American Dream

Chap 2-Living the Dream

Okay, we have some important people being introduced here.. Or, at least one.

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My eyes followed the baggage carousel as it went around. It was early- the flight had lasted through the night- and I yawned, rubbing the crick in my neck.

I spotted my red duffle bag, followed quickly by my suitcase, and headed over to the belt. However, obviously I wasn't quite awake since I struggled to grab my suitcase. Once I had it safely, I looked up to find my duffle quite a bit further down. I contemplated running for it, but decided I was too tired.

Having resigned myself to waiting for it to come around again, I sighed and sat down on the floor, legs crossed. I got some weird looks, but hey. Just then, a dark skinned man jogged up, my duffle in hand. He held it as if it weighed nothing, dropping it by my feet.

"Hey, I saw you were struggling, this one yours?" He asked, smiling. He looked pretty tired, but still handsome, with a shadow of dark stubble and an Original SnapBack.

"Yeah, thanks," the tips of my ears turned pink.

Sometimes, I am so glad that the only way I blush is the top of my ears. Then at other times, I could kick myself for wearing my hair up. Which, of course, was exactly what I had done since it got hot on the plane.

He laughed.

"Anytime. So, where did you get in from? You look a little sleepy." He said, still grinning.

"Moving here from England. Living the dream, I guess," I smiled slightly at the phrase.

"So, you're staying in LA?" I nodded."Awesome! I live here too, but I was away visiting family. Maybe we could catch up some time?" I smiled; he seemed nice.

"Sure. Hand me your phone?" He did, and I punched my number in, saving it as Rory before giving it back to him.

"Call me when you're free. Right now, the jet lag is catching up and I'm gonna go crash. See you around?" I asked, yawning. He nodded, waving as I slung my bag over my shoulder and dragged my case out of the airport.

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I looked back to the paper and up again. Yep, this was the place. It was gorgeous, very modern, and from what I saw, perfect. Mom really meant what she said by 'we've sorted it all out.

By 'sorted it all out' I presumed plane tickets and passports and a place to stay while I looked for a place to live. Apparently, what she actually meant was plane tickets, a little apartment and a list of job vacancies in the area.

I used the key card I had been given, pushing open the glass door with my shoulder. Inside was just as modern, with cream walls, stainless steel railings and windows that followed the stairs upward. Checking again the address in hand, I started up the stairs the floor second from the top.

When I got into the apartment, I gaped. The kitchen was the first thing you saw, with a black topped island and a breakfast bar. It sort of merged with the living room, which had two massive chocolate coloured corner sofas and a flat screen.

Then there was a bedroom and ensuite, which is where I dumped my bags, before opening the other door to find an amazing bathroom which I swear was at least as big as the bedroom. I stood speechless for awhile, before going back to my room and flopping onto my bed. Exploring could wait, I thought sleepily as I drifted off.

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Yeah yeah, too fast, wouldn't have happened like that. I know. But something needed to happen already.

Thoughts?

Also, I have never been to America and I don't know if this is what it's like. I'm loosely basing it on a hotel I once went to, but that's because it suits me. Sorry.

Thanks for reading, I know it was short.