California

I've always hated the smell of airports. Damp, cold, dark, lonely. D10. That's my gate number. I'm moving out to California with my brother Sam, so we can see our dad for the first time in 3 years. He's a music agent so he spends most of his time in the studio. And what do I get out of all this ? A once in a life time opportunity to surf in the big leagues.

"Now boarding flight 250 to Los Angeles. Now boarding flight 250 to Los Angeles."

Well that's my cue. While I'm rolling my suit case down the aisle of the plane, it catches on something. I tug on it, but it's not budging. I look up and right then and there is the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen.

"Oh...uhh....I'm sorry," I stutter.

"No problem. My names Jay.

"Ellie. What seat are you in?"

"A3," he says.

"Oh stop with your chattering and hurry it up!" shouts a fat, middle-aged man.

I'm in seat C3. I can see the top of

Jay's head. Those lovely locks of blonde, perfectly combed hair.

"Go figure. I'm next to 'Mr. I'm old and bald, but still better than you'," I murmur under my breathe.

The flight from Chicago to LAX took around 5 exhausting hours. I can't wait to get off this stuffy, tight packed plane! Bump. Bump. Bump. The plane is descending to the ground and on the inside I'm squealing with excitement. I can already see the golden sun shining through the tiny window. My new life has begun.