Forever Summer | Justin Bieber

Chapter 1

"U smile, I smile."
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                                  Lily

"Excuse me. You're in my seat."
I brushed my long blonde hair out of my hazel eyes and squinted at the man standing next to me.

His hair was dark, with the kind of deep side part
used to disguise the early stages of baldness, and his charcoal gray suit, light blue shirt, and red tie were all slightly rumpled. Still, he looked vaguely familiar.

"I always book 2A." He gave me a condescending look. "Oh, sorry. I guess you're right. I'm supposed to be in 2B. I'll move," I said, picking up the letter I'd been writing and grabbing my bag.

"Forget it." He sighed loudly, dropping his briefcase onto the aisle seat. "Just stay. I'll take B."
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and focused again on my letter, making sure I hunched over it so he couldn't peek. I was in no mood to be messed with by some balding old fart. It was because of old people like him (namely my parents) that I was this stupid plane in the first place.

Did they really think that buying me a first-class ticket would lessen the pain of being dragged away from everything I knew and loved? Like the group of close friends I'd had since childhood, my hard-earned status as captain of the dive team, and hunter, the love of my life whom I've been dating for the last year and a half? Did they really think they could buy me off with an oversized seat, hot towels, and a choice of six movies?

The plane pushed away from the gate and the flight attendants asked everyone to direct their attention to the safety demonstration on the video screens. But I refused to look. There was no way some stupid video could save me from a crash. Thanks to my mom's affair with the senior partner at her las firm, and the bitter divorce that immediately followed my dad's walking on them, my life as I know it was completely crashing down around me, and there was nothing I could do to save it.

"Sir, you need to turn off your cell phone immediately."

I looked up to see an attendant with her hands placed firmly on her navy-clad hips. She was scowling at Mr. 2B. "Sir, don't make me say it twice."

"Excuse me," he said, putting his hand over the mouthpiece and glaring. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, Mr. O'Rourke, I've seen your show. And if you don't turn off your phone right this minute, we will return to the gate so you can disembark and continue your call while we fly to Los Angeles without you." She reached up and smoothed her blonde French twist.

I watched him snap his phone shut and mumble something under his breath as the attendant walked away. Oh my god, no wonder he looks familiar. It was Bob O'Rourke from that news show on FOX. And I was sitting in his favorite seat, and I even rolled my eyes at him! But he was kind of a jerk, so I didn't feel too bad about it.

The plane began it's runway roll, quickly gaining speed. This was the moment when I would normally reach over and hold my dad's hand until the wheels lifted off the tarmac and retreated into the belly. I looked over to Bob O'Rourke, glasses perched on the end of his nose, scowling at a stack of papers in his hand, and I knew better than to even try. I was on my own now, in more ways than one.

I closed the window shade, fearing I might cry if I glimpsed the diminishing East Coast landscape, then reread my letter. But halfway through, my throat grew hot and tight and eyes started to sting, so I quickly scribbled at the bottom, telling Hunter how much I loved and missed him. Then I folded the letter into a perfect rectangle, stuffed it into an envelope, and shoved it deep inside my bag.

I was just drifting off to sleep when that same attendant came by and asked if they'd like anything to drink. And after listening to the very important Bob O'Rourke grill her about the available wines and their grape origins, I was feeling so bad for her.

"Um, I'll just have a bottle of water. I don't need a glass or anything." Then, determined to ignore the famous jerk beside me, I put on my headphones, extended my footrest, and turned on my in-seat video unit.

On channel 3 they were showing that movie Blue Crush, but I flipped right past it. No way I was gonna watch a bunch of sun-struck girls talk about the beach and "killer" waves. I'd be forced to live among people like that soon enough, and I was in no rush to get there.

I was down to just a five-hour cushion between my beloved old life and my dreaded new one, and I was determined to make the most of it. The only surfing I planned on doing was channel surfing.

I thought about my last phone call with my dad, and how he sounded so excited when he told me about the house he'd bought. "It's in a private gated community called Laguna Cove, and we're right on a cliff overlooking our very own beach."

"We have have our own beach?" I asked.

"Well, we have to share it with the neighbors." He laughed.

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