Chapter 3
LUCKY DAY
Teresa just stood there for a minute. What was she supposed to do now? She wanted so bad to see the rest of the Fab-4, but that witch of a receptionist wouldn't even let her see them. What else could go wrong? She had a nasty taxi driver lusting over her. She couldn't talk with her mother this morning and now she wasn't even allowed to see Fox. Could this day possibly get any worse?
Teresa looked up across the street and noticed a small little coffee shop. She walked across thinking a latte might be nice. She made her way across the busy traffic. She reached for the door and at that moment a young man bumped right into her spilling his coffee all down her shirt.
Teresa jumped back. "Oh, God, that's hot!" She screamed out trying to fan her blouse.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. Here let me help you." He tried to dab the coffee with this napkin.
"That's quite alright. I can manage just fine. Do you have any extra napkins?" She asked a little aggitated.
"Actually no, but I'll get you some from inside." He started to go back in.
"That's okay, I'll get my own."
"Look, I really am sorry. How about you let me buy you a coffee to make up for it? I'm going to need a new one myself now anyways."
She looked at him for a second. 'Seems nice enough and the company would be nice' she thought to herself. She nodded her head and they made their way inside. The young man ordered their coffee's and brought them over to the small table Teresa had found in the corner.
He sat Teresa's down in front of her and took the seat across from her. "I am truly sorry. Will you let me pay for you're blouse or maybe pay for you to have it dry-cleaned?"
Teresa smiled, "It's okay. I'm sorry if I bit your head off earlier. It's just that this is only my second day here in L.A. and it's a drastic change from where I come from."
"And where's that?" He said taking a sip of coffee.
"Harmony. I'm sure you've never heard of it. It's a very small town. Nothing special really." She waved it off.
"Actually, I have heard of it. I have a friend that lived there for awhile."
"Really, who's your friend? I might know him." Teresa asked curiously.
"Oh, I'm sure you know him alright. Everybody knows the Crane's."
Teresa almost strangled on her coffee. "You know the Crane's?" she asked surprised.
"Best friends with one of them. We went to boarding school together. Fox Crane. Happen to know him?"
"You...You know Fox?" Her eyes widened with excitement.
"Yeah, we go way back. Our families have been friends for years. I was actually on my way over to meet him now."
"You're kidding?" She almost came up out of her seat with excitement.
"No, why? Do you know Fox?"
"Yes, I know Fox. That's who I was trying to go see today, but that little witch over at Crane Studios wouldn't let me up to see him. She said I had to have an appointment." Teresa rolled her eyes.
"Hmmm, that sounds like her alright. Come on I'll take you to see Fox." He rose from his seat. "By the way, my names Dylan Banning."
"Dylan? I've heard Fox talk about you."
"Nothing bad I hope."
"Oh, no. He did tell me about all the times you guys got kicked out of school, your practical jokes and womanizing."
Dylan grimmaced. "Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I didn't Fox." She smiled. "I guess I should introduce myself." She held out her hand. "Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald."
Dylan took her hand and kissed it. "So, you're Teresa?" He asked almost flirting.
"What's that suppossed to mean?" She asked a little smuggly.
"I've just heard a lot about you too." He held up his hands. "Don't worry, nothing bad. Fox has told me nothing but good stories. Actually, the guys quite fond of you." 'I can see why' he thought to himself. "Come on, Teresa. This is you're lucky day. I'll take you to Fox."
Teresa followed Dylan thinking that maybe this would be a better day after all.
LUCKY DAY
Teresa just stood there for a minute. What was she supposed to do now? She wanted so bad to see the rest of the Fab-4, but that witch of a receptionist wouldn't even let her see them. What else could go wrong? She had a nasty taxi driver lusting over her. She couldn't talk with her mother this morning and now she wasn't even allowed to see Fox. Could this day possibly get any worse?
Teresa looked up across the street and noticed a small little coffee shop. She walked across thinking a latte might be nice. She made her way across the busy traffic. She reached for the door and at that moment a young man bumped right into her spilling his coffee all down her shirt.
Teresa jumped back. "Oh, God, that's hot!" She screamed out trying to fan her blouse.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. Here let me help you." He tried to dab the coffee with this napkin.
"That's quite alright. I can manage just fine. Do you have any extra napkins?" She asked a little aggitated.
"Actually no, but I'll get you some from inside." He started to go back in.
"That's okay, I'll get my own."
"Look, I really am sorry. How about you let me buy you a coffee to make up for it? I'm going to need a new one myself now anyways."
She looked at him for a second. 'Seems nice enough and the company would be nice' she thought to herself. She nodded her head and they made their way inside. The young man ordered their coffee's and brought them over to the small table Teresa had found in the corner.
He sat Teresa's down in front of her and took the seat across from her. "I am truly sorry. Will you let me pay for you're blouse or maybe pay for you to have it dry-cleaned?"
Teresa smiled, "It's okay. I'm sorry if I bit your head off earlier. It's just that this is only my second day here in L.A. and it's a drastic change from where I come from."
"And where's that?" He said taking a sip of coffee.
"Harmony. I'm sure you've never heard of it. It's a very small town. Nothing special really." She waved it off.
"Actually, I have heard of it. I have a friend that lived there for awhile."
"Really, who's your friend? I might know him." Teresa asked curiously.
"Oh, I'm sure you know him alright. Everybody knows the Crane's."
Teresa almost strangled on her coffee. "You know the Crane's?" she asked surprised.
"Best friends with one of them. We went to boarding school together. Fox Crane. Happen to know him?"
"You...You know Fox?" Her eyes widened with excitement.
"Yeah, we go way back. Our families have been friends for years. I was actually on my way over to meet him now."
"You're kidding?" She almost came up out of her seat with excitement.
"No, why? Do you know Fox?"
"Yes, I know Fox. That's who I was trying to go see today, but that little witch over at Crane Studios wouldn't let me up to see him. She said I had to have an appointment." Teresa rolled her eyes.
"Hmmm, that sounds like her alright. Come on I'll take you to see Fox." He rose from his seat. "By the way, my names Dylan Banning."
"Dylan? I've heard Fox talk about you."
"Nothing bad I hope."
"Oh, no. He did tell me about all the times you guys got kicked out of school, your practical jokes and womanizing."
Dylan grimmaced. "Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I didn't Fox." She smiled. "I guess I should introduce myself." She held out her hand. "Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald."
Dylan took her hand and kissed it. "So, you're Teresa?" He asked almost flirting.
"What's that suppossed to mean?" She asked a little smuggly.
"I've just heard a lot about you too." He held up his hands. "Don't worry, nothing bad. Fox has told me nothing but good stories. Actually, the guys quite fond of you." 'I can see why' he thought to himself. "Come on, Teresa. This is you're lucky day. I'll take you to Fox."
Teresa followed Dylan thinking that maybe this would be a better day after all.