You Aren't Real... Right?

Chapter 8 * Welcome to California

Life's, a tangled web

Of cell phone calls and hashtag I Dont Knows

And you, are so caught up

In all the blnkng lghts and dial tones

My phone rang to my favourite 5Seconds of Summer song, signalling that someone was calling me. I clicked on the answer button, even though I could see that I didn't know the number. All that I could tell was that it was a Californian number.

"Hello," I asked into the phone.

"Hey, it's me," the other person said. I blinked a couple times before I responded.

"Who's me," I asked. The other person chuckled.

"Ethan? Ethan Calloway ring a bell," he asked. Realization dawned on me then. How could I have not realized it was his voice.

"Yea, right. Um why are you calling from a California number? I thought you were n Arizona?"

"Were being the operative word Mackenzie. My parents and I just landed. We're living here for a year. You busy right now?"

I looked around. I was in my room in the middle of a Pretty Little Liars marathon, but I would hardly call this busy.

"No, why?"

"Okay, good. Come to the airport. My parents have been teasing me like hell about meeting my girlfriend." I could hear the extra stress added as he said girlfriend. I laughed at his words but paused my mini marathon and got up.

"Alright. I should be there in like, thirty minutes maybe," I assured.  He grunted pleased with my decision and ended the call. I went to my closet and picked out a simple outfit, jeans and a blouse. I slipped on my converse before going downstairs. I grabbed the spare car keys and my phone. When I was ready I hopped in the car and drove to the airport.

About twenty minutes later I was waiting inside the port at terminal 3, where Ethan told me he would be. I looked around until i found the semi-familiar brown haired guy. He was standing in between two people, probably his parents. They looked like him a lot, actually. They both had brown hair, but only his mom had blue eyes. he took his dad's brown eyes.

"Mackenzie," he asked. I looked at him and realized he was coming closer with a forced smile. I smiled back and met him half way. He looked pretty good in a grey t-shirt and black jeans, with matching checkered vans.

"hey," i greeted. He pulled me into a hug and rest his head on my shoulder.

"Sorry I had to drag you here," he muttered.

"It's fne. I promise," I said, releasing him. He smiled at me before pulling me over to his parents.

"Mom, Dad this is Mackenzie," he introduced. We all exchanged hand shakes before going into light chatter. It wasn't long until it was time for them to leave. I smiled and waved them bye as I made my way to my car. They seemed like nice enough people, I thought as I drove back home.

When I reached home, I found that taxi that had been tailing me the whole way home was parking into the empty house beside mine. I watched as the Calloways piled out one at a time. I made my way over to them.

"Well hi, neighbours," I said as I met them on the pathway. They laughed and we talked for a bit until the movers started to haul in their things.

"Well I should get going," I said, walking back to my house. "Make sure to call if you need anything. My mom and I are very friendly people." They nodded their thanks before I retreated into my house.

A.N. Before you start, yes I know this was shit. It was horrible but I felt horrible for not updating. Sorry guys.