anita grabbed my arm as we walked. She always clung to me like she was afraid I would disappear or something. I didn't mind, I always miss her like crazy when I go back home.

It took us nearly an hour to get out of the airport, that's one thing I don't like about La, it's far too busy. Yea, Baton Rouge is pretty crazy, but nothing compared to this. The traffic is a bitch, no matter what time it is. Back home, the only time the traffic is real bad is when people are going to work, or leaving work. Other than that, it's not too bad.

It took another hour to get to my dad's house. I had always loved his house. In a subdivision full of clone houses, his was the only one that was really built different. I never understood why, but I loved it.

I carried my bags into my room on the second floor. Even though it was my room, it had never really felt like mine. My room back home was full of posters, pictures, and random paintings that I liked. I never really got a chance to decorate this one. Also, I felt like I shouldn't since I only stay here a few weeks out of the year. My dad tells me he wants me to make it mine. But I just can't.

My phone started ringing; I dug it out of my purse and answered it.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other end was mocking." Funny, you sound just like my daughter who I told to call me when she gets off her plane...but you couldn't be her, because she has to be off doing something so important that it means she couldn't call her mother who has been sitting up waiting for her wonderful daughter to call..."

"Sorry mom."

"No wait I'm not done. You see my daughter is such a wonderful daughter, she would never leave me scared about her plane crashing to the ground, or about her getting mugged at the airport, or about maybe Evita didn't show up to get her or something..."

I laughed. "My plane didn't crash, I didn't get mugged, and Evita showed up. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I know, I just got off the phone with her."

"Then why are you calling me?"

"To make you feel guilty about not calling...is it working?"

"No, not really."

"Damnitt!"

"You're 12 you know that?"

"No sweetie, I'm not, because if I was I would had to have been damn young when I had you."

I heard someone knocking on my door, I knew it was Anita.

"Why don't you go to bed, you have to be at work in..." I looked at the clock. "4 hours."

"Fine, I will, but if you don't call me tomorrow, I will rent your room out to the bum that lives behind the dumpster at work."

"Goodnight mom."

"Love you darling."

"You too."

We hung up and I laughed. I swear, sometimes I think that woman's younger than me.

"You can come in Anita."

She walked in and smiled at me. "Mom just got off the phone with dad, he said if you wanted to come up and see him at work you can...are you up for it?"

I thought about it for a second. I was completely exhausted, but I had never seen where dad worked, and I was curious.

"Hell yea."

She smiled. "Yea, that's what I thought, but mom can't go so she'll have to give you directions."

-30 minutes later-

I pulled up in front of the tall building. It was lit up like you would expect a place to be during the day. Anita walked through the doors like she lived there. I followed her in. The elevator seemed to take forever to get to the top floor. The doors opened and we stepped out. The place was unusually quiet. All the office doors were shut; I guess everyone was working in their office.

"Anita! You must be here to see your dad."

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hadn't seen the girl sitting behind the desk, she must be a secretary.

She met the normal secretary standards. Beautiful and perky. Her red hair fell around a beautiful face with cream skin. Her blue eyes were sparkling.

Seriously, didn't these people know it was 4 in the morning?

Anita walked over and hugged the woman.

" Bethany, this is my sister Toni, Toni this is Bethany."

The girl extended her hand to shake mine. I smiled and took it. She smiled back at me.

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Baker constantly talks about you."

"Well, I hope they were good things."

She nodded. "All we hear is about how smart, beautiful, and talented you are."

"Wow, I didn't realize my dad was such a good liar."

She laughed. "Oh come on, don't say things like that." She smiled again then turned to Anita. "Your dad's in the office with Mr. Konstantin right now, if you want to give me a second I can buzz in and see if they're done."

Anita nodded. I turned and gave her a questioning look. She smiled. "Mr. Konstantin is daddy's boss."

Bethany picked up the phone and said a few things, then turned back to us.

"They're going to be a while. But Mr. Konstantin said it would be okay if you wanted to come in to see your dad quickly."

I nodded; Anita grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards a hallway. When we got to the end she knocked on a door.

My dad opened it.

"Toni!" He pulled me into a bone crushing hug that dads are so good about giving.

We parted and he kissed me on the cheek, he leaned over and gave Anita a kiss to.

"Toni, this is Josef Konstantin, he's my boss."

I turned and saw a man leaning against a big desk. He couldn't have been more than 27. I knew my shock showed on my face.

He smirked. "Something wrong?"

"No...I was just not expecting..."

"Let me guess, you were expecting some 50 year old man with a beer belly and a hair piece?"

I smiled. "Yea, something like that."

He nodded. "I get that a lot."

My dad started asking me all kinds of questions about how my life was, how mom was, and if I had any new men in my life. You know the normal dad questions.

We spent nearly an hour talking in the office.

"I hate to break up this little reunion, but Brian we have some work to do."

My dad nodded towards Mr. Konstantin then turned back to me. "I'll see you when I get off okay?"

I smiled and hugged him.

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Konstantin."

He smiled; I turned to follow Anita out the room.

"You too Antoinette."

I stopped at the door and turned back to give him a look. He was smirking at me.

"Please, call me Toni."

"Well then call me Josef."

My dad just stood there quietly, looking back and forth between us.

"Bye Toni."

"Bye Josef."

I felt Anita pulling on my hand, I followed her out.

Josef Konstantin is an extremely interesting person