Coming Home (Jace Norman fanfiction) (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

I'm starting to think what a stupid idea it was. I haven't seen him in forever. But I thought since I'm moving to LA, I could see him again. Get back what we had, maybe something more. But it's crazy, I don't even have his phone number, just an old email address. I doubt he even uses anymore. To be honest, I don't even know if he remembers me. But I remember him. He's kind of hard to forget. His blond hair, his amazing smile, his laugh.... I lose myself in that thought, and a smile spreads over my face. But I shake myself out of it, and look out the front window of the car. I'm with my Dad on our way to LA with the last of our family's stuff. My Mom and my younger brother and sister are already at the new place. Most of our stuff has already been moved into the house. Moving sucks, because I know I will have to share a room now. Not that I hate my sister, it's just hard to share space with anyone, especially when you're trying to start over. New school. New friends. New everything. Except maybe him. Ugh. There I go again, wistful thinking. I remind myself to focus. I look over at my Dad. He has the radio turned up pretty loud, listening to some music that I don't recognize. Probably because it's from before I was born. Whatever.
"How much longer before we're there?" I ask. My Dad leans forward, and turns the radio down, so it's easier to talk.
"We still have about hour left. Maybe try and get some sleep, ok? We'll be there before you know it!" He smiles and turns the radio back up. I smile back, before turning to look out the passenger side window. The landscape rolls by. I close my eyes and try to sleep, but it's impossible. My mind is instantly filled with thoughts of him. Believe me, I'm not always like this. A month ago, he barely crossed my mind. But when my parents told me we were moving to LA for my Mom's new job, that's when I started thinking about him. Thinking about what it would it be like to see him again. I missed the old days. It was never the same after he moved. Sure I had other friends, but I always used to hang out with him. An old memory crosses my mind. We're sitting on the beach, a few of our other friends are there too. The sun is setting, and we're watching as the last rays disappear behind the horizon. A random guy goes running past, he trips and falls a few feet from us. I'm doing my best not to laugh, I do feel a bit sorry for the guy. Then HE, leans over, that stupid grin on his face, he whispers something funny to me, and I can't help but start to laugh. And not just a giggle. A full out laugh. The guy who fell gives me a dirty look and yells;
"What are you looking at!" And then continues on his way. As soon as the guy is gone, HE turns to me and says;
"Geez Katie! Why are you so mean?" He grins, and I punch him lightly on the arm. The memory fades away, and I'm back in my car again. I guess I should I call him "J" for now. It might be a bit less confusing. My best friend, Karly, doesn't even know about the crush I have on him. I didn't want her to know, since she used to be friends with him too. I push all thoughts of J and my old home out of my head, and try to think about tomorrow. I can't wait for it. As a moving present, my siblings and I get to explore the sights and sounds of LA. The thought of "what if I see J", crosses my mind, but I push it out of my head. I make myself calm down, and focus on sleeping. It's hardly been a minute, but I fall asleep.