Synopsis: Cream Soda and Champagne

Cream Soda and Champagne is a story I started thinking of a long time ago. It started out as a really weird dream. Then I started daydreaming about it during class and baby-sitting jobs.
I spent most nights lying awake in bed thinking about this story. I went over different versions of it a million times in my head. I had the same characters through it all and the same basic plot, but the ending was the thing I could never imagine right.
I feel bad for my little sister, who shares a room with me, because I never shut up about Cream Soda and Champagne anymore. We share a bunk bed, and I talk about it constantly (yes, I am a horrible person)…but I do make her fall asleep with my boring rants about it, so I am not such a horrible person after all!
I started bringing it up in dinner conversations with my parents and siblings. My older sister, the 'writer' of my family, said the story was weak but wanted to buy the title from me. So, of course, I figured at least the name was on the right track.
I continued lying awake trying to figure this out. That is to say, I have not slept a night in about a month that I haven’t thought about the story. Just last night I had to get up about five times to write down these tiny, little epiphanies. “Oh, he should say this! And then they go and get her, and she says,” blah, blah, blah! I might be going crazy, because my characters, not allowed out until November are being force to talk only to me…and they won’t shut up!
Then, when reading something Stephanie Meyer wrote on her website, I made a promise to myself. I wasn't going to write for everybody else anymore, I was going to write for me.
And that’s really what got me pumped! I’ve been getting no sleep, and thinking about the story all the time! (When I say that, it really isn’t an exaggeration.)
And now this summary is almost long enough to be a novel and you haven't learned anything about the plot yet...oh well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cream Soda and Champagne is the story of two vastly different worlds, which collide. First we have the Brooks family; Mr. Oliver Brooks, the wealthy owner of the Brooks manor and estate in Derbyshire, England, his wife Emma, and son Charles. Charles, having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth (metaphorically), goes to a high-class boarding school (Dewwick) and is planning to go to the south of France for the summer holiday.
And then we have the Flints; James, a high school Chemistry teacher in Edison, California, and his daughter Bailey. Bailey, on the other hand, works in a pretzel stand in a mall food court on her free afternoons. And looking for a different job, and sleeping late in the mobile home her dad and she live in, is all Bailey has planned for the whole summer.
But neither of these dreams are meant to be, because shortly after school is over, in Dewwick and Edison, Bailey and Charles are informed by their parents that they have 'business' matters to fulfill.
So, yeah you guessed it, Bailey and James jump a plane to Derbyshire where Charles and Bailey...well, not to spoil anything...but let's just say neither are going to have a very peaceful summer.
OF COURSE, that's just half of it...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Business?" I asked. Noticing how he hesitated on the word. Some emotion flashed across his face, but was gone before I could identify it. "What kind of 'business'?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Okay, okay. Last thing. I just really have to point out that my story of how I thought of Cream Soda and Champagne is longer than the summary of the story! Whoa this is kind of sad...but whatever.