"THIS CANT BE HAPPENINING TO ME!" I screamed at the top of her lungs. I dragged my black gucci suitcase out from the muddy ditch it had dropped in. I started to sigh and go down to the enterance of LAX and sat down on a pristine metal bench that has gotton way to hot in the sun. I took out my new iPhone5 and started to tap a text. I laid down my phone and looked at the hunk that was walking across the street. I picked up my phone and called her driver. He dident answer so she I a message. "Seriously Jordan? You were supposed to pick me up 10 minutes ago...Well whatever, I'll see you when you get here, I'm in the front." This is horrible, I've been sitting here for the past half an hour and I just want to get to my hotel room. All of a sudden, Someone pulled up and I saw, HIM.
