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California Dreamer

chapter three

“So, you mentioned that coming here was a present for yourself, may I ask why?” Austin asked and I was a little shocked that he had picked up on that earlier.
“Um, well,” I said taking a gulp of my water. Did I really want to tell this man, someone I knew absolutely nothing about why I had saved my money for almost two years to come to California? I mean it definitely wasn’t something I normally bring up the first day I meet someone. Then I figured, what the hell, I was probably never see this guy again so why not shock him a little. “It was actually to reward myself I guess, for reaching my goal.”
“And what goal would that be,” he asked, leaning forward. I laughed nervously and looked down at the table; I don’t know why I was so embarrassed to tell people, it was something I should actually be really proud of. “Lulu?” he asked, obviously getting impatient.
I took another drink and sighed. “A reward for losing one hundred and fifty pounds.” I said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t hear me.
His eyebrows shot up and a look of total shock swept across his face which made me laugh. He didn’t say anything, instead he looked at me again, and I mean really looked at me. I watched as his eyes traveled down my body, I looked down as well. I was wearing a loose fitting black tee but you could still see the outline of my now tight torso and the shirt hugged me perfectly in all the right spots, highlighting my curves. I had on a pair of short denim shorts, the pockets actually longer than the short itself to my long toned legs and a pair of worn out all black converse. I had to admit I loved my body, after being overweight for nearly ten years I decided it was time for a change when I turned twenty and joined a gym, started eating less, and healthier, and with a lot of hard work and sweat I was down one hundred pounds by my twenty first birthday. The rest came off a few months later and I haven’t gone five pounds above my goal weight since.
“Bull shit,” Austin exclaimed, snapping me back to reality. “There is no way you used to weigh, what, three-hundred pounds?” he guessed.
I laughed and reached into my bag to pull out my phone. “Honestly.” I claimed, browsing through the old photos in my gallery until I found what I was looking for. I showed him the old photo of me and laughed as his eyes got huge.
I absolutely hated that photo. I was standing next to my mother, though she was cropped out, in a parking lot next to my car, almost two years ago. I was wearing an oversized gray zip up sweater over a pair of black slacks, my hair in a messy bun and no makeup on; I had just gotten off of work. Even though I wasn’t wearing any tight clothing you could tell that I was huge, my face alone was so round and I had a double chin, it was horrible. I think I weighed about two-ninety when that picture was taken.
“Wow,” he gasped, looking at me then back at the photo. “That’s, I mean, I can’t, wow.” He breathed and sat back, looking like I had just revealed the secrets of the universe with him. “That’s amazing.”
I just shrugged and placed my phone back in my bag.
“Lulu, seriously, that’s like,” he trailed off not finding the words.
I started to blush and I looked up and noticed him staring at me again. The way he was staring at me though, damn, he definitely knew how to make a girl blush. I smiled shyly and grabbed my water off the table taking a drink. Our waitress came at that point, bringing our food.
“You know,” he started once she left. “If you can be determined enough to lose that much weight I don’t see how you cannot achieve anything else you set your mind to. Like moving to California.” He swung his fork around in the air, raising his eyebrows, looking at me in the eyes.
I sighed. “No, those are two completely different things. Losing weight is more of a mental issue, pushing yourself and fighting your urges to actually make a difference in your life style. But moving to a place like California, well that takes money, which unfortunately I do not have a lot of.”
“You’re here now.” He pointed out.
“Yeah, after saving for almost two years and working my fucking ass off while working two, three jobs at a time. And by the time I get home, I will be back living paycheck to paycheck.” I sighed again, fuck I was so not looking forward to going back to Illinois.
“Where do you work now?” he asked, stuffing a fork full of food into his mouth.
I laughed. “Right now a gas station, and just the one job because I quit my other one because they wouldn’t let me take a week off for this trip.” I heard myself get angry saying the last words and took a deep breath.
He looked at me, noticing. “So why don’t you just get a better job?”
I gawked at him, dumbfounded. “Oh just get a better job? Sure let me just call the Better Job Fairy so she can pouf one out of thin air. Austin, do you realize how fucking hard it is to get a decent paying job in this world? Do you really think it’s my dream job to work at a fucking gas station the rest of my life?” I huffed. God, seriously who was this guy? Who the hell did he think he was and what on earth did he do for a living where he just assumed that job hunting was a simple task?
“Sorry,” he stammered, obviously taken aback by my anger. “I guess you’re right. So what is your dream job? You have to have one.” He questioned.
I stared at him. This guy. This fucking guy who I knew almost nothing about was so interested in my life it was almost unsettling. I had friends back home that barely knew what my favorite drink was and didn’t bother to care yet this guy, this stranger, was making me come out of my shell, asking me questions that made me question everything about my life. The way he was so passionate about making me believe in my dreams and basically telling me to never give up I mean, it was such a new experience for me I actually felt tears forming in my eyes. This stranger was making me feel ten times better than any of my family members have in years. I was just about to answer when I noticed two girls walking up to our table.
“Oh my God! Are you Austin Carlile?” they both said in unison.
