Drama
Chapter 1: LA Bound
“Happy birthday!” my mom says, and hands me a small rectangular box. I open the box to find 4 plane tickets to LA and a key.
“W-what is all this?” I ask, smiling.
“We found you an apartment in Hollywood, and that’s your key,” my dad answers, also smiling.
“Really?!” I exclaim, pulling out the key and holding it in my hand.
“And the plane tickets, we’re coming with you to LA to get you all settled in your new home,” my mom explains.
“Oh my God, thank you, thank you, thank you!” I scream, and give them a big hug.
“Now that you’re 18, we figured it’s time for you to live on your own, too. This is your job, your life. I can’t wait to see the show on TV, either!” my mom says.
Hold up, I need to back it up a little. I’m an actress, and have been my whole life. I just landed a lead role in the new pilot show, Deep Secrets. It’s my first ever show and being the lead role just amazes me. I’ve been wanting to break in to the acting industry for a long time, and now I finally have.
Wait, if I’m going to tell you my story right, I need to start from the very beginning.
I have been interested in acting since I was basically born. My first play was when I was 5 years old, just a little something I did in my kindergarten class. As the years progressed, I began performing in so many plays and musicals, I’ve lost count.
My mom also tells me that when I was very young, at the start of my acting, I used to sing and dance and pretend I was a movie star on the red carpet. She would dress me in princess outfits and hold a camera at the end of a pretend carpet and film me strutting down the hallway, waving to my invisible fans, and signing autographs (supplied by my dad and my older brother). Whenever she pulled out the video camera, I was always in front of it doing some random stuff. I always had something prepared.
But as I grew up, acting became part of me and I never wanted to stop doing it. I realized how much fun it would be if I got to be in the film industry, something that has interested me ever since I started watching TV. Basically, I only watch TV now because I study their acting. The shows I like are based off of their acting, and there are shows I watch because it’s interesting. But if a show has actors who can’t act, I immediately turn it off.
That’s why when I was 11, my mom signed me up for an audition for a kids commercial. I didn’t land a role, but she started researching about the film industry and found out I need to get an agent. They help a lot with giving information on upcoming auditions that would be perfect for the actor. Soon, I was booked with tons of auditions, and I landed some really good commercials. Throughout my junior high school life, I’d say I’ve done about fifty commercials.
But then high school came, and my mom wanted me to stick to my classes. I couldn’t blame her, school isn’t bad for me. Because I’ve broken into the film industry a little bit, a lot of people seem to like me. I wouldn’t necessarily call myself “popular,” but I have a lot of good friends. I have had friends who only want to hang out with me because I’m in the industry, but ever since high school came and I haven’t been as active in the industry, I’ve figured out who my real friends are, and I’m ok with that. I don’t need a lot of friends.
Then, right before senior year began, we got a call from my agent. The producers and directors from “Red Light Studios” were looking for young adults for this new show and they got my name and saw what I’ve done in the industry. They called up my agent and asked if I would like to audition. I fit the description for one of the characters and they wanted to see if I had enough acting experience to act the character. So before summer ended, I went in and auditioned, and I had to go through a couple of auditions before the most nerve-wracking phone call was made. Right before Christmas, my agent called us and told us that I had landed the role of the character they wanted me to play. They thought I had plenty of experience and I acted out the character very well, I was well-mannered and humble during every audition, I had great charisma, charming smile, and a spark that lit up when I stepped on the stage. I could not contain my excitement once I got the call. Everyone was so proud of me and I was blown away. I couldn’t believe it.
My agent gave me the details about the show. She said it would start rehearsals in late June in Hollywood, and that would mean I would have to move there. That’s why my mom’s present for me on my 18th birthday in May were 4 tickets to LA and a key to my very own apartment.
Now two weeks later, I find myself packing up as much stuff as I can in two suitcases. My bedroom looks a little bare without the posters of my favorite artists and pictures of me and my friends. My closet is completely cleaned out along with my dark, wooden dresser. My flight leaves late tonight and it’s still early afternoon, so I decide to take a walk along the beach just down the road.
