Stolen Hearts (Connor Franta Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Rebeca's P.O.V.

"Flight 326 departing to L.A. is leaving in 15 minutes." the voice called throughout the large, crowded airport. People started saying their long, meaningful goodbyes to their families; I realized that I would have to say goodbye to my family soon even though I didn't want to.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. Wright! Bye John!" cried my best friend Sarah  as she ran into each of their arms for 1 last hug. Sarah and I have known each other since we were in elementary school - we both ended up in the same class in 4th grade and the teacher sat us next to each other. We were both VERY shy and it took us a LOOOOONG time to get out of our comfort zone and actually talk. Soon, we became the best of friends and found out that we lived across the street from each other. Sarah was like my sister that I never had - me having my younger brother and our golden retriever Muffin. Oh, how I already miss her! I remember all the times I would play with Muffin and ----

"Rebeca! Snap out of it! Don't you wanna say goodbye to your parents and your brother instead of standing there like a zombie?!" Sarah question as she pulled me out of my daydreaming moments.

"Huh?....Oh yeah, sorry. Bye Mom and Dad!" I said as my mother took me into her arms. I could feel my mother starting to shake and for a moment I didn't know if she was laughing or crying. I pulled back to see my mother's beautiful and precious face stained with tears. How can she still look pretty while she is crying? How come I always look like a washed out piece of crap when I cry? I questioned in my head. I hugged her even tighter realizing that this might be the last time I see her in a while. "I love you mom," my voice tearing up. "I love you too baby," my mother replied with the same teared up voice.

"Hey now, I also want to hug our little princess before her plane takes off as well honey," my dad's voice came from behind me. I could hear him struggling to keep his tears back, trying to be a man and all. Pfft! He was such a softie at heart! I pulled away from my mother's iron grasp, her arms lingered on mine for a while longer causing me to turn back and I was entranced by her brilliant, ocean-blue eyes as tears were sliding down her tan, rosy-pink cheeks onto her blouse where her long and luscious sun-kissed blond hair fell to her toned torso; she has an excellent volleyball player since she was in middle school and now being a volleyball teacher therefore she was always in the best shape which attracted attention from other guy's lustful eyes. Fortunately, she loved and cared for my father more than anything in the world! I broke away from my mother's arms, turning to my father for one last hug. My father held out his muscular, tanned arms and I accepted them as he embraced me into a I-can't-breathe-type-of-hug.

"Dad....can't....breathe!" I struggled to get the words out as I was talking to his chest.

"What was that? Oh, sorry baby," my father apologized as he reluctantly released me. I looked at his broad,tanned face. My father was a very competitive soccer coach and was also very fit and also attracted many single moms. But my father only had loving chocolate-brown eyes for my mother. I sighed, Why did my parents have to look so good and then there's me?

"I love you dad," hugging my father one last time. The hug shocked him for a moment but he soon grasped his arms around me. I pulled away and turning to find my 15 year old brother, John.

"Hey little dude," I said walking over to him.

"I think you mean big dude, sis, I'm a lot taller than you, ya know?" my 6'1 brother replied. He held out his arms for a hug and I went in for a hug. I realized how short I actually was compared to him. Even though my height is average being 5'4, I felt short compared to my brother.

"Wow, you really are tall, John," my voice muffled against his hard stomach. His whole body starting shaking in a heartily laugh. I looked up at him, yes actually tilt my head back to look up at my younger brother, and looking at his sandy-blond hair and blue-green eyes. He could get any girl if he wanted to even if she was a senior; girls apparently love him and go to all his swim matches, so he kind of has his own posse of drooling girls that follow him everywhere. Again, why am I the ugly one in the family? Ugh!