(Timeskip)
I sat 5 rows away from everyone else on the flight.
"Well, I'm alone..." I sighed. But I wasn't for long. A girl about my age, kinda cute, sat down next to me. She looked awfully familiar. Maybe I thought she looked like Madi or Hayden? No, her hair is way too dark to remind me of either of them. Anyway, she looked through her bag a bit and pulled out a book. She looks at me and, looking shocked she says, "W-Weston?"
And I remember.
♦Julie♦
I look around. I find my seat and plop down. There's a boy about my age sitting next to me. I root through my bags and find my favorite book. I turn to look up at the boy, and my eyes go wide with shock
"W-Weston?"
♦Weston♦
"Oh my god...Julie...is that you? I say, astounded.
"Oh my god!" She pulls me into a hug.
When I finally pull away, she says "I...I heard you died...in a car accident..."
"Nope, I only passed out."
"Well, i'm happy you're alive. I thought I would never see you again!"
"Me too." I say
We talk a while, catch up on the lost years, that kind of stuff. "How's your dad doing?"
"Oh, he's been dead for the last year." She says. Her eyes well up and she starts crying.
I hug her to make her feel comfortable. "I've done it again..."
"Again?"
"Yeah, we were 13, in the locker bay...I said something to make you cry..." I say.
"Oooh. Well anyway, I've just been wandering for the past few months, and I'm nearly out of money. I don't know what I'm going to do."
"You could stay with us" I suggest. "But nobody can know."
"Sounds great." She smiles.
