Wrong flight

"I'm still bummed out you can't go." I said.
I'm currently sitting in the passenger seat of my Moms car as she drives to the airport. This is my first time traveling outside of Arizona without any adult supervision so it's a little nerve wrecking. What is something goes terribly wrong? What if one of the plane engines fail and the plane crashes with me in it? My heart starts to beat faster and harder like I had just ran a mile.
"I know but I have to pay the bills." Mom said.
I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. I then start playing with the bracelet my father gave me before he went off to work.
"Uh-oh, someone's nervous." Mom said as she pulls up to the airport.
"I'm not nervous." I said.
"Then why are you playing with your charm bracelet?" She asked.
I quickly fold my hands and place them in my lap. Mom parks the car and opens her door. I look up at the sky and see a SouthWest plane take off. It's loud and scary to me. Taking another deep breath and climb out of the car. I meet Mom at the back of the car and she hands me my bags.
"Here you go hun." Mom said, grunting.
"Thanks." I say looking at the entrance of the airport.
Mom grabs my shoulders and turns me toward her.
"Don't be nervous, just do what I told you and you'll be fine." She said. "Okay?"
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. Mom smiles and winks. The next thing I know my face is  buried in her neck.
"I love you and tell Dad that I love and miss him." She said before letting me go.
I smile.
"I will." I said.
"Bye, sweetie."
"Bye."

After going through the metal detector and all the boring stuff a man told me to wait at gate number nine. So I'm looking around trying to find gate number nine but I don't see it anywhere. If only he told me to wait at gate number twenty three. After turning a corner I see gate nine and I smile as I run towards the waiting area. That was easier than expected. When I enter the waiting area I see that people are already boarding the flight so I quickly hop in line. When I get to the lady scanning the tickets I hand her mine.
"Leah?" Someone calls.
The lady scanning my ticket looked back at whoever was calling her name.
"Yeah?"
The one called Leah scanned my ticket and gave it back to me. I smile as excitement take over me. I then broad the plane. When I find my seat I sit down and pull out my MP3 player. Unwrapping the thing from my headphones a man passed me with a frown.
"The guy said to wait at gate number twenty!" The man grumbles.
"No he said gate nineteen." A woman (who I assume is his wife said).
"This isn't gate nineteen!" The man said.
The woman sighs.
"Yes it is."
Everything around me freezes. Did she just say—no—no I must've misheard her. Maybe someone will tell her that they went into gate number nine. After I calm myself down I put in my headphones and fall fast asleep.

I WAS NOT AT GATE NINE AND NOW I'M IN PORTLAND, OREGON! I'm sitting on the floor crying as people pass me by. A little boy runs pass me and laughs as he informs his mother that I'm crying. What am I going to do now? My phone is dead so I can't call my parents to tell them the error I made. I soon feel someone sit next to me. I look to the side. There's a cute boy sitting next to me.
"Hi?" I say, confused.
"Hey, are you okay?" The boy asked.
"Honestly . . . no." I said.
"Well, what's wrong?" He asked.
I look at the boy and lose myself in his hazel eyes.
"You can trust me, I'm not a weirdo, . . . or a stalker." The boy said.
I blink myself back to reality.
"I'm sorry what?" I asked.
"Why are you crying?"
". . . Because . . . I got on the w-w-wrong flight." I respond.
"Oh-no. Where were you trying to go?"
"Washington."
His beautiful eyes widen in surprise.
"No. Way." He said.
"What?"
"That's where I'm headed!" He said. "Come on the flight leaves in like ten minutes."
"Huh?"
The boy stands up and holds his hand out to me. I look at it questioningly.
"Come on you can sit next to me." He said.
"No I can't I don't have a ti—"
The boy pulls out two tickets and I look at them.
"And no I didn't steal them. One was meant for my girl—ex girlfriend . . . that is until I found out she was cheating on me."
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I mumble.
"Don't be."
"I'm sorry but I can't—"
"Please? Because otherwise I just wasted my money on this ticket." He said waving the extra ticket.
I sigh and take his hand. He pulls me up and we walk to gate number seven.
"Thank you for this." I said.
"No—thank you." He said cuts me off.

"Wanna watch a movie?" The boy asked when we boarded the plane.
"Sure, what do you have to watch?" I asked.
He hands me his tablet and I search for a movie. When I find a movie we begin to watch it and the plane takes off to Seattle Washington. I smile on the inside because I finally get to see my Dad who I haven't seen in three years all thanks to the cute boy named, Tucker.