My uncle, Paul Higgins *CANCELLED*

Chapter 4. Cody

"Alex, wake up, we're here."

I wake up to someone shaking me. I groan. "Five more minutes! I don't want to go to school!"

The person chuckles a bit. "Not school Al, Europe."

Suddenly I come to my senses and bolt upright in my chair that I had reclined, bumping my head in the process. "Oww!" I yelp.

My uncle laughs again. "Lets go."

We both get out of the car and I open the trunk taking out one of my suitcases. An airport worker hurried over and takes them from my hands. I smile, he seems to be around my age. Why is he working here? Taking in his features I stare at his aqua blue eyes, his blond shaggy hair, and his tanned skin.

"You alright mam?" Oh crap.

I realize that I had been staring at the boy and immediately blushed and put my head down. "Sorry." I mumble.

"Its alright." He sort of laughs. "Cody." He says, sticking his hand out.

I smile, "Alexa." Taking his hand and awkwardly shaking it.

"And I'm getting tired of standing here." My uncle says smiling.

"Oh.. erm." Cody stutters.

My uncle chuckles taking his bag out of the trunk.

Cody takes my bags in, carrying them to the baggage drop-off. "So, see you around?" Cody says as soon as he dropped off my bags.

"Yeah, sure." I smile, and we also exchanged numbers.

"Bye!" He waves, smiling like a little boy in a candy store as he walked away.

"Okay. Well since you two seem to be done being all lovey dovey we can actually get going to security, and then our gate." My uncle and I make our way to security.

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"Flight two-twenty-three to England is ready to board first-class." The flight attendant speaks through the intercom. I continue listening to my iPod because I never fly first class.

"Coming?" My uncle says, standing in front of me. "But they're boarding first-class only." I take out my headphones.

"I know."

"Omigosh you mean?"

"Yup."

My first time in first class. I wonder what it was like? I had seen it before I mean- no Alexa shut up. You sound like a five year old.

"So, are you coming or...?"

I shot up in my seat. "Right, right." I picked up my carry on and stood up from my worn seat. "Lets go."

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"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me,

But bare this in mind it was, meant to be."

"And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheek, and it all makes sense to me." I sang along with the One Directiom song my uncle had downloaded for me. Okay I admit it, it was pretty good. But- someone else probably wrote it for their band, anyway.

"Attention passengers, we are 5 hours away from England." The intercom spoke. I yawn and relax into my seat, closing my eyes. And soon, sleep overtakes me.

I woke up to someone shaking my arm. "Erm, mam. You have arrived."

I smile at the flight attendant, immediately recognizing him.