The beach is not too crowded, just a few little kids running around and making sand castles. Once I reach the shoreline, I immediately turn and walk to the left. The left side of the beach is quieter and hardly anyone comes on this side. I walk slowly through the soft, warm sand and look out across the gleaming water. I’m going to miss this place. Of course I’ll come and visit whenever I can, but something in the pit of my stomach makes me realize that even though I’ll come back, I won’t be able to be here every day. I come to this beach so often, you could say I practically live here. But it’s not just the beach I’ll miss, my home, this city, my friends, my family, everything I’ve ever known I’m going to miss. I’ve been living here in this small busy city my whole life. I’ve never lived anywhere else. And the thought of moving to Hollywood, my dream, no doubt, scares the shit out of me. I mean, I’ve wanted to for a long time, but now that it’s really happening, I don’t know if I can handle it. There’s so much that could go wrong, but there’s so much more that can go right.
I sit down in my favorite spot, a small grassy area not too far from the shoreline. There’s about two feet of golden sand in between the water and my grassy area. As far as I know, my friends and I are the only ones who visit this spot. The light green grass welcomes me as I lower my body to the ground. The glowing sun shines across the blue waters and reflects off of my face, giving me a slight sign. Am I going to be shining in the spotlight, just as the sun’s reflection is on me now? Am I going to be who I’ve always wanted to be, living in Hollywood and performing my heart out? Is this real? Am I really going to Hollywood?
“I knew you were going to be here,” a voice says from behind me, making me jump. I’d know that voice anywhere, but I turn around just to make sure.
“Oh my God, Cameron, don’t scare me like that!” I laugh, playfully shoving him aside as he relaxes himself next to me.
Cameron is my best friend, the one I can trust, the one I can count on for anything, the one who understands me the most. He’s been here the longest, and I just realized, he’s the one I’m going to miss the most. We’ve never thought about dating, it’s always been the most amazing friendship, and that’s all we are, nothing more, nothing less.
“Sorry. I stopped at your house a few minutes ago and your mom said you had gone to the beach, and I instantly knew this was where you were, and guess what? I was right,” he says.
“Ok, well don’t rub it in. It’s not something you should be proud of,” I tell him.
“What, being right about you being here?” he asks.
“Yeah, if you brag about it, people might think you’re a stalker,” I say, looking at him and smiling.
“I am not a stalker!” he exclaims, putting his hands in the air.
“Hahaha, calm down, calm down, I was just kidding!” I laugh. He rolls his eyes and becomes silent, his smile fading from his face as he looks across the water.
“Today’s the day, huh,” he says.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”
“You’re crazy talented, and you would be nuts if you didn’t go,” Cameron replies.
“I’m going to miss you so much, Cam,” I tell him, turning my head and looking at him. He notices and looks at me, too.
“Not as much as me,” he utters. He takes my hand in his and squeezes it. He looks me in the eyes and I can tell he is pained by me leaving.
“But there’s one thing I need to do before you leave,” he whispers, and his head slowly comes closer. My heart beats faster and faster until I’m pretty sure it’s going to explode when his lips come in contact with mine, soft and gentle. My eyes flutter closed and I kiss him back, not wanting this to end. His hand runs up and down my back, gently pushing me closer to him, until I feel his chest on mine. I have never felt this way before, about anyone. Sure I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends and him with girlfriends, but I can feel that this is more special than anyone we’ve ever dated. Then it hits me: does this mean we’re dating? But I’m going to be leaving!
“Cam, stop,” I breathe, pulling away. Why did I let myself get into this mess? I can’t help but to avoid eye contact with him.
“Lei, I-I’m sorry,” he stutters. “I just wanted you to know how I felt before you’re gone.”
“I-I know, and maybe I have feelings for you, too, but I don’t think I can keep up a long-distance relationship right now, not when there’s so much stuff ahead of me.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll just go,” he says, and gets up.
