Ch.2

"Teresa...Teresa wake up."

Teresa's eyes fluttered open. She looked around the room, surprised to see Luis sitting on her bed.

"Luis..what's wrong?" she asked groggily. "What time is it."

"It's a little after 7," he said quietly. "Momma never came home last night."

Teresa groaned.

"Luis, she's probably just passed out in some bar or something."

"I'm going to go look for her." he said standing up. "I want you to go look for her to."

Teresa hated how concerned her brother was for their mother. She was sick of her drunken ways. For all Teresa cared, Pilar could leave today, and it wouldnt make one bit of difference.

"Luis, I'm tired..."

"She's still our mother Teresa," Luis said defensively. "No matter how screwed up she is. Now get dressed. I want you to go over by the pier and look for her."

"Where are you going to go?"

"All the bars, hotels...call me if you find her."

Teresa watched him walk out and waited til she heard the sound of the door slamming before she got out of bed. She threw on a pair of jeans, an old sweatshirt, and hastily put her hair up.

"I didn't want to sleep anyway," she mumbled and she grabbed her cell phone and walked out of the house.


Fox woke up and looked around.

"What happened last night?" he grabbed his head.

Apparently he had a lot to drink.

He laid back down and closed his eyes.

"Nicholas Foxworth Crane, what do you think you are doing?"

He groaned.

"Not now mother, I have a headache."

Ivy Crane stood at his doorway, her hands on her hips.

"Well I would imagine so, with all the alcohol you decided to leave thrown about the house."

He opened his eyes.

"Did you need something? Because if not, I'm going to go back to sleep."

She rolled her eyes.

"You obviously forgot that today is your father's birthday, didnt you?"

Fox groaned.

"Of course not...I was just getting ready to go tell him happy birthday."

"Oh save it fox, he's not even here. He had meetings all morning."

He looked at her.

"Ok...so you wanna tell me again what you're doing here then?"

"You were supposed to go pick up the food for the party tonight at the Seascape an hour ago Fox!" she yelled.

dammit Fox thought.

"Ok, ok...I'll go take care of it."

He stood up slowly, the room swirling around him.

"Have It back here in an hour," she told him. "And Fox?"

"Yea?"

"Lay off the drinks." she walked out of the room.

Fox grabbed his stuff and left, heading over to the Seascape restaurant. He was going to drive, but still didn't feel good due to last nights antics.

"Walking will sober me up," he laughed as he grabbed his coat and walked outside in the cold morning air.

He passes by numerous shops and restaurants on his way. Sometimes, even though he hated to admit it, he really did enjoy the quiet town he lived in. He just wished he could experience it like an average citizen, and not someone people feared or ignored.

He made it to the seascape and began to walk in. As he did, something caught his eye.

Or should I say, someone...


"Mama!" Teresa yelled.

She had looked all over the pier, in all the shops, the restaurants...

Somehow she had made it to the Seascape.

Ever since she was a little girl, she dreamed of eating in a fancy place like that. The thought of being able to spend money like it was nothing, on food, or clothes, or cars...

Snap out of it Teresa she thought. You've got to find your mother.

She stopped and stood in place, her eyes scanning the pier for any sign of Pilar. As she looked around, she noticed someone walking into the restaraunt.

Her breath caught in her throat.

He was tall, tan, with spiky blonde hair.

And he was staring back at her.

She quickly looked away, blushing.

When she looked back up, he was gone.

She sighed.

"Who was that?" she asked to herself.

"Nicholas Foxworth Crane."

She turned around, surprised to see the man standing in front of her.

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"That's my name," he said smiling. "And you are?"

She blinked.

"Busy." she stammered.

"That's your name? Busy?" he laughed.

She shook her head.

"No...it's Teresa...but I am very busy, so if you'll excuse me."

She walked past him.

"Teresa...that's a lovely name," he called out to her. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime."

She didn't look back, just kept on walking.

He smiled as he watched her leave.

"My oh my," he said laughing.

"I think I'm in love..."