Chapter 3:
“Hello Father.” she said.
“Where are you? The servants are freaking out because they don’t know where you are!”
“I went for a walk, just like you told me. I am probably going to be out the whole day, just walking around. You can tell them that too.” she replied.
“Doll, you have to tell people when you are going out. You can’t just randomly leave and not give notice to anybody.”
“Well, the servants shouldn’t care and I do NOT need a bodyguard. So don’t even think about getting me one because I’ll just fire him.”
“Whatever you say dear.” he said and hung up. Audrey rolled her eyes and kept walking. Now Audrey was NOT an ugly child at all. She was named after Audrey Hepburn and Keira Knightly, and she looked like them combined. She walked by a park where a couple of people were playing basketball. (She had researched everything she could find out about America before she left. Did you know they call football, “soccer?” How bizarre is that?) She stopped to watch for a second, while one of the boys stopped and stared at her. She laughed and walked away. Audrey was amazed at America; there was so much going on at one time! Mothers walked around with their babies in some sort of carriage thing, people played guitars all over and other people were walking up and down the street with millions of shopping bags on each arm. Then, she saw it. The most beautiful thing that was on every corner; a Starbucks. They didn’t have them in England but on the trips to France or Greece and Spain or Australia, she had 3 a day. She just ran across the street, stopping all the cars in her way, and breathed in the sweet smell of delicious coffee. Audrey went up to the counter and waited for a cashier to come take her order. But surprisingly, there were no other people in the store and no cashiers either.
“Hello?” she called. There was a loud crash from the back.
“Be right with you!” a voice called. Audrey rolled her eyes again, as a boy emerged from the back. His flat-ironed hair stuck up all over his head, frazzled from the crash Audrey guessed.
“Hi.” she said.
“Hi! Sorry about that. I was just getting some more straws. What can I get for you?” he asked.
“A venti chai tea frappuccino please.” she said.
The boy smirked at her. “Venti? Sure you can drink all that and not lose that?” he asked, pointing to her stick of a body.
Audrey raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Who did he think he was telling her what to drink. “Um yes I can. Now fetch it for me please.”
“Sure thing Your Royal Majesty.” he joked and bowed like a servant.
Audrey gasped, “How did you know?”
“Know what?” he asked, filling up her drink. She blushed and decided not to tell him. She didn’t want the whole world knowing, especially in a city called Los Angeles where everything was Hollywood drama.
“Never mind; so is this just a summer job?” she asked.
“Yeah, I go to UCLA during the year and after my class I go over to Los Angeles School of the Arts to teach guitar classes.” he explained. He handed her the drink and smiled.
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere; do you want to sit here with me for a bit?” Audrey asked.
“Sure, I’ll just have to go when people come in but I finished all my stocking and stuff today.” the two of them walked to a table and sat down.
“So Starbucks boy, tell me about you.”
“Well, my name is Paul Kevin the Second, but you can just call me Kevin, and I’ve been in love with Starbucks ever since it opened. I’m 21 years old, turning 22 in November and I play guitar all the time with my brothers.”
“That’s cool. My name is Audrey Keira and I like to be called Audrey but my mother always used to call me Addie. I’m 16 years old and I recently just moved from England. There are no Starbucks there but I always get it when we would travel to France, Greece, and Spain or wherever. I turn 17 in September and I’m going to attend Los Angeles School for the Arts for ballet. I also enjoy horseback riding and I’m waiting for my horse to get here.”
“You’re the same age as my brother, Nick. He’s going to Los Angeles School for the Arts in September also! But not in ballet, although I would kill to see him try and do that. Hold on a second, your own horse?”
“Daiquiri, named after my favorite drink of all. She’s a pure black Thoroughbred and simply magnificent.” she gushed at the thought of her.
“Wow, is your family like really rich?” Kevin asked.
Audrey thought for a second, thinking about how she should answer. “We aren’t rich, but we are fairly well off.” she lied. Their family was the richest in the world.
“What does your dad do?”
“Um, he’s the manager of some big company.” she lied again. But in a way you could interpret it. In a way, he IS the manager of England, but a King and not a manager.
“Awesome, that’s cool. So your dad isn’t around then hey?” he asked carefully, not sure of her reaction.
“No, he’s around a lot. But not now; I’m living at this huge house like, all by myself. Plus the servants, which I don’t talk to, and my puppy and pony.” Audrey giggled at Kevin’s shocked expression.
“And you just moved here? That means you know nobody?”
“Not a single person. Well, except you but I’m just getting to know you.”
“Wow, that sucks. Hey, I have a great idea.”
“What’s that?” Audrey asked.
“Come to my house. My brother wanted to have a few of his celebrity friends over so you can come meet them. You can be my date for the evening.” he suggested, and blushed ever so slightly.
“That sounds amazingly fun. But I’d better get back home or else my dad will have the cops looking for me. I can’t wait for tonight.”
“Alright, hey why don’t I give you a ride home? My shift just ended so I’m free.” Audrey smiled and nodded her head. She gave him directions, and cranked up the radio. After a few minutes of mindless chatter, Audrey turned the music back down.
“Kevin?” she asked.
“Yeah?”
“Since I really enjoy talking to you, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to be kind of like my adopted brother?” she blushed furiously.
“How?”
“Well, just if I ever needed somebody to talk to about everything or I needed help in a sticky situation could I call you?” she felt really embarrassed now.
“Of course Audrey; you can call me anytime, for anything.” he smiled reassuringly at her.
“Thanks ‘Big Brother’.” she said.
“You’re welcome ‘Little Sister’.” Kevin wrote down his phone number and address on a scrap piece of a Starbucks napkin. “So where is your house?”
(This is the house I was picturing when I’m going to talk about her house:
http://www.sothebysrealty.com/PropertyDetails.aspx?R=100711356&N=12+149+4294967274+4294967275&No=-1&PSeq=0)
