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one//fae dalton

"yes mom, don't worry bout it. we'll be fine. anyone from dc are much tougher than those lousy californians anyway." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"youre from ireland too, so i trust you'll fend for your own. but i've been waitin for years to get the house to myself." she laughs.

"see ya in three weeks then, mum."

"i love you, babe."

"i love you too."

"alright, now get! iI gotta throw a party while your gone!" she jokes once again in her irish accent and I give her a look.

rachel is awkwardly standing alone, even though I know she loves my mother. i give one last hug and hook my arm in rachels. we walk towards the cabbie.

we throw our trunks in the back and hop inside. both of us put on earbuds and scroll through twitter. I yawn and lean my head back against the window, with my feet resting on rach. I hear her groan and i laugh.

i slide my headphones on and feel my eyelids get heavy, and loud music drowns out any thoughts other than getting to california.

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i hear a faint snickering and i rub my eyes open. i see rachel with a guilty look on my face and my camera, not well hidden behind her.

i wave my hand in front of my face, knowing fully well she was filming me sleeping.

"hi guyss!" i yawn half way. i pull my feet off of rachel and get re-situated.

"she woke up like this." rachel sings, i giggle and join her singing. beyonce is so hot omg

she shuts off the camera and turns to me.

"you slept forever. we're pulling up to the airport now." i look around and notice that we are indeed at the airport. i open the door and let out a small squeal.

"rachel i'm so excited."

"i know. me too."

"we're like, for real now."

"i know. plus we'll get to pick up the boys in cali." she wriggles her eyebrows up and down. when she says that, she basically means that she'll pick up boys in cali. boys don't like me. that's their loss because i'm pretty fckin rad. ok i hate myself.

"but i thought you were my boyfriend!?" i joke.

she rolls her eyes and laughs. she then puts on her backpack while i drag my suitcase and turn on my camera.

i angle it so you can also see rachel in the picture.

"heyoo. so me and rach just got to the airport and we're going to go through security right now, so we will see you later!"

we pass through security with ease, and were waiting at our terminal when i heard my name called. i glance up from my phone.

i see two young girls, possibly fourteen or so, kind of hugging each other and trying not to scream. i smile and get up from my seat. they seem like really good friends. i'm just hoping my guess is right and they are fans of me and rach.

"oh. my. god." i breathe, filling energy into every word. i near them.

"oh my god! is that- do you think that that's-" i gasp, for effect, and they look like they're very close to screaming.

"racHEL CHANDLER OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE HER VIDEOS!" the girls laugh, as do i, and i brush my hair over my ear. they're super cute girls awww!!!!

"people are staring, ya know." rachel is now hovering over me and i smile up at her.

"could-could we get a picture? we love your guys' videos." the smaller one asks.

"of course! you guys are so pretty, did you know that?" i ask.

they blush wildly.

"i like your accent."

"thank you, my dear. i'm a leprechaun! oi!" americans are always so curious about my accent. i don't really get it. if anything, people from america talk pretty damn weird.

"she sounds like niall horan." rachel adds because, of course, rachel loves comparing me to popular bands. (i s2g, rachel, tell me i'm just like scary spice one more time...)

"no, niall horan sounds like me!" i say proudly.

we snap like 80 pictures, and realize our flight was boarding. we say a quick goodbye and hurry onto the plane. rachel's in the middle and i'm in the aisle, across from another teenager.

"oh my god, you're fae dalton?" the girl sputters.

"yes ma'am." I smile. i love my fans.

"you're coming to la? wow that's amazing. i'm charlie." she sticks out a hand and i awkwardly shake it.

"are you from la?" i ask while flipping through a magazine.

"no. I'm from dc, but i'm going for a concert." i look up.

"is it one direction?" i ask with a lop sided grin. she shakes her head.

"i wish. it's 5sos."

"who?"

"5 seconds of summer? they're from australia and are having a tour in america."

i nod.

"so i take it that they're going to la then?"

"yep."

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she gets cooler i promise

thx fo reading and remember u r beautiful and cool and have a lot of swag

much love, emery !!