The aiport was still jam packed as time passed by with now Aussies,Irish Lads , Brits and much more, very diverse. Selena and I took a seat in a booth at the Starbucks at the airport as our mums sat in another one chatting of America while all me and Selena could chat about is our dear brothers, the X-Factor, what we want to be, and how our life might turn out. "Well, I want to be a dancer." Selena said in between sips of her mocha coffee. "Thats actually a good job choice, i mean people say you cant make it but i believe anyone can if they set their mind to it." I replied. "What do you want to be?" She asked curiously. I finished swallowing the piece of crossiant i had left and smiled. "I love to sing, i love anything artistic, i am a singer,actress,model,writer, and much more. Its my life, music, the art, i love it all so much." I sipped my hazelnut iced coffee and stared directly at Selena. "Why didn't you audition for the X-Factor with your brother?" She asked curiously now leaning forward. I bit my lip and looked away from her gaze, " Well ya see, Lou, my Boobear, he really wants to make it, and noone knows about my singing talent, not even him, because i know he would drop out for me, but i dont want that, i have some time, right?, i mean i guess, but i really want his dreams to come true even if it means mine don't. " I shook my head a bit and pulled my curls to the left side of my face. "Oh, You should audition though, Lou will make it, you'll see, but uhm can i hear you sing?" She asked cautiously. "Yeah, i guess, but when we are alone, mum will force me to audition somewhere and i dont need that, Louis needs his dream first, and you can not tell anyone, promise? " i asked pleadingly. "Promise." She grinned holding out her pink finger. I giggled as i held mines up and our pinkies interlocked forming a promise. "So what else? Hm, other than careers? Where do you wanna live?" Selena urged on. "Uhm, London seems like a fine place to settle down. You?" I replied with ease that we were now off the subject of me singing. "Paris." She simply replied. I smiled at the thought of how much Louis loves Paris and how he would like to visit some day. "Chelsea!" Sel shouted snapping me out of my thoughts. "Sorry, what did you ask?" I replied innocently. "What type of shoes do you like to wear?" She laughed. "Oh, I love Toms and Vans." I giggled. "Oh I love Adidas and Plain ol' flats." She replied a bit hyper now. "No more coffee for you." I laughed. "Why not?" She frowned. "Becuase your getting hyper." I replied serious now. "So?" She smirked. "We will be on a plane, for at least more than 4 hours, and you wanna drink coffee, get hyper, and not be able to move from your seat?" I asked explaining in a way. "Oh." She swallowed her last sip and pushed the cup away. "Yeah, when are we boarding?" I asked checking the time. " Im not sure . " She replied glancing over at our mums. My mum wore here black dress with pretty red shades and bright red lipstick to match it all off with red heels. Her hair was in a beautiful bun and she looked like a model. My mum did have style, she said thats where me and Lou, and Fizzy, and Lottie got our style. Dad always had a nice, clean-cut look which i loved about him with a hint of his after-shave but a nice smell of cologne covering it up. Selena's mum wore a pink shirt, with a black pencil skirt, black heels with pink rhinestones, pink lipstick, black shades, and her hair was flowing over her shoulders. She actually was pretty as well. The difference was that Selena wore black skinny jeans, a peach flowy top with no sleeves, just a normal tank kind of , and her hair was a black curly afro on her head, she wore black adidas with the outfit and thats all. My mum says that i always wear accesories and other items to tie my outfit together but i always looked beautiful. " I think we have time to spare." Selena said glancing back at me. "Yeah, maybe, wanna go buy soem magazines while we wait?" I asked raising my eyebrows. She looked at our mums again then smiled, " sure." She said happily. We walked off towards the stand through the crowd. Who knows what might happen when we get there.
