A Night in Paris

Chapter One: Airport

It was a crowded morning at the Los Angeles International Airport. On one side, at gate 8C, Persistence Waters stood with no patience, a wrinkled ticket tucked into the journal that acted as her only life source. On her back, there was a single black backpack, and on her hands, a single guitar case. The worn, baby-pink sweater that was paired with pants the color of the sky, were offering absolutely no protection to the cool weather. Her wavy, dark-chocolate hair was tied in a knot atop her head, several strands falling to frame her soft face, but stopping right before it hit her thin, black-framed glasses. With this act of wild spontaneity, Persistence could only think she was letting her younger sister down. But then again, she was doing this for her mother, and Hope could never understand that. It's only for one day, Persistence reminded herself. One more day before returning to this demoralizing life. Before her thoughts could spiral any further, Persistence's flight was called.

            "Now boarding the Air France flight 024 to Paris."

            On the other side of the airport, there was Nathan Haloway, a crooked grin on his mouth. He dashed down the hallways like a madman, ignoring the dirty looks others were sending him as he barreled along the gateways. It was no surprise that he was late. He's always lived recklessly. It was what made him, well, him. Sure, he was hard to figure out, but as an aspiring personal journalist, his job was to document everything he saw. And unless he was staring at a mirror, he did not care for himself as much as he did for his travels. The ticket in his hand rattled against the wind he was creating just by running down the hallway, but Nathan could not deny the rush of adrenaline he loved when he did this. He had bought the first flight he could find, and it was just about to fly without him. He reached gate 8C in record time. He could not contain the dazzling smile that tugged at his lips. The attendant looked at him, she looked at his stressed, black jeans, band tee, grey beanie, and his signature denim jacket with the grey hood. Then she looked at his ruffled, short hazel hair, his tall structure, and his no doubt handsome face. He was let in faster than anyone could say Paris, France.

            "Final boarding call for Air France flight 024 to Paris."

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A/N: And so it begins! I know this chapter was short, but don't worry, because I have a surprise. It's a double update! Keep going for chapter two. Don't be shy to comment! I'd love to know what you think. :)