Saved By The Schmidt

Tattoo Boy

I am skipping all the boring airplane details and going right to when she gets to LAX

Enjoy!
xx

I walked off the plane so glad to be finally off it. It felt like the plane was taking forever to get to LA. I did not get the best seats. I followed the flow of people to baggage claim. To be completely honest I just wanted to get my suitcase, find my aunt, and then nap. I was quick to grab my suitcase, it being the first one to come up. I grabbed my suitcase and weaved my way around people, trying not to bump everyone. I finally made my way out of the crowd of people waiting for their luggage and made my way to where the people wait for someone. I expected my aunt to be the one to come pick me up, but when I started looking through the crowd of people who looked past me for their person I didn't see her.

That's when I saw it. The sign,

Amelia Elizabeth Sanchez.

I walked over to the person holding the sign. I knew it wasn't a limo guy. They always wore a black suit and stood up straight kind of like a solider standing in line. This guy was in casual clothes going through something on his phone. He wore a white tan top that showed off some tattoos on both his arms. Nothing was below the elbow. I walked closer to him until I was standing right in front of him. The rude bastard never even looked up from his phone he just spoke.

"Look I'm not in the mood for an autograph or photo so just run along please. I'm waiting for some one." he said. I did not like his tone of voice.

"First off tattoo boy I don't want and autograph or photo with you. Second I prefer to be called Emmie." I said in the same tone he gave me. He looked up from his phone and looked at me.

"You're the girl I am waiting for?" he asked.

"Way to go captain stupid." I said. He looked at me for a second before grabbing my suitcase and walking out of the airport. I rolled my eyes and followed him out.