PARAPLANO

C H A P T E R - T H R E E

C H A P T E R 3

ELLA cradles the Love Revolution poster closer to her chest, but careful not to crinkle the paper. She shields it from the line of crazy fangirls buzzing with hyper excitement. God forbid the manic girls rip her precious poster before she even gets to meet the boyband.

That's right. She, plain old Ella Joyce, is going to meet THE Love Revolution. The one and only. The hottest boyband on the planet right now.

The line in front of her disappears around a corner, so Ella doesn't know how long left she has to wait. Her best friend Selena squeals beside her. She, too, clutches a poster of the band in her sweaty palms.

"Oh my god, I'm going to meet him. I'm going to say hi and it's going to be love at first sight and he's going to fall in love with me and ask for my number and then we'll go on a date or two or fifty and then we'll get married and have beautiful babies..." Selena babbles on about Hunter Fitch, the drummer of the band, whom she has had a crush on since Love Revolution entered the spotlight three years ago.

Ella, however, her favourite was Chase Dartmouth, lead singer of the band.

She could remember the first time she saw a picture of him. He popped up on her newsfeed, and the minute she saw his soft blue eyes, she could tell there was something really different about him. Just looking at his face made her chest swell and bloom with warmth she'd never felt before. The way his eyes stared unblinkingly back at Ella made it seem like he knew her personally, like he knew all her deepest darkest thoughts and secrets. She didn't even know his name.

Fast forward three years, she knew more than just Chase's name. She knew how his favourite food was butter chicken, and how he hates celery with a passion. She knew how his favourite colour was a pastel pink, despite gender stereotypes. She knew (grudgingly) about his solid year-and-a-half relationship with his high school crush, Ashleigh Scolare. She knew that his favourite go-to item of clothing was a watch, any watch, on his left wrist. She knew he came from a close knit family, he had a mother, an older brother and older sister, but no father. She knew the exact shade of his blonde hair, and the exact shade of his blue eyes.

And still, after all this time, every picture she saw of him made her feel that weird tingly feeling in her chest.

It wasn't because he was good-looking (which he was), but she never got the same reaction from looking at other good-looking guys. Not even when Ashton Collingwoods, the senior at her school who's already got a modelling contract, used to smile at her in the hallway. His real life interactions with her don't affect her half as much as a candid photo of Chase.

Selena points at the fit, muscly brunette in a tank top on Ella's poster. "Hunter looks hot in that picture."

Ella smirks and points at the tall blonde on the lanky side, wearing a well fitted white t shirt and black skinny jeans. "Chase is hotter."

"No way! I mean, look how skinny he is compared to Hunter."

A red headed girl wearing a Future Mrs. Lamborg t-shirt in front of them turns around and interjects, "Come on, we all know Flynn is hottest."

Laughter bubbles from her petite brunette friend beside her, "Flynn's gay though! Flynntis Lamkin forever!"

Ella scrunches her nose at the girl, "What the hell is a Flynntis Lamkin?"

Selena nods, "It sounds like the evil guy in a fairytale."

"Or a disease."

Brunette clasps a hand over her heart and gasps. "Flynntis Lamkin is the ship name for Flynn Parkin and Kurtis Lamborg. They're in love," she whispers seriously.