His Eyes . Her Smile . They Were Meant To Be Together . (On Hold.)

Changes. [C H A P T E R - 1]

Catherine rested her head on the cool window of the plane and let out a long sigh. Life didn’t seem to be going her way at the moment and the only thing that comforted her was a single window that she could look out of.

She didn’t like the fact that the FBI had shooed her out of her house faster than she could ask what was happening. They wouldn’t answer her questions and she didn’t understand why. Why were they doing this to her? Why were they packing up her stuff? Why were they here? Why was she on a plane, heading to her older brothers house?

Cat wouldn’t know the answers to those questions for a while. At least, that’s what the agents had told her. They said they had to get her out of the city – out of the country. She reluctantly had to leave, knowing little to nothing about the situation that she was in.

She could only hope it wasn’t life or death.

Sure, many thoughts crossed her mind about what she had gotten herself into. She tried to push those options away into the very back of her mind where they wouldn’t resurface again – Catherine had more important things to worry about.

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Cat’s POV:

I stepped off of the plane as I readjusted my one duffle bag. I licked my lips, a habit of mine that I could never break, and searched for my brother who told me that he’d pick me up at 2. I checked my phone – 2:15. It’s just like him to be late.

I turned to look back at the private jet that had flown me to the USA as fast as possible. I didn’t want to admit it but I was terrified. I had no idea why they had pried me from home and took me to Pittsburgh. It made me angry that they couldn’t tell me, it was my business. Wasn’t it? If it deals with my overall well being, I deserve to know.

I think that I’ll use that excuse next time. It seemed pretty legitimate to me.

“Catherine! Par ici!” I looked into the crowd, only to find Kris on his tippy toes, waving frantically to get my attention.

I laughed as I made my way over to him. “Vous n'avez pas changé, vous avez ? “

He smiled at me, enveloping me into a hug. “Les gars ont eu envie de vous rencontrer.”

“Je ne peux pas attendre de les recontrer.”

It was silent for the rest of the way to Kris’. That was how it was between me and Kris; we didn’t have to say much in order to understand each other. We thrived off of each others silence and we loved it that way, it made us closer.

When we reached Kris’ apartment, he carried up my bags for me, ignoring every single one of my protests. “Non sense,” He said. “You’re my baby sister and my guest.”

I shook my head and closed the trunk, “Whatever you say, Kristopher.”

He grunted. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?” He set my bags down in, what I assumed to be, my room and folded his arms across his chest.

“As long as you call me Catherine, I’m calling you Kristopher.” I patted his cheek lovingly, earning an eye roll from Kris. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a little nap. I’m more tired than I thought I’d be.”

He kissed my cheek. “Call me if you need anything.”

And with that, I crawled into my new bed and fell into a deep sleep.