Illusional Love (PENDING)

Twenty

I look around the city and find myself sitting in awe at the passenger seat in Brit's car. It's 4.30ish in the afternoon and Brit is driving me to the infamously around the world airport, LAX. The sky still hasn't changed a bit from the first time I saw this when I had touched down in LA for approximately three years ago. Still blue with a little splash of pink and violet, since it hasn't been sunset yet. It is still beautiful like how it actually can be.

I still can't believe about the fact that I'm actually having a flight to freaking London in freaking European seas. Damn, I have never any intention to go to England before. But however I'm still here now, on my way to LAX that'll be also my way to get myself stand on European land. What is it with Europe and me?

I know that basically my grand grandparents were actually born in European land or if I could say my dad is actually half Hispanic so I'm absolutely born from half European blood. Well my mom is actually an Australian but her parents had moved all of across the seas to America before she was even born so she just has the appearance of Australian. Not the accent included.

       And it's a little bit crazy if I tell you all about my family's history because it is seriously will take longer than a week. And I can't just do that because I have a flight to catch to London. Yas freaking London.

       I don't want to think too much about anything because I'm now on my way to London and I don't want to be a nervous wreck at all. My mood has never been this better because the excitement really floods into me. I'm beyond ecstatic even a little part of me worried for accepting that London is actually not look like how it is in the movies. I've seen a lot British movies that used London as the setting and it looks pretty cool. The red bus, public telephone box, the tower of Big Ben, London Bridge, everything in London that I have imagined on my head excites me so much. Not to mention that it's all including the face of familiarly hot guy with blond hair that's tousled into a masterpiece hairstyle I've never seen.

       "Are you still nervous about this? Or you want me to turn around?" I turn to look at my left to see Brit's eyes are nowhere but to the highway road in front of her. The cars are scattering in front of us, driving in fast pace as if they're having a match. She glances at me for awhile before focusing back on the road.

       "You know I won't let you turn around because I want this." I hold a gaze in her while she's driving out of the highway road. "I really want this to happen."

       "I don't really know much about Tyler but I put my trust on you. I know you very well enough that I trust you to do this. But somehow I don't want to lose you because this Tyler can actually be a psycho or a craigslist killer in real life." Then she drives past the sign of entrance to LAX. I don't know why but I used to think the same thing about Tyler how everybody thinks of him on the first time hearing his name.

       At the time when she gets the space to a drop-stop in front of Terminal D, she turns her face all over to me. "Is this really what you want? Because you know I can't be there for you to help you if something's unexpectedly happen far from your expectations."

       "Brit, I'm okay." I pull off the seatbelt before giving her a hug. She has never been this worried about me before, and this, this is a very thoughtful of her to think about me this way. Because I don't want to lose you. I mock her voice inside my head. Damn, I almost laugh at those words because she looks like a mother that's about to let go of her son for a war.

      I'm just kidding. She's my best friend, I know how much she really loves me for me. She's the biggest supporter on this after all. About me finally having somebody beside me.

       I let go of her and give her a genuine reassuring smile before opening the door and walk out of the car. Brit does the same thing to open the trunk for me picking up the luggage and my backpack. I have three bags that I have to take care of and that's just a lot. A small arm satchel, a luggage, and a backpack. A satchel for my regular things like phone, phone charger, lip balm, wallet with 200 cash. A luggage for my body equipments that includes clothes, foot wears, and toiletries. And last, a backpack for my emergency stuffs like medicines, winter coat, scarves, makeup bag, passport, boarding pass, and whatever else is there.