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Main Characters-
Charlie
&
Layla
Other Characters-
Summer
Vienna
Paris
Note: Several smaller character will be introduced per chapter.
~ * ~ Introduction ~ * ~
It had been years since Layla had been back to Palm Beach, once she had graduated she had gotten out of there as fast as she could. Now she was back only really she hadn't told anyone yet not her family, and not even her best friend who still lived in Palm Beach. Walking down the beach she headed for the Shark Shack where Charlie, her best friend since forever, worked. They had kept in touch over the years through email and webcam, a few scattered phone calls but that was about it. As she approached her favorite table she saw the backside of Charlie as he was taking an order. Slipping onto the bench seat she waited for him to turn around.
Charlie finished taking the order at the table he was at," Be with you in just a minute," he said not really glancing over at the table, he had heard someone sit down so he was well aware that they were waiting.
Layla contemplated speaking but then was sure that it would give her away so she didn't. Instead she couldn't help but watch as Charlie walked away to put the order in. Hopefully the menu hadn't changed because Layla was craving some of the chili that the Shark Shack served, it had just about everything on its menu not just seafood. While she was waiting for him to return she debated calling her sister and her father, she hadn't spoken to either of them since the night of her Highschool graduation. Her sister said she was being selfish by going away to Yale, and her father was always drunk and said if she left she had better not come back. Which then brought on the fact that she had nowhere to go in PB, expect for her job. As a struggling writer she hadn't made it in NY, thus she was back in PB working as a tutor for a couple of spoiled Highschool brats. Luckily for her the new job didn't start til tomorrow, so it gave her the rest of today and tonight to just chill.
The Worthington Twins- Vienna & Paris were going to be a handful no doubt as they were rich and seriously spoiled. She would have her work cut out for her but who could complain? Least this job would give her time to write and try and get something published maybe. As she was sitting there Layla couldn't help but wish she was on the beach with some friends, maybe a boyfriend having some fun, a little sex on the beach. She kindda got lost in her thoughts.
Charlie had been working at the Shark Shack since High School. It was the one thing that had remained constant in his life, since everything else seemed to have changed. Charlie had been raised by his grandfather, Morris Winters, the richest man in Palm Beach. Because of his upbringing and the continual conflict he had with his grandfather, Charlie was the furthest he could be from materialistic. Wealth and fine things didn't really matter to him. After his grandfather died, he bought himself a house on the beach, nothing incredibly fancy, but it suited all his needs, and it was so much more homey than his grandfather's three story mansion where he had grown up.
Charlie had gone to live with his grandfather when he was only six years old and both of his parents died in a plane crash. Morris Winters was a stern and rigid old man. When Charlie's little brother, only three, drowned in the swimming pool a year after their parents' death, Morris blamed seven year old Charlie for the accident. Their nanny hadn't been properly watching the boys, and as a result, three year old Dylan had fallen into the pool. After his grandfather's accusations, Charlie had lost all respect for the man raising him. He couldn't wait for the day he was old enough to get out on his own. Living in the mansion and being raised by a strict, straight laced nanny was like torture for Charlie. If it hadn't been for Layla and her friendship, he might have become as horrible and self centered as his grandfather. He and Layla met the summer after sixth grade. Her mother had just died after a long bought with cancer. Layla's dad had bought the house behind his grandfather's mansion. Though Layla's dad was always drunk and that left her to raise her younger sister, Summer.
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I'm hooked. Love the storyline, the characters, your writing style.....everything. BUT WAY TOO SHORT!! Even just for an introduction! LOL! That was a major tease! Truthfully tho, I'll be on the lookout for the next part. Can't wait!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~