Hey guys! I'm new to the Fanfiction community. I've been on this website for a while reading romance stories because I'm a weirdo like that Anyways, I hope you like my first story! Please leave a review! Without further ado, here's chapter 1!

Sam's POV

"Samantha! Come pack your things! We have to get everything out of the mansion in two hours!" My mother yelled.

I groaned. I sat up on my bed and rubbed my eyes, which caused my mascara to smear a little. Rolling my eyes, I got up and washed off my make up in the bathroom. I looked around my room and saw a big pile of clothes that had to be packed. My music CDs, magazines, shoes and boots, and other belongings were scattered all over my desk, floor, and bed.

I sighed and picked up a few big boxes. Looking around the room, I tried organizing my things into different categories.

"CDs and magazines, shoes, make up, jewelry…" I started making a mental list of what to label the boxes. I carelessly threw my things into them and taped the boxes shut. I really shouldn't have done my packing last minute.

Why am I doing this, you ask? Well, my dad had recently gotten a new promotion and we all had to move from London to Chicago. We were flying overseas on 12-hour flight. I loathed the fact that we had to move away. Although I don't have many friends, I have one close one. We've been friends since kindergarten and the worst part about moving away is being apart from her.

Flashback (11 years ago)

"Look at the freaky goth girl in the corner!" A little boy named Dash yelled.

"What a loser! Her clothes are awful and her face is ugly! She has no friends!" A little girl named Paulina yelled. She and Dash burst out laughing and started pointing at me. I rolled my eyes and put my head down.

"Hey! Don't be a bunch of meanies!" A girl's voice shouted. I looked up and saw an African-American girl with green eyes frowning at Dash and Paulina. She pushed them away and walked up to me.

"My name is Valerie. You can be MY friend. I'm not a meanie like them!" She said. I smiled slightly.

"I'm Sam, but if you call me Samantha or Sammy then we're gonna have problems!" I exclaimed. Valerie laughed and took my hand.

"Come on. Let's go play on the swings." We both ran off and played together on the playground.

Flashback over

We've been inseparable ever since. I started thinking about what our "good-bye" scene was going to be like when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I called. The door opened and my mother stood there.

"Sammy-kins! Finish packing and come downstairs! We have to put everything in the moving trucks! And wear something comfortable, we're going to be on a plane for a long time!"

I took my boxes and put them in the truck. I watched the truck drive away and I turned around. I saw Valerie standing behind me.

"So this is it… You're leaving for good." Valerie said softly.

"Val.. I'm really going to miss you. New York is really gonna suck without you." I said. I opened my arms and hugged her. I felt Valerie hug back, and although I'm not usually emotional, I found it hard to hold back tears. When we parted, both of our faces had tears streaking down them. I smiled sadly and sat in my dad's Ferrari (did I mention that my family was rich?)

"Bye Sam… Call me, text me, whatever! Just talk to me when you're in New York! Don't forget me!" Valerie yelled as the car door closed.

"I would never!" I yelled back. I wiped my tears and the car started moving. I didn't want to let my parents see me cry, so I shoved my face in the seat with my jacket hood on.

"Oh Sammy! New York is such an exotic place! There's so many sights to see…" My mother rambled on and I put in my earphones. I stared out the window and looked at the splashes of color painted across the sky. Reds, oranges, and yellows were beautifully splattered everywhere. I was always a nature freak.

The car rolled into the parking lot of a huge airport. We took out our suitcases and some guy took our car on a plane so it could be sent to New York. I went through security, where they checked my hair and pockets! What could I have possibly been carrying in my HAIR, a gun?

I rolled my eyes at the security people and walked to the gate where our plane was going to take off. I sat down next to my dad and texted Valerie back and forth for about twenty minutes.

I eventually had to get on the plane. I turned off my phone and stood in a large crowd of people. I bumped into this one guy who turned around and glared at me.

"Hey, watch it!" He said rudely. I looked up and saw a guy about my age. He had ice-blue eyes and raven-colored hair. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a red circle in the middle.

"No need to snap at me!" I shot back, realizing that I had just snapped at him.

He smirked. "Don't be just a hypocrite." I rolled my eyes and got into the plane, walking away from him. I found my seat, which was next to the emergency exit, and sat down. Since I was sixteen, I was eligible to sit by the exit. My parents' seats were separated, so I was by myself.

"At least I don't have to hear my mother ramble on about shopping in New York." I thought to myself, smiling. The seat next to me was empty.

"I can lie down if no one sits here! Then I can just sleep through the flight." I thought. I looked ahead and saw people coming in, but nobody sat in my seat.

Eventually, the boy with blue eyes and black hair showed up. We both made brief eye contact, but I quickly looked away.

"Oh, please no…" The boy came over and stood over the seat that was next to me.

"Looks like this is my seat." He muttered. I mentally groaned. He sat down next to me and smirked.

"Hey Miss Hypocrite!" He exclaimed. He threw his backpack below his seat.

"Hey Mr. MostAnnoyingGuyOnThePlanet!" I shot back. He laughed and took out a bag of Cheetos. He started munching on them loudly.

Sigh.

This is going to be a long flight.