Beck's POV
I woke up at 6:30 AM, to the sound of a car being started up. I climbed back onto my roof, and there she was, in the illumination of the peaking sunlight, and faint glow of the porch light. Wearing an old, baggy tank top, and stretchy shorts, hair pulled into a bun, no make up on, and a pair of steel toe brown work boots. Off to work maybe? I decided I was up for the day, I quickly threw on shoes and hopped into my car. I wanted to see where she worked. I know that's weird, but there's something about her.

I started up my car and waited around the corner for her. Her car backed out of the driveway and sped off down the road. I followed several feet behind, trying not to seem obvious. Nearly 7, she pulled into a parking lot, and I parked a block down the road. I saw her get out and greet a few people standing around in the parking lot, a beautiful smile on her face. How can anyone be so happy that early in the morning? The name on the factory, said Centurion Containers. A bucket factory? Huh. I had an idea. A brilliant one. I knew what I needed to do. It could be my best hope at getting to know her.

You must be Beck? Hi, I'm Sheila. Well, all your paperwork looks good. Now, are you willing to submit to a urine drug test? She asked with a smile. I leaned forward in my chair, grabbing the plastic cup from her hand.

It would be my pleasure. I smiled, heading off to the bathroom. After washing my hands, and seeing all the lines marked in green, meaning every drug they tested me for, I passed, I smiled to myself. Looks like I'll be working with her in no time. I took my sample out to Sheila, and she marked down my results.

Alright, hun. Here's how it's going to work; I'm going to submit your name now. In probably about an hour, you'll get a text with all the info you'll need. You're a temp, pays for you are weekly, direct deposit. It starts out at $14 an hour. You'll be first shift, 7 am to 3 pm. They'll have you start fresh on Monday morning. It's 5-6 days a week, and you can be scheduled for a 12 hour shift some days. Once hired in to the company, you'll be getting paid biweekly and given paper checks. Sound good to you? I smiled.

Sounds great, thank you so much! I grabbed my things and headed for the door. Before pulling out of the parking lot, I sent a mass text to Andre, Jade, Cat, Robbie and Tori.

Text to: Andre, Jade, Cat, Robbie, Tori
I got a job, guys. I start Monday! 😁

I put my phone away and drove off. I decided to go to the Secondhand Store and buy myself some work clothes, my clothes are too nice and I don't want to ruin them, but I went expensive with the work boots. I don't want anything that is cheap and will easily fall apart. I guess it'll be nice to have a job, instead of relying on my parents to give me money. I'm 18 now and about to start Community College at Hollywood Arts, I definitely need to be able to keep up on my own expenses.

In just 2 days, I'll be starting work, with this girl that I don't even know, but for some reason, really want to get to know. This isn't me. I never get feelings for anyone this fast, but her? I don't know. There's something about her. Something that is pulling me in, like a whirlpool in the middle of a lake. And I can't stop it. Do I even want to stop it? I need to talk to the boys about this. I pulled over, and quickly texted Robbie and Andre.

Text to: Andre, Robbie
Hey can you guys come over? I really need to talk to you!

Not long after I sent the text, they both responded, saying they'd meet me at my place and they're bringing food. I hurried up home and waited for them. It was probably half an hour after I got back, they knocked on my door.

Come in! I yelled. The door bursted open and Robbie and Rex were the first ones in, Andre after.

You okay, Beck? You're not usually the one who gets frazzled. I slightly laughed.

Frazzled, Robbie? People our age don't use the term "frazzled".

I can't say "oh dear" I can't say "oh my" now I can't say "frazzled"? Seriously, what do people our age say then? I shook my head at him.

Seriously, man. What's wrong? Andre asked.

I'm not sure what's going on with me...

Is this about your new job? Robbie asked. I shrugged.

In a way. I only applied there, because that's where the girl next door works. But ever since seeing her yesterday, she's on my mind non stop. I even dreamt about her last night. I don't know, guys. This isn't like me, and I don't know what to do about it. They both smirked at me.

What you do, my guy, is get to know her, however it takes. You're an awesome dude. Don't sell yourself short. Getting to know her could be something special, you know? Andre said. He's right though. If I don't do something to get to know her soon, I could miss out on something, someone, special. Maybe I'm feeling this way, because it's my soul telling me what's right for me? I've never felt this way, never wanted to meet someone and get to know them this bad before in my life. Maybe it's a sign that something big, something good, is right in front of my face? I decided to let myself feel whatever I feel, my soul will point me in the right direction, won't it?