Cali, here I come!

Chapter 1: Awkward.

On the flight to Cali, I was stuck in front of an obnoxious kid that kept kicking my seat. Lets just say my experience here wasn't too good so far. I really hoped that would change... And soon.

When we finally landed, I was more than happy to be away from that kid. Baggage claim was crazy, but as soon as I stepped into that SoCal air, I felt amazing. We were renting a beach house for the summer. When we pulled up, I was in awe. It was huge, and had a balcony that wrapped around the back of the house.

As we were unloading our luggage, the neighbor came outside. As they got closer, my heart rate picked up. It was Laraine Claire! Wesley and Keaton Stromberg's mom!

"Calm down Charlotte." I thought to myself.

"Hey guys! Are you moving in here?" She asked in a sweet voice.

"Just for the summer." My mom replied. "My name's Amy by the way." She smiled.

"Laraine." They shook hands, and continued to chat.

"I could get my boys out here to help if you would like." She offered.

"Oh no! Don't let us be any trouble!" My mom said, even though we did need help. Two girls and my lazy brother unloading a summers worth of luggage was a disaster in the making.

"No, it's no trouble. They'd love to help." Laraine smiled and chuckled lightly.

"We'll if you insist..." My mom trailed off, laughing as well. Laraine went inside as I filled my mom in about the whole Emblem3 thing.

On the outside, I was somehow keeping my composure. But on the inside... That was a whole nother story.

As they came out of their house, my stomach and my heart were doing flips over each other. I had been in love with these boys since their first X-Factor audition, and now they were right in front of me.

I was lost in my thoughts, as I am quite often, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw, none other than... Wesley Stromberg.

"Hey. Im Wes." He winked.

"Hi." I squeaked, and when I say squeaked, I mean squeaked. Smooth Charlie... Smooth.

"You moving in?" He asked, chuckling at what I assume was my earlier squeak.

I shook my head no, afraid to embarrass myself further.

"You don't have to be so nervous. Just relax!" He said, smiling and grabbing a bag. It just so happened to be my, uh... Undergarments. As he lifted the bag up, the zipper broke and everything fell to the pavement. Awesome.

"Oh, shit!" He said, dropping to pick my stuff up.

"Uh..." I said, as he picked up a pair of my panties. I hate that word...

"Oh... I'm sorry." He said, standing up awkwardly, still holding my... Well, you know.

"Wes?"

"Yeah?"

"You uh- have my uh..." I trailed off pointing at his hand awkwardly.

"Right! Sorry!" He rushed, dropping them. This was going to be interesting...