Author's Note: This is an idea I've had for awhile and finally put it on paper. So I hope you like it! Check it out and see what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the movie but I do own the ones not seen in the film.

As far back as I can remember my dreams were filled with that perfect guy, you know the tall dark and handsome lover boy that swept you off your feet. The one that made your heart melt and your knees shake, it was him who I wanted. Hell who doesn't? I wanted the fairy tale I guess you could say and I would of done anything to get it.

When I was younger, my time was spent on thinking, imaging what my life was going to be like when I got older, grew up. I even played that stupid little game where you pick categories and write things under them then count and cross them off. Never once did I not like what the paper told me. If only it was true, I could of lived the fairy tale, I would have been damn good at it too.

I was 20 and still cursed that damn game swearing to never play it again. Did I grow up? Hmmmm…..that was debatable. Most people when they get older lose their dreams, grow out of them. Well I must be the exception cause I never did. Lose your dreams you die right? That's what I thought anyway. Still there would be times when I would lay on the cool sand and wonder where my dream guy was at and if I really did have one. It were the stars who I asked but it were the waves who answered.

The waves brought back millions of memories, good and bad of course. Ones where I was with my parents and others where I watched them fall. All of them hurt, even the good ones. You remember how good you once had it then you watch as it all goes down the drain. Gone forever. There's a saying that most people don't realize what it means till it's to late… you never know what you have till its gone. Damn right. I was the same way, took a lot of things for granted, and still to this day I regret. Can't change the past only dwell on it, so why bother? Exactly.

Mexico wasn't all it was made out to be, sure it had nice beaches, pretty sunsets, awesome clubs but that was where it ended. Tourists were everywhere, always traffic, it was just like everyplace else really. Nothing special. You had to watch where you went around here, many people came here to try and evade the law. There were some that hid out in little shacks for a while and then there were others who were to dangerous for their own good. This was never my destination, but after spending years on my search I decided I needed a break. So Mexico it was, though I think now it wasn't the best decision, but at least it was one.

Working at the little Tiki Hut on the beach wasn't in my dreams either but sometimes you had to make sacrifices. I was almost out of money when I stumbled on this job by accident. My car broke down right near it and that was the closest place with a phone. My little shack wasn't far away so I could of walked if I had to. The manager was yelling at some poor boy who got the orders mixed up when I walked in. He didn't even look my way when I went for the phone or when I started to dial. To busy yelling. Course Jake wasn't home, never is when I need him, so I turned to leave when the manger dismissed the boy turning his full attention to me.

"Can I help you miss?" He asked gently.

"My car broke down I had to use the phone, sorry."

"It's quite alright miss, you a local here?"

"Yea I guess you could say that ain't no tourist."

"Well seeing how I just lost one of my waiters there is a position open for anyone who can take orders and serve drinks."

And that was that I didn't have a choice needed the money especially since my car was no longer up and running. So from that day on I had to dress in a hula skirt, bikini top and little Tiki hat. Comical I know, the things people do for money usually is. The car was towed back to my little place on the beach and that's where it still sits. I knew what was wrong with it but couldn't afford to fix it, or put gas in it. Walking seemed to be the only thing I could do, exercise never hurt anyone.

It paid pretty well seeing how it was only a bar and little restaurant. The thing I liked most about it was that it was right on the beach, the ocean only feet away. Tables and umbrellas lined a big chunk of it and usually all filled. It was pricey to eat there but the food was good and the drinks were guaranteed to have you on your ass by the end of the night. I know first hand. Tips were also very generous, but I got paid as well so I kind of double dipped. The music was always on and while people waited for their food they would dance in the sand or even go for a dip. I liked to watch the people come in and out wondering what their story was, what their childhood was like. Stupid things. My imagination ran rampant sometimes, definitely could entertain myself. Every so often there was that one person that truly struck my interest. I could always pick them out, many of my co workers said I have a knack for it, maybe.

There were always those times when families would come through the place and damn did it take me back. Took me way back, took me back to him. Sure I've tried to block out the times when he'd get scared and climb in bed with me or when we'd play out side and he'd never left my side. But how do you try to forget your own brother? I can't never will, won't let myself. Hell it's the reason why I'm here in the first place. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself, should of went with him, kept him safe.

Yet now I stare out the window wondering if he's doing the same thing, or if he's under the hood of a car, his favorite place to be. Maybe he went back to school or got that laptop he's always wanted, maybe he's rich and lives in a huge mansion…

There's nothing in the world that I wouldn't give to see my baby brother again…..my Jesse.