"Dreaming is believing." My brothers words echoed through my head as I entered the plane. I straightened my jean skirt, and headed to my seat. Eeep! Cute guy! I looked up and- Yay! Cute guys my seat partner person! I looked at him, and smiled, although in my head I was thinking, 'Oh my God. Hes wearing dark sunglasses, and a hoodie. On a plane. Hes gonna kill us all.' I looked around nonchalantly and saw that there are four other guys that matched him. One word. Terrorist. This guy doesnt seem like a terrorist or a murderer though. He smiled back at me showing his shiny teeth, which I was admiring until I saw orange. OH MY GOD!! CUTE GUYS TURNING INTO AN ORANGE MONSTER WHO WILL- Wait. Nevermind. Cute guys just eating a carrot. Thats the problem with me. I have a big imagination. Its good and bad, because I need a big imagination when it comes to my art. Thats one of the reasons Im on this plane. Im going to Paris in order to pursue my artistic career. Having is bad, because usually I jump to conclusions, but thats what makes me unique. Back to the dude and the carrot. I looked at him, then the carrot, then back at him. I gave him my famous puppy dog eyes, and said "Do I get a carrot?" He looked reluctlant, and shook his head slowly.
"Please??? I love carrots, because they are orange, and orange needs love." Yes this is my logic. He laughed at me, throwing his head back, revealing his chestnut hair thats perfectly messy. He then looked at the orange vegatable currently being carefully caressed in his arms. He sighed, admitting defeat.
"Youre cute, and I like your illogical logic." I smiled, but not just because he complimented me. He has an accent. Bonus! Its British, making him, like, 47% hotter, and he was already 82%... Do the math.
"Yay!" I took the object. "I like you..." I said trailing off, not knowing his name.
"Louis." He looked unsure. "I like you too." I smiled again.
"That name is sooo cute!" Its true. I love that name. I liked talking to this Louis. He gave me food.
"Not as cute as your eyes." He immediatly blushed. "That probably sounded stupid." I laughed gently at his shyness.
"No its really sweet." He brightened and looked me in the eye, or I think.
"I wouldve said the same thing, but I cant see your eyes." I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Theyre kinda pointles. I mean theyre sunglasses and theres no, you know, sun." He smiled at me.
"There you go, being logical again." He took off his sunglasses and exposed his bright blue eyes. He winked. "There. Better?" I rolled my eyes.
"If only you werent so cocky." I winked back at him.
"You know my name. Whats yours?"
"Oo I know this answer! My names Jamie. Future famous artist." I smiled.
"How does an artist manage to get first class seats?" Louis asked, eyebrow raised. I shrugged.
"Successful family. Dads a lawyer, brothers a doctor. Dads a jerk, and my brother loves to help me." I threw in the last part to show how supportive and not my family is.
"What about your mother?" Louis asked. I know he meant nothing, but my face still paled.
"Oh uhm. S-She died in a car crash five years ago." I looked down, fighting the tears.
"Im so sorry, Jamie." He gripped me in a hug, catching me off guard.
"Its fine. It helped me discover myself. After my mothers death, my father... changed. He spent more and more time away from home. I was just starting high school, and I learned to fend for myself. I didnt have a lot of friends, just my brother, and Ms. Lane."
"Who was Ms. Lane?" He spoke gently to me, afraid Id break. I smiled up at him.
"The art teacher. She taught me everything I know. I told her everything." I smiled at the thought. "It was a place I could be who I am. The perculiar, care free, carrot loving teenager. I would listen to country, but like Carrie Underwood and stuff." I stopped. I was babbling. "Sorry. Sometimes I cant shut up." I blushed and looked down. He chuckled.
"Its fine. I love to hear the sound of your voice." I blushed even more.
"When I was a senior I met Ragan and Juliet. They are my best friends ever. Theyre more like sisters. We do everything together. Theyre both so beautiful." I sighed. "I miss them." Louis put his arm around my shoulder. I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, getting lost. He inched closer, and before I knew it, we were inches apart. His eyes flickered to my lips. I subconciously bit my lip. He closed his eyes and I closed mine. We were getting closer until- "Wel well well. Lou? Are we interupting something?"
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