“No, Cam, wait.” I pull on his arm and stand up, too. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you, too, and that kiss was amazing, and I wish we could have been something more, but if only I wasn’t leaving.”
“I want you to go, but at the same time, I don’t. I want you to be here with me and have more amazing kisses like that, and-“
“Believe me, Cam, I do, but I need to go. I can’t just pass up an opportunity like this, especially when I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life.”
He stands there for a minute, not saying anything.
“Maybe you can come and visit me when I’m on break,” I tell him. “I would love that, and there’s so much we can do in LA.”
He smiles slightly and I know I won him over. He takes the one step to close the gap between us and intertwines my fingers with his.
“I’d love that too,” he says, and kisses me again, shorter than the last time, but the only time we’ll be able to.
“Come on, we’d better get you back,” he adds, and leads the way back, not letting go of my hand.
We walk the length of the beach, hand in hand, talking about what we could do in LA. We reach my house and he drops my hand as we enter through the front door.
“I’m home!” I yell, closing the door behind us.
“Good! We need to get going or we’ll be late!” my mom shouts, coming into view. She looks completely stressed, her hair going every which way and her clothes wrinkly and untucked. Suitcases line the hallway and my mom goes to pack a last minute item.
“Hey, Mrs. Tesley,” Cameron awkwardly introduces.
“Oh, hey Cameron, sorry, we’ve been busy all day,” my mom replies, not looking up at him. She finishes packing and stands up.
“We’ll be leaving in a few minutes, Leila, are you all ready?”
I sigh and put on a smile. “Yeah, I just want to take one last look.”
“Ok, but don’t be too long. Cameron, are you coming with us to the airport?” she asks.
“I would love to, but my parents were planning a family movie night tonight,” Cam responds. My mom smiles.
“Well, tell your parents I say hello and we’ll be back in a few days.” She turns around and starts running throughout the house.
I turn around and begin walking up the stairs. Cameron follows and we enter my bedroom.
“Woah,” Cam says, looking around.
“I know,” I reply. My instincts take me to my window, where I instantly sit on the hard, wooden windowsill, no more soft cushions and pillows to make it more comfortable. Cameron is still standing in the doorway, done being surprised with my empty bedroom and his expression now low.
“Look, Lei, I’m sorry about the kiss-“
“Cam, stop, what’s done is done, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Are you mad at me?”
I turn around and look at him. “I could never be mad at you, I’m just not sure what to make of it. I do have the same feelings, but because of everything that’s happening, I just can’t-“
“I know, I know, and I’m sorry,” he apologizes. My lips form a smile.
“Stop saying you’re sorry, you’re sounding pathetic,” I giggle.
“I’m pathetic?” he asks, surprised but laughing along. I stand up and take some steps towards him.
“Yes,” step. “you,” step. “are.” Step. Step.
“If I’m so pathetic, then why did we kiss?” he asks smartly.
“That’s it,” I say, and start tickling him. He falls back on my bed, laughing. I continue tickling him until we’re both out of breath. I lay on the bed next to him, staring at my ceiling.
“Lei,” Cameron begins, “I-I love you…”
Hearing those words from him breaks my heart. I love him, too. I know I do. But we can’t be a thing, not now. I don’t know about forever, but at the same time, I don’t know when I’m coming back home. I don’t think I’m ever coming back here to live here. The acting jobs I’ve always wanted to be a part of are there in LA, right underneath my fingertips. My whole life is ahead of me, everything I’ve always dreamed of. I can’t turn back now, even if…
“I love you, too, Cam,” I say, looking up at him. His eyes meet mine and the bond between us is stronger than it ever has been. I can feel the sparks flying inside of me and my heart reaching out to let him in. I want him, more than ever, here and now.
“Lei! Come on, we’re leaving!” my mom yells. Her shout breaks us apart and we scramble off of my bed.
“So this is it,” Cam says.
