And Then She Grew Up

Chapter 16

Emily's POV:

"Oh, thank God were out of that plane." Angie sighs, "I was about to lose my mind."

"This is the first time I'm agreeing with you." Niko groans.

We had all been in the plane for 15 enervating hours. Sitting on a seat. Staring at a T.V. Or in Angie and Niko's case, arguing. I was exhausted.

"What time is it?" I mumble sleepily. If jet-lag could kill, I would have been dead an hour ago.

"Uhh.." Niko looks at his watch, "About 3:40." He mumbles. It was currently pitch black outside of the airport, lights shining dimly on the empty roads as the stars shone brightly in the clear, night sky.

"Who's picking us up?" I say flopping down on my suitcase and putting my head in my hands.

"Ryder." Niko states.

"Who the heck is Ryan?" Angie interrupts.

"Ryder." He corrects.

"Ang, I mean this in the nicest way possible, please shut up." I say.

She scoffs, "Fine."

"Who's Ryder?" I ask.

"My best mate." Niko replies. Only when he used the Australian slang could I really get a good listen in on his slight accent. Awh.

"Oh." I stated blandly, my mouth curving into the shape of an 'o'.

Emma's POV:

"Hi this is Angie's phone, sorry I can't come to the phone right now please leav-"

"Oh whatever." I huff as I angrily stuff my phone into my back pocket.

Neither Angie or Emily were answering their phones. They are 2 hours late to a movie we were supposed to see together.

"Well if it isn't Emma." I turn to see Will.... Of course.

"What do you want." I ask nonchalantly.

"Oh nothing, it just seems you're alone and I was going to be nice and keep you company until your friends get here." Mhm... Surreeee. Wait.

"Why do you think I'm waiting for my friends?" I ask suspiciously.

"Who goes to the movies alone?" He retorts.

Good point.

"Go away." I mutter, walking away.

"Emma wait!"

"What?" I ask.

"Wanna see a movie with me?" He asks taking out a movie ticket with a wide grin.

Emily's POV:

I'm woken up from my, deep, uncomfortable, slumber abruptly by a horn honking. Oi, I had fallen asleep on my suitcase. How pleasant.

"Angie, get off of me." I hear Niko order as I slowly attempt to gather all of my knowledge back together while rolling off of my bag.

"No." She barks in more of a groaning manner.

"Ryder's here," he adds in, and then I hear someone grunt. He must've pushed her off.

"Aarghmscjakcmaojg," I yawn, awkwardly lifting myself off of the cement ground before coming face to face with a very attractive, blue-eyed surfer male. From what I could make out thanks to the dimly lot light posts, his hair was a mix of a dirty blonde, and just plain beach blonde.

"Well hello to you too," he states, eyes widened slightly as he stared blankly at me. Frick, I'm sure I looked absolutely irresistible; with my messy bun 10x more messier than usual and my face completely drained from the lack of sleep. At least I wasn't wearing make up, or I probably would look like the actual, living Joker.