We Look Like Idiots

Chapter Nine

I landed in California. It was nice here, I could smell the autumn air. I walked off the plane and looked everywhere for my aunt and uncle. But I couldn't find them and my phone had died. I went and picked up my bag. I sat down in a chair and kept looking for my Aunt or Uncle. There was no sign. I finally gave up and asked to borrow this guys phone. He let me use it and I called my aunt and she said they were by the baggage claim.

"Thank you for letting me use your phone." I said handing it back to him.

"You can repay me by giving me your number." He smiled at me. He wasn't bad looking at all, but I had a boyfriend. But whatever it's not like I'm gonna start dating this guy.

"Okay sure." I said to him.

He handed me his phone I put in my name as Skye The Hot Chick From The Airport, and then entered my number. I handed it back to him and he smiled at me.

"Well I have to go by Aunt is waiting for me." I said pointing toward baggage claim.

"Alright I'll text you at 7." He said smiling. "Oh I'm Scott by the way." He put out his hand to shake.

"I'm Skye." I said shaking his hand. Then I left and walked toward baggage claim.

When I saw my aunt I ran up and hugged her, I was only gone a week but she was like my second mother. I hugged my Uncle too, who was like my second dad. We walked to the car and then drove back to our house. When I got home I went to my bedroom and laid on my bed. It felt so relaxing, but I had dance tonight. I got up and walked to my closet. I put on my tights, sports bra, leotard, and spankies. I grabbed my dance bag and walked down stairs. I opened my fridge and grabbed a water bottle and put it in my bag. I set my bag down near the front door. I walked back up stairs and plugged in my phone so it could charge. I then walked to the bathroom to put my hair up. I first bumped my bangs then put the rest of my hair into a pony tail. I took out my earrings and washed all my makeup off. I never wear makeup to dance or cheer. After I was done I walked back to my room and my phone had finally turned on. I checked it and I had a missed call from Luke. I crawled up onto my bed (I had a loft bed) and I called Luke back.

"Hello beautiful." He said to me.

"Hey sorry my phone died on the flight."

"It's okay, can you FaceTime?"

"Yeah I can."

Then he facetimed me and he was laying on the couch. Even though it was 11 am there. We talked for a while but I had to go 30 minutes later.

"We look like idiots." We said. I guess that was our "I love you."