“Yeah,” I reply, avoiding his eye contact. I walk out the doorway but before I can descend the stairs, my arm is yanked back and my body turns. Face to face with Cameron, his lips meet mine and the sweet taste of his sugary lips makes me want to stay here, maybe I should forget about LA. Maybe my life is supposed to be with Cameron, maybe I’m just pushing myself to go after my dream that is, just a dream.
We break apart and our eyes meet for one more second before I change my mind. This is crazy, I can’t just think like this. Everything I’ve ever wanted is just one airplane away. But what if I want Cameron too?
“Lei!” my mom shouts again from outside.
“See you later?” Cameron asks, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Yeah, see you later,” I reply, and with one more last glance, I decline down the stairs and outside. The car door is open for me and I climb inside. My dad is still in the house, and as he exits the front door, he is accompanied by Cameron. Cam walks down the driveway and waves at us as my dad climbs in the car and we drive away.
The drive takes an hour but we reach the airport with no problem. My dad and my brother unload the suitcases from the car while my mom and I enter the airport and figure out where we’re supposed to go. We don’t travel a whole lot, so planes aren’t our strongest subject. We check in our luggage and we have about 2 hours until our flight leaves. We manage to kill time and soon we are on the plane. Since it’s late, I end up falling asleep right away.
I wake up a few minutes before we start descending. Wow, I can’t believe I was that tired. The flight was only 5 hours long, but then again, we left really late. We also went back in time, you could say, because it’s basically the same time here in LA as it was back home. We pass through the night and land around 10 ‘o clock in LA.
We get off the airplane and find our luggage. My mom booked us a hotel for that night, knowing we would be landing late in LA. We take a taxi to our hotel and I’m still really tired, so I crash once I get on the bed.
“W-what is all this?” I ask, smiling.
“We found you an apartment in Hollywood, and that’s your key,” my dad answers, also smiling.
“Really?!” I exclaim, pulling out the key and holding it in my hand.
“And the plane tickets, we’re coming with you to LA to get you all settled in your new home,” my mom explains.
“Oh my God, thank you, thank you, thank you!” I scream, and give them a big hug.
“Now that you’re 18, we figured it’s time for you to live on your own, too. This is your job, your life. I can’t wait to see the show on TV, either!” my mom says.
Hold up, I need to back it up a little. I’m an actress, and have been my whole life. I just landed a lead role in the new pilot show, Deep Secrets. It’s my first ever show and being the lead role just amazes me. I’ve been wanting to break in to the acting industry for a long time, and now I finally have.
Wait, if I’m going to tell you my story right, I need to start from the very beginning.
I have been interested in acting since I was basically born. My first play was when I was 5 years old, just a little something I did in my kindergarten class. As the years progressed, I began performing in so many plays and musicals, I’ve lost count.
My mom also tells me that when I was very young, at the start of my acting, I used to sing and dance and pretend I was a movie star on the red carpet. She would dress me in princess outfits and hold a camera at the end of a pretend carpet and film me strutting down the hallway, waving to my invisible fans, and signing autographs (supplied by my dad and my older brother). Whenever she pulled out the video camera, I was always in front of it doing some random stuff. I always had something prepared.
But as I grew up, acting became part of me and I never wanted to stop doing it. I realized how much fun it would be if I got to be in the film industry, something that has interested me ever since I started watching TV. Basically, I only watch TV now because I study their acting. The shows I like are based off of their acting, and there are shows I watch because it’s interesting. But if a show has actors who can’t act, I immediately turn it off.
That’s why when I was 11, my mom signed me up for an audition for a kids commercial. I didn’t land a role, but she started researching about the film industry and found out I need to get an agent. They help a lot with giving information on upcoming auditions that would be perfect for the actor. Soon, I was booked with tons of auditions, and I landed some really good commercials. Throughout my junior high school life, I’d say I’ve done about fifty commercials.
But then high school came, and my mom wanted me to stick to my classes. I couldn’t blame her, school isn’t bad for me. Because I’ve broken into the film industry a little bit, a lot of people seem to like me. I wouldn’t necessarily call myself “popular,” but I have a lot of good friends. I have had friends who only want to hang out with me because I’m in the industry, but ever since high school came and I haven’t been as active in the industry, I’ve figured out who my real friends are, and I’m ok with that. I don’t need a lot of friends.
Then, right before senior year began, we got a call from my agent. The producers and directors from “Red Light Studios” were looking for young adults for this new show and they got my name and saw what I’ve done in the industry. They called up my agent and asked if I would like to audition. I fit the description for one of the characters and they wanted to see if I had enough acting experience to act the character. So before summer ended, I went in and auditioned, and I had to go through a couple of auditions before the most nerve-wracking phone call was made. Right before Christmas, my agent called us and told us that I had landed the role of the character they wanted me to play. They thought I had plenty of experience and I acted out the character very well, I was well-mannered and humble during every audition, I had great charisma, charming smile, and a spark that lit up when I stepped on the stage. I could not contain my excitement once I got the call. Everyone was so proud of me and I was blown away. I couldn’t believe it.
My agent gave me the details about the show. She said it would start rehearsals in late June in Hollywood, and that would mean I would have to move there. That’s why my mom’s present for me on my 18th birthday in May were 4 tickets to LA and a key to my very own apartment.
Now two weeks later, I find myself packing up as much stuff as I can in two suitcases. My bedroom looks a little bare without the posters of my favorite artists and pictures of me and my friends. My closet is completely cleaned out along with my dark, wooden dresser. My flight leaves late tonight and it’s still early afternoon, so I decide to take a walk along the beach just down the road.
The beach is not too crowded, just a few little kids running around and making sand castles. Once I reach the shoreline, I immediately turn and walk to the left. The left side of the beach is quieter and hardly anyone comes on this side. I walk slowly through the soft, warm sand and look out across the gleaming water. I’m going to miss this place. Of course I’ll come and visit whenever I can, but something in the pit of my stomach makes me realize that even though I’ll come back, I won’t be able to be here every day. I come to this beach so often, you could say I practically live here. But it’s not just the beach I’ll miss, my home, this city, my friends, my family, everything I’ve ever known I’m going to miss. I’ve been living here in this small busy city my whole life. I’ve never lived anywhere else. And the thought of moving to Hollywood, my dream, no doubt, scares the shit out of me. I mean, I’ve wanted to for a long time, but now that it’s really happening, I don’t know if I can handle it. There’s so much that could go wrong, but there’s so much more that can go right.
I sit down in my favorite spot, a small grassy area not too far from the shoreline. There’s about two feet of golden sand in between the water and my grassy area. As far as I know, my friends and I are the only ones who visit this spot. The light green grass welcomes me as I lower my body to the ground. The glowing sun shines across the blue waters and reflects off of my face, giving me a slight sign. Am I going to be shining in the spotlight, just as the sun’s reflection is on me now? Am I going to be who I’ve always wanted to be, living in Hollywood and performing my heart out? Is this real? Am I really going to Hollywood?
“I knew you were going to be here,” a voice says from behind me, making me jump. I’d know that voice anywhere, but I turn around just to make sure.
“Oh my God, Cameron, don’t scare me like that!” I laugh, playfully shoving him aside as he relaxes himself next to me.
Cameron is my best friend, the one I can trust, the one I can count on for anything, the one who understands me the most. He’s been here the longest, and I just realized, he’s the one I’m going to miss the most. We’ve never thought about dating, it’s always been the most amazing friendship, and that’s all we are, nothing more, nothing less.
“Sorry. I stopped at your house a few minutes ago and your mom said you had gone to the beach, and I instantly knew this was where you were, and guess what? I was right,” he says.
“Ok, well don’t rub it in. It’s not something you should be proud of,” I tell him.
“What, being right about you being here?” he asks.
