Dreamer

Chapter One

Tia's POV

I take a deep breath, stepping away from my family. I had said my final goodbyes, and the goodbyes for my final goodbyes. Even though it was just for the weekend it was still LA. I'm quite shocked they're letting me go, but I'm far from complaining. I had saved all of my Christmas money, what I had left of my birthday money from eight days prior to Christmas, and Mum made sure dad gave me $200 just in case. I had put all of my money on my debit card, but I kept the $200 in cash just in case. I had like, almost $400. It was insane, but you can never be too careful. I only had a small suitcase and a leather bag. I started going over my checklist in my head, for the fifth time... since I got in the building.
Toothbrush?
Check.
Hairbrush?
Check.
Pajamas?
Check.
Plenty of underclothes?
Check.
Carl Costume, hat included?
Check, and double check.
Clothes for tomorrow?
Check.
Clothes for Monday?
Check.
Two nice outfits in case I decide to have a fancy meal or two?
Check.
Phone charger?
Check.
iPad?
Check.
iPad charger?
Check.
iPhone?
Check.
Earbuds?
Check
Shoes for all of my outfits?
Check.
Warm jacket for the plane?
Check.
Wallet with everything I need in it?
Check.
Gum?
Check.
Present to give Chandler?
Check.
Letters?
Check.
Tickets?
Check.

Okay, that's everything. When I come to I realize I'm now sitting in a seat at my gate, waiting for my plane. I check the board to see how far out my flight is, and it's actually not too far. Only ten minutes. So I just have to wait another hour before I'll be flying to LA. It should be about thirty minutes before I'm actually on the plane. Oh, this is going to be a fun fantasy time. I've got five hours and ten minutes of fantasy time. I never finished my fantasy from Christmas! Wow... I take a deep breath, trying to will myself to wait until I was on the plane. I get my phone out, pulling up Wattpad and searching through my library to see which story I wanted to read. I smile, seeing Online. I had read this one three times, but I still loved the book. (I absolutely love that book! If you're a Chandler Riggs fan you should totally read it. Amazing work, porchdickjr ) I open the book for the fourth time and begin to read it. Soon enough I'm being called to get on my flight. It was from Atlanta, and I was looking around to see if I could spot Chandler or someone. I couldn't though. I hand the lady my ticket from my pocket and let her scan it. I smile, and then get on the plane. I start my search for my seat soon after... a,b,c,d,e,f... F! I place my bag and jacket on my seat, lifting my suitcase over my head and stand on my toes as I struggle to get it in without hitting someone in the process. Strong arms take it, placing the suitcase in the cubby for me. I notice a familiar tattoo, but I can't place where I've seen it. I turn with a blush, smiling. "Thank you, sir..." I say, trailing off on the end when I realize it's Shawn Mendes. I blush even harder, and then I quickly get in my seat. Shawn slides in next to me, chuckling. "Looks like we're seat buddies for this flight." He says, and I give him a kind smile. I start picking at my limited edition Mercy sweatpants my parents got me for Christmas... from the official Shawn Mendes merchandise website. I had the matching hoodie to go with it, which I was wearing. It was obvious I was a major fan. "It looks like it." I say, fighting to give a normal smile instead of a crazy one. "I like your outfit." He chuckles, and I blush. "Th-Thank you..." I stutter, starting to pick at my nails instead of my sweats. So much for my fantasy... I'm not going to be able to focus now.

I laugh, handing Shawn a napkin so he can get the sour candy salt off his face. We were both headed to LA, which was great. We had actually talked, and I had quickly relaxed around him. He was a pretty cool guy. Not like, oh I want to date him cool, but more like oh, hey. Let's be friends. You're pretty cool. We were landing and Shawn was finishing up his sour gummy worms. "You're a cool guy, Mendes." I tease, a smirk appearing on my lips as I move in my seat in order to buckle up. We were about five minutes away from landing. I look over to see the brunette smiling at me. "You're pretty cool too, LaFoy." He chuckles, then frowns. "It's not as cool when you did it." He says, buckling back up as well. "So, what hotel are you staying in?" Shawn asks, and I think for a moment. "Continental Inn." I say, "Why do you ask?" I ask, and Shawn just smirks. Suddenly a sticky note gets stuck on my forehead with a laugh. I just giggle, taking the sticky square off my face. I look at it, studying the numbers. (A/N: I'm not sure if this is actually Shawn's number, or if this is even the area code for where he lives.) It took me a minute, but I realized it was Shawn's number. It was written as the following: