Connect The Dots

CHAPTER ONE: Airplanes and Starbucks Coffee

"Really?" My eyes searched my father's face for hints that he was joking, but his face was set in stone. There was no way this was a trick. I bit my ip. "Going to the U.S. is bad enough, but I've never even heard of Jasper!"

He sighed. "You will be fine. Arkansas is a lovely place. Can't you live twelve months with your aunt and uncle, away from the publicity?"

I shrugged. "Dunno, never been there." My dad rolled his eyes. He hated it when I did that, instead of giving him a diffinitive answer.

I put the rest of my clothes in my suitcases and zipped them up, the squeaking sound of the zipper filling the silence.

"Your plane leaves in four hours, can you get to Brighton on time?" "Yes sir," I told my dad, grabbing a suitcase and lugging it down the hall.

He took my load at the door while I ran back through the house to grab the others. This process was repeated a few times before all my luggage was safely in the backseat.

I waved goodbye to my parents and pulled out of the driveway, gravel crackling under the wheels of the car as I sped down the street. Jasper, here I come.

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I really hate airplanes. Maybe it's the downside of having been on tour for the past three years, and plane rides becoming almost as common as driving in a car.

Not that I'm complaining, this would be the last one I was on for awhile. I got into the line boarding the plane, carry-on slung across my back.

Finding my seat, I plopped down at the very end of the row, by the window. Good. Now, I just had to endure this nine-hour torture. To pass the time I pulled out my laptop.

Google search was going to be the highlight of this part of the trip, for sure. Jasper was too small to have an airport, (Only 480 people are all that live there. Jeez.) so my plane would be landing at the Clinton National Airport in Little Rock, which was approximately two hours and twenty-five minutes away from Jasper. (Thanks, Google.)

I yawned, glancing around. None of the other passengers were interesting enough to hold my attention. I rolled kind of sideways, restricted by the seat belt, as we were still not at a high enough altitude to remove them, and closed my eyes, trying to go to sleep, or at least drown out the noise from the plane.

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"Excuse me," The woman who had been in the seat next to me was shaking my shoulder, "Um, young man, the plane's landed, people are about to get off. Unless you want to end back up in Brighton, I would get off." She smiled and grabbed her carry on from the luggage crate above our heads. I yawned, unbuckling the strap that crisscrossed my waist. I slung by bag back over my shoulder and followed the woman into the aisle and into the busy airport.

I didn't see my uncle or aunt anywhere, so I went over to the Starbucks kiosk and bought a coffee. I wasn't the biggest fan of their drinks, but I could really use the caffeine right now.

Before I could pay for my drink, two teenage girls ran up to me, squealing. "OHMYGOSH! It's HUNTER SPRINGFIELD!" "Yes, please don't announce it." I groaned. I gave the cashier 1 pound and 44 pence to pay for my drink. "US currency, dear." She reminded me, handing it back.

Oh, right." My face burned as I fumbled with my bag and gave her a five dollar bill. "Keep the change." I told her, turning around. I almost ran straight over the two girls.

"Er, sorry." I edged sideways and slid into a seat. I thought they might leave, or get a drink, but they followed me to the table. "Can we have your autograph? Do you have a pen?"

I shook my head, so she borrowed one from the Starbucks cashier. I quickly signed both of their shirts and returned the pen, hoping they would leave. Not a chance.

"Why are you in America? Are you on tour? Where are your bodyguards?" They pelted me with questions. I took a sip of my coffee and let the burning liquid slide down my throat. "Well,-" I began, but was cut off by the sound of my name.

"Hunter?" A familiar voice called. I leapt out of my seat, racing over to my cousin. I enveloped her in a hug. "Lucy! Long time no see." I said and heard the voice of the two girls a few feet away from us.

"Is that his girlfriend?" One whispered loudly. "I didn't read about it in the blog, I don't know." The other replied, both their voices carrying over to where I stood. I sighed. Lucy smiled.

"Famous everywhere you go, huh?" I rolled my eyes. "You don't understand the half of it." She laughed. "Best go find my parents and Daniel, then we can leave."

"Agreed," I said, so we set off toward the luggage pickup, hoping to find our family and get my bags on the way. Sure enough, as soon as we found the baggage claim, there were.

My uncle shook my hand, I got a kiss on the cheek from my aunt, and a fist bump from my younger cousin. "I think Hunter is ready to get out of here," Lucy glanced at me, grinning. "He's already ran into a couple of fans and doesn't seem eager to meet any more."

"Got it." My aunt nodded, so I found my bags and we were off. I climbed into their fancy car. I'm not sure what brand or model it was, but the seats rotated until they were facing each other with an aisle in between, almost like a limo. My dad's brother's family had lots of money, which made me curious as to why they lived in such a small town, but it's not really my buisiness, so I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the ride. Lucy pulled out a book when we left the parking lot.

"What are you reading?" I asked, leaning across the aisle to look at her book. "The Hobbit." She grinned, "Have you read it?" I looked at her. "What do you think?" She rolled her eyes and started reading.

Daniel looked at me. "Wanna watch a movie or something?" "Sure," I shrugged, looking through the stack of discs piled in a small cabinet at the end of the row of chairs. I picked out a TV show called, Supernatural. "Good choice," Daniel smiled, putting the disc into the DVD player that hung from the roof. He angled the screen so we could see it better as it started playing. I was soon engrossed in the show, maybe halfway into the episode. I snorted as Sam and Dean jumped over the side of the bridge, Sam hanging on to a ledge and Dean falling to the mud below, at the edge of the river. "What's so funny?" Daniel asked. "Can I just say, I love this show already." I told him, leaning back as the brothers entered the hotel room, Sam grabbing Dean's shoulder and tugging him inside.

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Hello, all! Switch-Off-The-Stars here! I hope y'all are enjoying my book so far! This chapter isn't the longest, but I just wanted to get one finished and posted because I'm really excited about this story.

This chapter might've also been longer had it not deleted over half of my story and I had to restart over from the point that Hunter is about to get off the plane and almost everything after that. Lucky me.

I just wanna say, if any of y'all have seen Supernatural, tell me and we can be fangirls together! I'm a huge fan, SuperWhoLock for life, right?

If you haven't seen Supernatural, you are missing out. I recommend it to any people who like Sherlock, Doctor Who (which I both love, if you haven't guessed) or any people who breathe. So, basically, this means y'all better watch it and tell me if you like it or not!

Oh, I also have a question for you Supernatural-ians. (What is a Supernatural fan ever called? I've heard some being called demons, but I'm not sure, it doesn't fit into Whovians or Sherlockians...of course this is what I'm worried about) anyways, do you like Sam or Dean better? My answer would probably be Castiel. Haha, I know that wasn't a choice. Out of the Winchesters, I would probably have to say Sam. I would also explain why, but I'm guessing you are probably tired of reading this author's note thing.

Anyways, this chapter is unedited, so feel free to point out any mistakes!

Thank you!