“Yeah, if you brag about it, people might think you’re a stalker,” I say, looking at him and smiling.
“I am not a stalker!” he exclaims, putting his hands in the air.
“Hahaha, calm down, calm down, I was just kidding!” I laugh. He rolls his eyes and becomes silent, his smile fading from his face as he looks across the water.
“Today’s the day, huh,” he says.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”
“You’re crazy talented, and you would be nuts if you didn’t go,” Cameron replies.
“I’m going to miss you so much, Cam,” I tell him, turning my head and looking at him. He notices and looks at me, too.
“Not as much as me,” he utters. He takes my hand in his and squeezes it. He looks me in the eyes and I can tell he is pained by me leaving.
“But there’s one thing I need to do before you leave,” he whispers, and his head slowly comes closer. My heart beats faster and faster until I’m pretty sure it’s going to explode when his lips come in contact with mine, soft and gentle. My eyes flutter closed and I kiss him back, not wanting this to end. His hand runs up and down my back, gently pushing me closer to him, until I feel his chest on mine. I have never felt this way before, about anyone. Sure I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends and him with girlfriends, but I can feel that this is more special than anyone we’ve ever dated. Then it hits me: does this mean we’re dating? But I’m going to be leaving!
“Cam, stop,” I breathe, pulling away. Why did I let myself get into this mess? I can’t help but to avoid eye contact with him.
“Lei, I-I’m sorry,” he stutters. “I just wanted you to know how I felt before you’re gone.”
“I-I know, and maybe I have feelings for you, too, but I don’t think I can keep up a long-distance relationship right now, not when there’s so much stuff ahead of me.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll just go,” he says, and gets up.
“No, Cam, wait.” I pull on his arm and stand up, too. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you, too, and that kiss was amazing, and I wish we could have been something more, but if only I wasn’t leaving.”
“I want you to go, but at the same time, I don’t. I want you to be here with me and have more amazing kisses like that, and-“
“Believe me, Cam, I do, but I need to go. I can’t just pass up an opportunity like this, especially when I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life.”
He stands there for a minute, not saying anything.
“Maybe you can come and visit me when I’m on break,” I tell him. “I would love that, and there’s so much we can do in LA.”
He smiles slightly and I know I won him over. He takes the one step to close the gap between us and intertwines my fingers with his.
“I’d love that too,” he says, and kisses me again, shorter than the last time, but the only time we’ll be able to.
“Come on, we’d better get you back,” he adds, and leads the way back, not letting go of my hand.
We walk the length of the beach, hand in hand, talking about what we could do in LA. We reach my house and he drops my hand as we enter through the front door.
“I’m home!” I yell, closing the door behind us.
“Good! We need to get going or we’ll be late!” my mom shouts, coming into view. She looks completely stressed, her hair going every which way and her clothes wrinkly and untucked. Suitcases line the hallway and my mom goes to pack a last minute item.
“Hey, Mrs. Tesley,” Cameron awkwardly introduces.
“Oh, hey Cameron, sorry, we’ve been busy all day,” my mom replies, not looking up at him. She finishes packing and stands up.
“We’ll be leaving in a few minutes, Leila, are you all ready?”
I sigh and put on a smile. “Yeah, I just want to take one last look.”
“Ok, but don’t be too long. Cameron, are you coming with us to the airport?” she asks.
“I would love to, but my parents were planning a family movie night tonight,” Cam responds. My mom smiles.
“Well, tell your parents I say hello and we’ll be back in a few days.” She turns around and starts running throughout the house.
I turn around and begin walking up the stairs. Cameron follows and we enter my bedroom.
“Woah,” Cam says, looking around.
“I know,” I reply. My instincts take me to my window, where I instantly sit on the hard, wooden windowsill, no more soft cushions and pillows to make it more comfortable. Cameron is still standing in the doorway, done being surprised with my empty bedroom and his expression now low.
“Look, Lei, I’m sorry about the kiss-“
“Cam, stop, what’s done is done, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Are you mad at me?”