They had to be about sixteen or seventeen, both blonde and skinny. Full on California girls if I had ever seen any. They had on short shorts, shorter than mine surprisingly, and seemed like a band t shirt. Of mice and men? The named sounded familiar, I think my sister listened to it, some type of screaming I think. I wasn’t sure. Then I noticed them gawking at Austin. I had absolutely no idea what the fuck was going on.
“Yeah I am,” he said, the biggest smile on his face. “What’s up, hey nice shirts,” he laughed and stood up.
“Oh my God, can we get a picture with you?” one of the girls stammered. Was she crying? I was so confused.
“Of course!” he said and got closer to them. He went to hug one of the girls I swear she looked like she was going to faint and the other one had full on crocodile tears streaming down her face.
I stared mystified, while all this happened as Austin took some pictures with them and signed a couple things and talked a bit before turning to me and saying something about not wanting to be rude. That’s when the two girls looked at me and I got death stares from both of them. What the fuck? They said their goodbyes and thank you’s and gave him another quick hug before walking away, laughing or crying, I had no idea what was going on. Austin sat back down and laughed when he looked at me. I probably would have to, to be honest. I was confused as fuck and I’m sure it showed.
“Sorry about that, my fans can be a little over the top sometimes.” He laughed again.
“Fans?” I questioned. What was he fucking famous or something? He definitely didn’t look familiar to me. And if he was famous what the hell was he doing at this café with me? Did he have security guards? What?
“Uh yeah, I’m kind of in this band.” He said running a hand through his hair. Was he being modest on purpose?
“A band?” I questioned. Damn I was slow.
“Yeah, it’s called Of Mice and Men, you’ve never heard of it?” he was the surprised one now.
I scrunched my nose, remembering the girls’ shirts. “Um, not really, I mean maybe. I don’t think so though, definitely can’t think of any song names or shit.”
He shrugged and smiled, not hurt by it at all. “I mean I figured as much when you didn’t fan girl all over me when we first met.”
I snorted. “Ha, maybe I’m just really good at hiding it. You never know, I mean I could be your biggest fan and after our lunch I was going to jump you and have my way with you.” I teased.
“Hmm,” he said and I noticed him scanning my body again. “I probably wouldn’t mind it.” And he flashed me a huge smile while he winked.
I blushed and shook my head, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “Alright, calm down,” I laughed and bit my lip. “So tell me about this band of yours.”
“Eh, nothing I can tell you that you can’t find out on the internet. How about we talk more about you?” he smiled and I looked into his eyes.
He seriously wanted to know more about me and I couldn’t believe it. I mean, while I may not know who he is or what band he’s in, other people certainly did and I won’t lie, it made me feel pretty fucking special. He could have left me at any point since he helped me find that apartment building, yet he didn’t. He wanted to stay with me; he wanted to have lunch with me. And for a girl who was overweight most of her life, getting a boys attention, especially a boy like Austin’s attention was beyond flattering, to say the least. I honestly felt like a million bucks. So I decided to give him what he wanted.
I told him more about me. All the jobs I’ve had and adventures I had gone on. I told him about my friends, though I didn’t have many now, I did at one point and I may have exaggerated a little, I mean I didn’t want him thinking I was some type of weird loner. And I couldn’t believe it when he would listen and ask me more questions, making me go into more detail about certain things. I told Austin so many things about me, more than I think my last boyfriend knew about me. I just couldn’t believe how interested he was in finding out about me, who I was. I started telling him about my family when I suddenly remembered something.
“Shit!” I jumped up, making him jump up. I dug in my bag searching for my phone it was five thirty and I already had three missed calls.
“What’s wrong?” Austin asked, worried.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly as I slapped a ten dollar bill on the table. “I was supposed to pick up my little sister a half hour ago. I really need to go, I’m sorry.” I said and threw my bag over my shoulder and started walking away.
“Wait, hold on,” Austin struggled getting out of the chair, “Can I at least get your number?” I saw him reaching into his pocket as I waved down a cab. He held out his phone.
“Uh, sure,” I said taking his phone.
I don’t know why I did it. Looking back now, I wish I hadn’t. But looking at Austin as he waited patiently for me to type in my number, I heard it, that small little voice that I had tried so hard to bury. He’s never going to call you. Why would he call you? As a cab pulled up beside us I quickly typed in a number and handed him back his phone, flashing him smile. Mouthing a quick thank you I opened the cab door.
“I had fun today,” I heard him say as I slid in the backseat. “We should hang out again before you leave.” Damn, he looked so happy, I almost felt bad about what I did but I know it was what had to be done.
“Bye Austin,” I said breathlessly as I closed the door and told the cab driver where to go.
I looked back as he started to drive away. Austin was watching me, holding his phone. I watched him shrink in the distance until he disappeared completely when we turned the corner. I sighed, knowing that I would never see him again, knowing that he would never call me, even if he wanted to.

Comments

This is so amazing. I don't think you understand how much I'm in LOVE with this. So don't think I'm weird, but before I go to bed each night I like to read Austin Carlile fan fic..i love him and it just helps me sleep and shit. ANYWAYS, i came across this and ended up reading all ten chapters tonight. I cannot wait for you to update! Probably the best thing I've ever read before!

Please please please update!!
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10/6/13
This is the best thing ever! Please update I need this!!
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9/8/13
Please update soon! This is one of the best stories I've read so far!!
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9/6/13