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Things You Can't Take
by Erin Lockwood

Contemporary Fiction

How far would you go for your best friend....

Abigail and Kessia shared a childhood bond that couldn't be broken.
Challenged, yes—but never broken.

Born into Hollywood lineage, Kessia understood the risks and pressures of
celebrity life and willingly dedicated hers to serving and protecting
her best friend’s rise to stardom. But when Abigail learns of
Kessia’s own behind-the-scenes battles with a predator, her sense
of friendship drives her down a path that blurs the lines between
loyalty and revenge at all costs.

We unpack our bags in the City of Light. Kessia hangs up a
sundress and finds a note under it. I smile, knowing it’s from
my mom, and there’s one for me in my suitcase, too. She
grabs the paper and slowly walks to the short balcony
overlooking the Eiffel Tower.
Every time we travel, Consuela packs our bags, and my
mom slips in a note for us. I push a shawl aside and find
mine. We’ve been here for only a few hours, but I’m already
feeling homesick. I pick up the handwritten note and walk to
the balcony next to Kessia.
We’re sixteen, and we’ve been let loose in one of the
biggest cities in the world. I know my mom is writing to me
to tell me to enjoy myself here, but I have a job to do. I need
to focus on that. The only fun thing about working is that
Kessia is always with me.
When I finish reading my mom’s note, I lean over the
balcony and feel the slightly cooled night air on my face.
“I love how it’s prettier at night,” Kessia says about the
Eiffel Tower lit up in front of us. “I think we have three days
off in a row, so we should go to Amsterdam!” She widens her
eyes, excited about the possibility.
I just smile and shake my head, remembering my mom’s
note about having fun. But being irresponsible doesn’t sound
like fun to me. “No way.”
Kessia gives me a sarcastic smile. She’s more
adventurous. But that’s not a very fair comparison because
I’ve always had a lot more responsibility.
“Come on.” She nudges me. “We’re sixteen. Even your
mom says we should have a little fun.” Kessia waves her note
in the air.
I give her a wry look. “I don’t think Amsterdam is what
she had in mind. Fun, yes. But I can’t afford to be reckless.”
Kessia nods. I know she understands.
After we unpack, we head downstairs to the lobby,
crossing the white stone tiles to a plush brown and red lounge
area. Everything is different in this old-world atmosphere—
the smells, the flowers, the taste in the air. Even the wood
and paint on the walls seem different than what our buildings
are made out of in America.
Most of the cast and crew have arrived, and they’re all
gathered together, occupying the entire lounge area. We only
have one day to acclimate ourselves to the new time zone
before shooting starts. Kessia and I go make the rounds,
hugging and saying hi to everyone. They’ve always treated her
like part of the show’s family. She’s a part of everything I do.
“Mason, how was your flight?” I ask him when I can’t
think of anything else to say. I’ve known him since the show
started, but some time in the last year, I’ve become so
nervous around him.
“Can I have your autographs?” a girl asks behind us,
holding a notepad and pen. She has an English accent and
must be a fan of the show.
I see her parents standing off to the side, waving excitedly
for her.
“Of course.” I bend down and say, “Are you here on
She nods and can’t stop smiling, looking up at Mason. He
joins me, taking the pen from my hand when I’m done.
“Do you want a picture, too?” he asks the little girl.
She squeals and says, “Yes, please.”
We scrunch together with the little girl between us. When
Mason’s arm reaches around to pull us closer, he rubs my
side. I can’t help but overanalyze his touch. Does he like me? I
smile anxiously, but the little girl thinks I’m smiling at her.
She thanks us and walks away. One side of Mason’s face
lifts, and for a moment, I wonder if we’re staring into each
other’s eyes. He twists around and grabs a brown bottle from
one of the lobby’s side tables.
I can feel my forehead cave down on my eyes. “You’re
drinking?” I ask cautiously. You’re only nineteen.
He casually places his free hand in his pocket and shrugs.
“Yeah, it’s legal here.”
I try not to shake my head at him, disappointed. It’s not
legal for your underage fans back in the United States. I look around,
knowing that anyone could be watching.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I step back. “Nothing. I just forgot to tell Kessia
something.” Spinning on my heels, I spot her only a few feet
“Hey, Kessia.” I grab her arm and turn her away from
Mick, one of the writers. “We should go back to the room,” I
say just low enough for her to hear me.
“Why? Everyone is getting in. We slept on the plane; we
can’t sleep now.”
I move my hands in a circle in front of me, trying to find
the right words. “There’s this thing with our bodies. If we
don’t lie down right away when we get to a new country, we’ll
get sick.”
Kessia stops and tugs at my arm. “You’re telling me this
now? We’ve been out of the country several times before.
What’s the real reason you want to leave?”
I take a breath. “It’s Mason. I like him.”
“Duh. Who doesn’t?”
I purse my lips together and swallow. “He’s drinking beer.
I can’t be seen near him. What if someone takes a picture and
assumes that I’m drinking with him?” What would my fans
Kessia leans back on her heels and tilts her head. “Isn’t
that a little bit of a stretch?” She reaches down and holds
both my hands. “Just because he has a beer doesn’t mean you
do. People aren’t stupid.”
“I know. You’re right. I’m overreacting. But remember
when I got that henna tattoo? It was in the tabloids the next
“It was fake,” she says with an even tone.
“Yes,” I agree, “but that’s not what the tabloids said.”
“But they were wrong,” she argues further, not taking me
seriously. “Come on.” Kessia smiles at me and starts to turn
back toward the lobby.
“But”—I stop her—“I still don’t feel like being down
here. Let’s just go upstairs and watch a movie. Pete’s going to
be here for the shoots, and I really want to be rested, so I do
my best work when he’s around. Tammy says he has a big
project coming together. He could be considering a spin-off
show just for me.”
Kessia tries to smile but looks uneasy.
“That’s good news.” I shake her arm, trying to loosen her
up. Why aren’t you happy for me?
“Yes, that’s great.” Her eyes open wide. “Of course. Let’s
go upstairs.” She looks sick to her stomach.
It must be the jet lag.

Erin Lockwood grew up in Castro Valley, California and attended the
University of Oregon, where she graduated in 2003 with a degree in
journalism. From there she moved to Denver and spent the next seven
years searching for the love of her life and building the family of her dreams.

It wasn’t long until, with children starting preschool and more time
on her hands, Erin refocused on her career, beginning with a
successful entry into the world of residential real estate as a
Realtor. Free time was spent reading book after book (and
binge-watching the subsequent films) in the New Adult genre. Feeling
hopelessly in love with her husband, she wrote him a short story
leading up to their fifth wedding anniversary. That’s when she
discovered her tireless passion to share her experience of falling in
love through fictional characters. That story evolved into the first novel in the Angles trilogy.

Erin still lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband, Phil, and their three children.

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