Different

Chapter 13

Heaven's P.O.V

*1 week later*

Today, me and Taylor are flying to L.A to be on Ellen. I haven't been the best person to be around lately. I've had my good days, and I definitely have had my bad days, but the doctor did say I would be moody because of medication and other irrelevant things.

"You ready to go?" Taylor asked. We had already packed our bags and now we're going to the airport.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I grabbed my bags and walked out with Taylor, and we drove off. Taylor's driver was driving us.

There was nothing but silence the whole way there. Taylor hasn't really talked to me that much because she's afraid I might go off on her, and I don't blame her. I just put in my headphones and listened to Taylor's song, "Ours." I love that song so much!! It's one of my favorites. I played it on repeat the entire ride, which wasn't that long.

We got there and of course paparazzi have to be everywhere we are. Taylor signed autographs while I just sat there waiting for her aggravated. After she finally finished we walked into the airport and waited at our gate. "I'm gonna go get something from Starbucks, do you want anything?" She asked.

"No thanks, I'm fine," I said plainly. She got up and walked away. I put in my headphones and started listening to Tori Kelly.

Then some guy came up to me. He began talking, but I didn't hear a word he said because my music was blasting. I took out my headphones. "What did you say?" I asked.

"I said are you okay? You look pretty depressed," the young boy said.

"I'm fine," I said.

He chuckled. "Really? 'Fine?' We both know nobody says they're 'fine' and means it. Sup, I'm Slade," he said. Slade? I don't wanna make fun of a name, but....... Slade? The young boy, probably my age, had blonde, hair and sparking blue eyes. He was cute, but I wasn't in the mood.

"Okay, a couple things, Slade, first: 'sup' is not a word. Second: Is Slade your real name?" I said.

He let out a small laugh then sat down next to me. "Well, first: Hi. Second: yes, on my birth certificate, it says Slade."

Wow. "Okay, and there's a third thing; who told you to sit down?" I asked.

"Well you asked me about my name, so I took that as I should sit down and answer your question. So, I'm going to L.A. to record some music. Why are you going to L.A?" He asked. No! We're gonna be on the same flight.

"I'm just taking a trip with my adopted mom," I lied. I'm not gonna actually tell him that I'm going to L.A to be on the Ellen Show with my mom, Taylor Swift. I looked over and saw Taylor coming back with her coffee. "Um, it was nice talking to you, honestly, but that adoptive mother I'm talking about is coming back and I don't need her getting any ideas. I'll see you on the plane," I said rushing him to leave.

"I'll see you on the plane," he said with a smile on his face, then left. Taylor walked over and sat next to me. She didn't say anything, so I guess she didn't see anything. After sitting in silence for what seemed like forever, our flight was called. First the people who needed extra help went on, then we were called to board, first class.

Suddenly I began feeling nervous and shaky. "Are you alright, Heav?" Taylor asked, and I realized I wasn't even moving.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little jumpy. I think that was a symptom from the medication," I said trying to move, but moving very slowly.

"No that's not one of the symptoms." She pulled us to the side letting the people behind us go. "Whats wrong?" She asked now worried.

"Nothing." A plane took off very loudly making me jump.