That Morning In the Coffee Shop

Landed

Chapter 1
Skyler's POV:
As I walked off the boarding gate, I looked at all the people meeting up with their families, or their long lost lovers as they landed. The LAX airport was so not what I expected it to look like. The floors were so shiny like they had just been waxed, and the windows were so huge that the entire sunlight was blinding. I would also get that immediate whiff of the food in the food courts which made my fat Ass drool. I have come to LA with my stunningly model Bestfriend... Rachel. Not going to lie, she was quite talkative on the plane ride, that I had to grab my headphones just so I wouldn't have to listen to another peep coming out of her mouth. But also, I'm not joking about the model part, she's stunning. Rachel has beautiful long blonde hair that reaches her waist, and a little wavy when the breeze moves it. She is also 5'6 and has stunning slim legs that make her curves stand out. Her face is skinny, with a quite sharp jawline, and she has the most beautiful blue eyes that I have ever seen, almost like the ocean. Rachel's style is more on the chic side. She enjoys wearing heels and expensive sunglasses that I can find at the gas station for cheap. Rachel loves wearing dresses, skirts, all of that, way different from me... my style is garbage. Sometimes I wish I looked like her and felt as confident, but that will never happen. However, along the years I have noticed that even though yes, guys notice her first when I'm with her, I've realized that most times Rachel plays dumb to get the guys, when she deserves the world because she is actually very intelligent. She's had 6 ex-boyfriends who have all treated her like shit instead of the queen that she is, but it's okay because I know someone will come along and treat her way better.

It was fall and nothing interesting was going on in Colorado for me, so I decided to join her on the modeling gig she booked in LA. Of course, my lazy ass didn't plan on joining Rachel on this long journey, but I also didn't exactly plan on staying home for months all alone. See, when I'm home alone all I do is sleep, eat, and repeat. I sometimes workout but that's only if I'm feeling motivated.

"See! Look around, it's beautiful isn't it." Her voice all annoying and perky."Yeah definitely... watching this man next to me devour his pretzel is so enlightening!" My voice filled with pure sarcasm as I mocked her voice.

"Oh my—Skyler! Don't be rude!" She fused, "She did not mean that sir." Rachel smiled at him while pulling me away by my arm harshly. "OW! Excuse you? But that hurt" I spat.

"Oh c'mon Skyler, lighten up a little, I brought you out here so you can have fun," Rachel spoke with such a demanding voice, "not so you can mope around like you did back home." She rolled her eyes. "I don't mope" I said while crossing my arms, "I just sit on the couch for hours, watching sad movies while eating ice cream." I said with such proudness in my voice. "That's moping idiot!" Rachel yelled with such impatience in her voice, as she smacked the back of my head. "Again... OWWW!" I yelled while rubbing the back of my head.

I didn't say anything to her after that because she wasn't exactly, completely wrong. Back home I was just a struggling actress while cheering on my Bestfriend as she watched all of her dreams come true. And then there is me. All I did was complain to Rachel day and night, about how if I wouldn't have dropped out of college to pursue acting, I wouldn't be in this mopey place that my mind has created. After sitting on those hard chairs at the airport that made my my butt become numb for hours waiting on Rachel's manager, I decided to get up that horrid chair and wander off into one of those gift shops at the airport. Not going to lie, it was a quite boring gift shop with only 'I love LA' mugs, and cringey t-shirts. Not only that, but it smelled quite horrid in here as well, kinda like bathroom cleaning supplies. I looked through shelves and found some ibuprofen, I immediately snatched two bottles off the shelf because I was going to need it if I was going to be dealing with Rachel for months. As I made my way through the store, I noticed a lot of dirt and trash on the floor which honestly made me want to hurl but I kept it in for my sake of embarrassment. I was about to get the hell out of there until I noticed a beautiful journal at the back of the store. I made my way to the back of the store, and there it was. Even though it was just black, with a page divider, and the band on the outside that holds it shut... I still thought it was beautiful. I grasped it and hugged it. When I turned around to where the clerk was standing, I realized I looked like an idiot so I stopped before I made myself look like an even bigger fool. I made my way to the cashier and handed the man my two bottles of ibuprofen, and my black journal.
"That's going to be $17.50" The clerk spoke with such misery like he hated his job. "Okay here's a 20." I realized in the corner of my eye that he was glaring at me, "Do you need something?" I asked the clerk while mildly being creeped out. He didn't say anything and just handed my my change.

I walked out of that store quite happy with the new purchase I have made, and glad that I was out of the creeps' sight. As I made my way back to Rachel I realized that I made it in time because it was time to go.

"Finally! Where have you been Skye?" Rachel fused. "I was in that gift shop, and I got this beautiful journal!" I spoke for the first time with enthusiasm, "Wanna see?" She was more focused on getting out of here. "Uh huh cool cool Skye, get your stuff because we're late!" Rachel yelled while helping me with my guitar case.

We exited the airport and saw the black SUV pull up on the side. One of the men in suits helped me put my baggage in the trunk, alongside Rachel's largely amount of bags. It was already 6pm and I was feeling drained and home sick at the same time. On the car ride towards our place of stay, I realized it was way nicer than I imagined. The way the sky looked so blue and the buildings passing us by were so breathtaking. I rolled down the window and let the breeze of the wind hit my hair as it fell on my face. I thought, maybe this wasn't going to be a bad idea, just maybe. I later ended up passing out on Rachel's shoulder.