I turn around and look at him. “I could never be mad at you, I’m just not sure what to make of it. I do have the same feelings, but because of everything that’s happening, I just can’t-“
“I know, I know, and I’m sorry,” he apologizes. My lips form a smile.
“Stop saying you’re sorry, you’re sounding pathetic,” I giggle.
“I’m pathetic?” he asks, surprised but laughing along. I stand up and take some steps towards him.
“Yes,” step. “you,” step. “are.” Step. Step.
“If I’m so pathetic, then why did we kiss?” he asks smartly.
“That’s it,” I say, and start tickling him. He falls back on my bed, laughing. I continue tickling him until we’re both out of breath. I lay on the bed next to him, staring at my ceiling.
“Lei,” Cameron begins, “I-I love you…”
Hearing those words from him breaks my heart. I love him, too. I know I do. But we can’t be a thing, not now. I don’t know about forever, but at the same time, I don’t know when I’m coming back home. I don’t think I’m ever coming back here to live here. The acting jobs I’ve always wanted to be a part of are there in LA, right underneath my fingertips. My whole life is ahead of me, everything I’ve always dreamed of. I can’t turn back now, even if…
“I love you, too, Cam,” I say, looking up at him. His eyes meet mine and the bond between us is stronger than it ever has been. I can feel the sparks flying inside of me and my heart reaching out to let him in. I want him, more than ever, here and now.
“Lei! Come on, we’re leaving!” my mom yells. Her shout breaks us apart and we scramble off of my bed.
“So this is it,” Cam says.
“Yeah,” I reply, avoiding his eye contact. I walk out the doorway but before I can descend the stairs, my arm is yanked back and my body turns. Face to face with Cameron, his lips meet mine and the sweet taste of his sugary lips makes me want to stay here, maybe I should forget about LA. Maybe my life is supposed to be with Cameron, maybe I’m just pushing myself to go after my dream that is, just a dream.
We break apart and our eyes meet for one more second before I change my mind. This is crazy, I can’t just think like this. Everything I’ve ever wanted is just one airplane away. But what if I want Cameron too?
“Lei!” my mom shouts again from outside.
“See you later?” Cameron asks, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Yeah, see you later,” I reply, and with one more last glance, I decline down the stairs and outside. The car door is open for me and I climb inside. My dad is still in the house, and as he exits the front door, he is accompanied by Cameron. Cam walks down the driveway and waves at us as my dad climbs in the car and we drive away.
The drive takes an hour but we reach the airport with no problem. My dad and my brother unload the suitcases from the car while my mom and I enter the airport and figure out where we’re supposed to go. We don’t travel a whole lot, so planes aren’t our strongest subject. We check in our luggage and we have about 2 hours until our flight leaves. We manage to kill time and soon we are on the plane. Since it’s late, I end up falling asleep right away.
I wake up a few minutes before we start descending. Wow, I can’t believe I was that tired. The flight was only 5 hours long, but then again, we left really late. We also went back in time, you could say, because it’s basically the same time here in LA as it was back home. We pass through the night and land around 10 ‘o clock in LA.
We get off the airplane and find our luggage. My mom booked us a hotel for that night, knowing we would be landing late in LA. We take a taxi to our hotel and I’m still really tired, so I crash once I get on the bed.
Notes
Hey guys! I'm Rachel, and I'm really excited to write this fanfic for you! This is based on my life a little bit, so this fanfic means a lot to me. I have been involved in acting and theater my whole life, and I've been wanting to get into the film industry for a while now, but it hasn't happened for many reasons I'm not going to explain. But this is my ideal life, how I wish it would have gone (without all the drama and meeting Niall and stuff).I won't post the next chapter for a while because I want to see how many people would actually read this fanfic. Please let me know in the comments if you want me to update and post the next chapter or vote on it or something! And please share this fanfic, too! The more people who read it, the more I'll update :)
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Rachel :D
Make a Sequel please.
9/13/14