I'm in love with a Devil

Chapter 2 (FINAL REWRITE)

(Your pov)

I closed my eyes for a while before we took off and started flying to Japan, and just after a minute, I hear someone sitting down next to me so I open my eyes to see who it is. It's a guy with blond hair who is, wearing white. Probably a part of his religion or something, I turn away and look out the window until he spoke up. "You look different." He says and I look at him "Excuse you?" he smiles, "You don't remember me?" he asks. I shake my head no, "I'm sorry if I am supposed to remember you. I don't have a good memory." I tell him but he still smiles at me and looks the other way and says "You will soon. If you want to." he says to me. I think. I wasn't too sure and after that, he was done talking to me so I pulled out my earbuds and my phone. And started to listen to some music as I closed my eyes.

(Timeskip)

After what seemed like a few minutes to me but was actually, a few hours later, I was getting shaken by someone. Trying to wake me up, I opened my eyes and I see that blond-haired guy again. I take out my earbuds and he tells me "Come on, the plane landed." "Oh" was all I could say as I got up and grabbed my bags to get off the airplane so I could go to the airport. I got my bags off the carousel one last time and went out to go get a taxi so I could go to my place. It still feels weird that my parents won't be here with me for my last five years. But it was bound to happen sooner or later really. As I think this in the car it suddenly stops and I see my place. My own adventure. I explored the house that will be all mine for a while, and it's really spacious and big. (Its a word now) But at least I only had to decorate my room the rest of the house is and it looks really good. It never takes me long to get settled in really, but at least have friends for a little bit longer than a year. 

It'll diffidently feel wired for staying here for about five years. But at least I'll get the full experience of Japan, I always like their traditions and holidays. I always found them fascinating. I was writing about my plane ride in my travel book until I heard the door being knocked upon. (Another new word. Deal with it.) I get up to see who it is, and to my surprise, it's that blond guy on the plane who sat next to me.

"Hi?" I tell him looking for an explanation of why he was there, but he just gave me a blank face and said "You don't remember me at all?". I look at him confused "Am I supposed to?" I ask him and all he can do is just stare at me disappointed like how a father would scold a child. "Are you gonna just keep staring at me?" I ask him a little bit upset, I really hate it when people just stare at me like I'm an idiot. "Sorry." Was all he said and with that, he left, as I shut the door "Such a creep," I told myself, did he like stock me or something? I guess I'll have to watch out for that guy And as I sit back down the door once again is knocked upon "I can't sit for one minute can I?" I get up to see who it is this time and I see a short girl who's about 5'' 3' and a guy who's 5''4' "We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." she says cheerfully.

I smile, I'm not good with my words when I meet new people so all could I say was, "It's nice to meet you.".