I sit on the bench, awaiting my flight number. All around me other passengers are saying goodbye to loved ones bringing back too many memories.
A boy hugging his parents reminds me of just a few hours ago.
"You're moving to L.A.?" my mother had asked upset.
"I want to be an actress." I tell her
"That is not a suitable career." she had yelled.
"But-"
"Go. But I never want to talk to you again." her mother pointed to the door.
"Wait, mom-"
"GO!"
I sigh, shaking my head to rid me of these bad memories.
Instead I dwell on how happy I am to leave the town that never loved or accepted me.
"Is this seat taken?" a girl with black hair asks.
"Nope all yours." I smile scooting my stuff a bit closer to me.
"I like your hair." she smiles back. I look closer at her hair and notice streaks of blue.
"Thanks. I like yours too."
"Thanks. I'm Ella, by the way."
"I'm Charlotte, call me Charlie."
"So, I'm assuming you're going to L.A."
"How'd you know?"
"The only other flight is New York where it's cold in September. You're wearing shorts."
"Wow. You're pretty observant."
"Yeah. I'm going to L.A. too." she tells me gesturing to her black tank top and white shorts.
"We are almost wearing the same thing." I laugh. I pull at the strap on my skull tank top.
"Except you're wearing black shorts."
"Yeah. So why are you going to L.A.? I'm going to pursue my acting career."
"Oh. Cool. I'm going to escape this town mostly."
"I feel you." I say readjusting my beanie.
"Flight 207 is boarding at gate 207." a woman says over the intercom sounding bored.
"That's me- I mean us." I exclaim, grabbing my carry-on bag.
She grabs hers, and we head there together.
"Tickets." a cheery flight attendant smiles. We both hand her our tickets and head to the plane.
"Aww we don't get to sit by each other." I tell her. I get a seat in the middle of the plane, and she gets a seat at the back of the plane.
I sit down, the attendant putting my bag above me. I pull out my phone and listen to some Greenday.
As I bob my head to the song, five guys with sunglasses and beanies get on the plane. Something about them seems vaguely familiar.
Two of them sit by me, and the other three sit across the aisle. More people get on as I try to put my finger on who they are.
Suddenly, I realize who it is. I quickly go into my playlist. Selecting a song, I turn my phone all the way up. The two guys are talking quietly.
I blare 'L.A. Girl' by the Janoskians. They either ignore me or don't hear it so I lean over tapping the guy on the shoulder.
"Hey have you ever heard of this band?" I ask. I show him my phone.
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LA Girl- A Janoskians Fanfic
Fanfic*Warning* This was written in 2017 (when I was 14) but I wanted to republish it lmao. Enjoy. Also ignore how bad some of the outfits are😭. When Charlie moves to LA to pursue her acting career, the last thing she expects is to meet the Janoskians.
