Perfect Misery

Chapter 3

"We are now landed in Los Angeles, California. Thank you for flying with us and we hope to see you again soon. Have a nice day." I stood up and put my purse over my shoulder and began to reach up to get my other bag from the over head compartment. When I opened it my bag began to fall but didn't hit me. Where did my bag go? I turned around and there I stood face to face with a guy I have never seen before holding my bag. He was really cute. He had dark brown hair, green eyes, and tan skin. All of his muscles were visible through his tight navy t-shirt that was pared with khaki shorts and some black vans. We were both silent for a few second before I spoke up, "Thanks." I took the bag from his hands and walked off the plain.

Once we got off the plain the first thing I did was bolt for the bathrooms leaving my bag with my mom and dad at the luggage claim to get all of our bags by them selves.

When I was done with my bathroom brake I realized I was hungry so I walked over to the Starbucks in the airport. "One tall vanilla frappe and a blueberry muffin. Please."

The worker spoke back, "Ok. Will that be all miss?" He was cute too. What's up with all of these Californian guys? There all cute. He was tall and had shaggy blond hair with bright blue eyes.

"Yes that will be all."

"Okay, that $7.35. And what's your name?"

"Danny."

"Okay. It will be ready in a bit. You can pick it up over there." He pointed to a little place where a girl was handing everyone their orders; while writing my name on the cup and handing it to a short, red haired girl behind him.

I walked away as I was saying, "Thank you." When I turned all the way around I went face first into someones chest. I backed up slowly and looked up.

"Sorry." It was the boy from the plain.

"Sorry."

"You know your really clumsy," he said with a giggle.

"Ya. Sorry again."

"Danny, Danny your orders ready."

"Well that's me," I said as I started to walk away to pick up my drink and muffin. I got my food and found a table to sit at. I took out my phone and texted Luke and Carter, telling them I had landed. I put away my phone and began to eat my muffin when that boy came and sat in front of me.

"Hey," he said rather cheerfully with a smile.

"Hi."

"So do you live around here?"

"Ya. I just moved here. You?"

"Ya. I have lived here for about 6 years now. I just got back from a family vacation in Florida."

"Cool. So what's your name?"

"Jackson. Jackson Prince. You?"

"Oh. I'm Danny. Danny Brooke." I finished my muffin and got up. "Well I should go find my parents before they get worried. But maybe I'll see you around?"

"Ya. Maybe."

I turned around and walked forward a couple steps when I felt someone tug on my arm. "Wait. I forgot. Can I have your number?"

"Oh. Um. Sure." I grabbed a pen out of my purse and told him to stick out his hand as I wrote it on his arm. "Here."

"Thanks. I'll text you."

"K. Well I got to go. Bye."

"Bye."

I found my parents out side hailing a taxi. "Hey. Where were you," my mom asked while we packed our bags into the back of the taxi.

"I went to Starbucks," I replied knowing that if I told her about Jackson then she would give me the whole 'don't talk to strangers' speech.

The taxi ride to our new house wasn't to long, maybe 30 minutes. We sat in comfortable silence expected for when the taxi driver tried to ask my dad questions every once and a while.

Once we got to the house the first thing I did was take my bags from the taxi and run them up to my room which my mom said was up the stairs, second door on the right.

My room was painted a light blue color and it had hard wood floors. Beside the door was a full length mirror. On the left wall was a dresser with a new flat screen T.V. sitting on top of it. Next to the dresser was a silver clothes rack. On the right wall was my bed and my bed side table. On the wall directly in front of me was three medium sized windows with purse hooks in between each window. The windows cover the whole surface of the wall. In front of the windows was a small black couch and a white leather bean bag. On the right of me was two large doors that slid open to reveal a huge walk in closet.

All of our things were delivered a couple days ago. All I have to do is put away my clothes and pictures ect.

I decided that I should start to unpack and get settle in. After about 45 minutes my mom walked in.

"Hey baby girl. Do you like your room?" She asked

"Ya. It's great. I can't wait to finish putting everything up. I think I'm going to put up some pictures of my friends from back home above my bed. Do you think it will be cute?" I asked for reassurance.

She responded, "Ya. That will be cute. Maybe you can hang them with twine and little wooden clips." My mom had pretty good style, which is really cool.

"That's perfect. Thanks."

"Anytime sweetie. Well, we made pizza, so come get some. Okay?"

"Okay. I will be down in a sec."

I finished putting my pajamas and workout clothes in my dresser and headed down the hall way to the stairs. I ran down them carefully not to fall down them. I am very clumsy so that wouldn't have been the first time I would have fallen down the stairs.

After eating dinner I decided I was disgusting considering I was just on a plain for over four hours and I needed a shower. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and got two towels (one for my body and one for my hair) and all of my soaps I would need. I took it all back to my bathroom witch is the first door on the right which means it's right next to my room. I set all my shampoos, conditioners, and body soaps down on the shower rack. I set down the towels on the marble counter next to my sink. I got undressed and got in the shower.

When I got out of the shower I rapped my self in my towels and decided to leave my clothes in there since I was about to arrange everything in there anyways. I dried off then put on my pajamas.

I had two hampers. One I had already put in my closet and the other I decided I would put in my bathroom. I picked it up and took it to the bathroom. I placed it next to my counter. I picked up my clothes that I took off for my shower and put them in my newly placed hamper. I walked back to my room and picked up all the towels and took them back to the bathroom where I put them under the since. I went back and forth from the bathroom to my bedroom gathering things I would use in the bathroom like: -makeup

-razor/ shaving cream

-deodorant/ perfume

-ect.

Once I was done I decided that it was I was tired and should go to bed. It was getting late and I could finish unpacking later. I turned off the light and turned on the fan (I can't sleep without it on. I get really hot at night). I checked my phone quickly and then put it on the charger. I got under the covers and bundled up. I grabbed the T.V. remote and turned it on (I can't sleep with out the T.V. on either). I changed it from Dish to Netflix and turned it on to Gossip Girl. Which is my favorite T.V. show. After watching the end of the third season for the 50th time I slowly fell asleep.