The next day I went back to England, against my own will.
"Attention, passengers. We've arrived. Grab your bags and exit the plane in order. Hope you enjoyed your flight, thanks for choosing British Airways"
I sighed and grabbed my bag.
As soon as I walked out of the plane I noticed a tall brunette guy who looked familiar.
He was holding a white cardboard but I couldn't read the message that was written on it.
I walked pass him and tried to read it. 'Elizabeth Kilmister'
"Excuse me, sir." I said. "That's me"
"No way! Do you remember me?" He asked.
"Not really" I said confused.
"I'm Johnny, my uncle used to work for your dad. I used to go to your house all the time when we were toddlers and we would play soccer and shit"
"Oh lord!" I smiled and pulled him in a hug. "Unbelievable. What brings you here?"
"My uncle passed away a couple of months ago and your mother hired me, I needed the money. She's a life savior."
"I'm sorry"
"It's okay. We should go..."
"I agree." I followed him and he drove me back home, it made me a bit uncomfortable since we used to be like best friends back in the day and now he was working as my driver.
In a matter of twenty minutes we were finally there.
He opened the door for me and helped me with my bags.
I looked at the enormous house in which I spent most of my days, with despise, not wanting to go back in.
To be honest I didn't miss the place at all, I didn't miss its luxury.
I missed California and my cheap ass incredibly small and terrible looking apartment.
"You are back!" Said my mother as she walked downstairs, indeed I looked a lot like her. "Thought you would stay there"
"I don't want to talk about it" I passed right behind her with the intention to go up stairs. "We will catch up later"
I went to my room and started to overanalyze everything.
There was no turning back, I couldn't legally go there and look for James. Even if I could chances are he's probably with another girl.
I know him well, that's the problem.
He will move on in a matter of days, I should do the same.
England, 1992.
I went to the university and graduated with honors just as the old man wanted me to.
My life has been pretty calm, and I must admit that it was boring as well...
It was a cycle: sleep, study, sleep, go to the university.
The phone started ringing so I picked it up immediately.
"Congratulations, love. I couldn't be prouder"
"Dad?" He laughed.
"Yeah, see I won't be able to go there since I have an award show to attend why don't you come over?"
"The VMAS, huh?"
"Yeah, it will be fun. See you there tomorrow? After the show we could catch up and talk for a while"
I accepted his offer and packed my things immediately.
I was willing to get the hell out of that house.
I bought a plane ticket and headed to California.
Hours later, I arrived feeling completely exited. God how I missed the place.
I found a decent hotel near the airport and spent the night there.
The day of the MTV Video Music Awards I dressed up with a long black dress that made my figure look amazing and put on some black high heels that matched it perfectly.
I didn't put on a lot of makeup since I wanted to keep it natural, just eyeliner and a red lipstick.
I brushed my long brown hair and looked in the mirror feeling proud of the way I looked.
"Done" I said almost whispering.
In the lobby of the hotel there was a black limo waiting for me, the driver greeted me gently and opened the door so I could get in.
There was my dad, his band mates and of course Skylar. How I missed her (not really)
Ten minutes later we were finally there, the place was full of paparazzi and MTV camera guys.
The driver opened the door once again so we could exit the limo and walk down the red carpet.
I wasn't enjoying the attention.
"Smile for the cameras and pretend that you love your big sister come on bitch" Said Skylar as she pulled me in a fake hug for the cameras.
There were a lot of celebrities in the house, Aerosmith, Paul McCartney, Alice Cooper, Guns N' Roses and I could go on... There were actors and actresses as well.
I tried to keep it cool and kept walking, at the exact second as I got backstage and the 'red carpet' thing was over I accidentally bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry"
"It's okay, it's okay" Then he tried to help me to stand up and I made eye contact with the tall guy with the leather jacket, it was James, we both recognized each other immediately.
