The O.C. - In the 80's.
November, 1984 - Newport, California
Julie Moore sighed. Another day at the job she hated. She grabbed her pad and a pen, and put on a fake smile. It was a Saturday night, yet she was stuck in her second job just to make ends meet. She hated working at the Lighthouse. Serving a bunch of rich people made her sick.
"Hi, I'm Julie; can I start you off with some drinks?" She asked the couple, both were obviously rich. The man was dressed in a suit, and the woman was dressed in an elegant white gown. She guessed they were in they were 15 or 16, around her age. But Julie always looked older then she really was.
"I'll take a coke." He nodded, "Kirsten?"
"Do you have any bottled water?"
"Of course," Julie made another fake smile, "I'll be right up with your drinks." She walked away, another day, another customer. She grabbed two glasses, and poured coke into the other one. She took the other one into the women's bathroom. She chuckled as she dumped the glass into the toilet. "Bottled fresh, just for you sweetheart."
"Here you go," she placed the drinks on the table, "so what's the special occasion?"
"Cotillion," he answered, "it's her Debutantes Ball."
"Jimmy, what were you thinking of getting?" Kirsten asked, "The salad sounds good."
Typical, Julie thought. "I can take your order if you'd like."
"I'll get the filet, medium-rare." Jimmy closed his menu and passed it to Julie.
"I'll get the house salad, dressing on the side." Kirsten also passed her menu to Julie.
"Your meals will be ready shortly." Julie finished writing on her pad, and smiled. She hated smiling. She walked into the kitchen and ripped the paper of the pad and placed it on the counter.
"I like it here," Kirsten gazed around the restaurant, "it's nice." She tapped her fingers against the wooden table.
"Is something wrong?" Jimmy asked, grabbing her hand. "I'm sorry about the whole proposal thing. Your dad just had me convinced to ask you, even though we're still in high school. And with your mom in the hospital and all, he figured now would be a good time…"
"I know, I know," Kirsten interrupted him. "Marriage is the last thing on my mind. I'm just not feeling well, that's all."
"Are you sick? I can take you home right now if you don't want to go."
"No, I want to go," Kirsten reassured him, "I just haven't been feeling well lately. Vomiting, I haven't had my period in awhile, I'm gaining weight," she paused, "I think…I know…I'm pregnant."
"What?" Jimmy questioned, "I thought you were on the pill, I used protection…"
"I know, I know, I thought I was too. But then all this, and I took a test, and it was confirmed." She started to cry, "I can't have this baby Jimmy, I'm sorry. It's too soon."
"Don't worry," Jimmy got up from his seat, and sat next to her. "It'll be okay. We can get an abortion, or give it up for adoption, or whatever you want to do." He wrapped his arm around her. "Everything will be okay."
December, 1984 - New York City, New York
"Sandy why do you have to go?" His mother pleaded, "Berkley is so far away from New York. When am I ever going to see you?"
"It's not like you saw me much anyway," he raised his eyebrows, "besides I got a four year scholarship there. I can't pass this up."
"You can't just leave your life behind. We're still looking for Rebecca; she could show up any day."
"You know where to reach me if she comes back," Sandy grabbed his two bags, "I gotta go. The cab's waiting outside."
"So this is how it's gonna be? You're just leaving me."
"It's not like that," Sandy rolled his eyes, "with technology these days you can fly out to see me. I'm only six hours away."
"And when am I going to have time for that?" His mother asked, "You know with my job-"
"You never had time for me before," he sighed, "I guess now isn't any different."