Tongue-Tied (Jamie x Reader)

1: Moving

7:00 AM. [Name] woke up and got out of bed, looking at the ocean from her balcony. "Hey, sweetie! Time to wake up! Today's a big day for you and the business!" Mother called.

[Name] looked behind her to see her Mother, standing in the doorway with a plate of malasadas in her hands. "Mom, isn't that too sweet to start my day off?" [Name] asked.

"Honey, nothing's too sweet. Life can't always be sweet like sugar or sour like a lemon. Sometimes, it's a mix of both or more than that. Anyways, eat up, meli. The plane leaves in 3 hours," Mother replied as she patted her daughter's back.

(A/N: Meli is honey in Hawaiian)

[Name]'s eyes widened as she ran to her closet, pulling out her favorite tops, pants, skirts, sneakers, work uniform, and her suitcase. As she stuffed the malasadas in her mouth, [Name] packed her belongings, along with a bag for her work. Her family created a business that sold Hawaiian foods, and today was the day she was outsourcing. When she finished packing her essentials, [Name] brushed her teeth and brushed her hair, putting it in a braid with a hibiscus hair tie to hold it together. "There. Not too shabby."

She walked out and saw her mother packing a wallet just for her. "Mom?" [Name] asked.

"Hm?"

"Why are you packing a wallet? I have my wallet. I don't need any extra cash. But thanks for offering the money."

Mother looked at her daughter and smiled. "Well, you're going to New York, right? You should at least have some extra money on you just in case. You can never be too prepared," she replied.

[Name] smiled and hugged her gently. It had been hard ever since her grandmother passed away 5 years ago. She was the one who founded the family business and helped keep it running. As she got older and unable to help in the kitchen, she passed the rights down to her daughter and [Name]. She closed her bedroom door and dressed in a long-sleeved top with black leggings, Sketchers tennis shoes, and her favorite Hawaiian-themed handkerchief to hold her hair back. "It's a big world outside of our eight islands. Be safe for me, okay?" Mother asked.

"I will... But I don't want to leave," [Name] replied.

"I know, but just think about it. You can experience the world from a different place," Mother added.

"Yeah, but-"

"Trust me. You may like it there."

With one final hug, she walked out the door with her luggage. She hopped into her car and turned it on, driving away from the little house [Name] lived in. Thankfully, she had pre-ordered her ticket to New York and was now sitting in the airport, waiting for her flight to be called. "Hey, you."

[Name] looked to her right and saw someone with brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore a plaid top and gray jeans with white Converse shoes. "Are you going anywhere special? You know, like another country?" he asked.

"... No... I'm going to New York," [Name] replied.

The boy smiled and nodded, going back to his cell phone. "So, why are you going to New York?" he asked.

There was another momentary silence. Did [Name] want to talk to this random boy? She wasn't comfortable around strangers. It's how it's been since middle school. She hardly spoke to anyone. "... It's for our business," [Name] replied, breaking the silence.

She took a cookie from her pocket and bit into it, taking in the taste of shortbread. "Huh. I remember going to your family restaurant when I was a little boy. Your grandma was the greatest. She would serve dishes with not her hands, but her knees and feet. Why's that?" the boy asked.

[Name] told him that her family was skilled in martial arts, including karate, taekwondo, and kung-fu. "Interesting. I'm surprised that she never dropped a dish or cup," the boy added.

"Well... remember. She may have been old... but my grandma knew a lot that we didn't know," [Name] replied.

That's when a voice came over the radio. It echoed throughout the airport. "Flight 180, enter through gate 25 and board your flight."

"I can't believe I'm getting on a Final Destination plane. Let's hope nothing happens," she thought.

As [Name] got onto the plane, she put her luggage in the compartments above, going to take her seat. She put on her headphones, turning on her comforting playlist as she drifted into a nice 11-hour slumber.

...

When [Name] woke up, people got off the plane and retrieved their luggage. She sprang from her seat and brought her two bags, departing from the airplane and walking into the New York airport. The sight was astonishing. There were so many people in the airport. How was she to find her way around? "Good Lord... So many people... If my mom were here, she'd be pushing through everyone, not caring about who got hurt," [Name] said to herself.

All she did was sigh and look at the board showing the way around the airport. "Great. All I need to do is find a vacant area to set my business up," [Name] said to herself.

Walking out of the front doors, she was greeted by the sight of Metro City. It was big, and there were billboards all over the place, advertising many things. Martial arts training, fashion, retail, makeup, and more. "Oh my God..."