ieEmily Kmetko was currently in her bedroom packing the last things into her already full suitcase. She was leaving for a 2 week holiday with her best friend Lauren Tanner tomorrow; they were heading to California. It was there last chance before they would be travelling to London for the 2012 Olympic Games. Lauren had been training in gymnastics at the Rock since she was 5, and Emily had joined the team in 2009. Emily became friends quickly with the other members Kaylie and Payson, and while Lauren was a friend they weren't real friends. Over the last few years however, Payson had managed to injure her back and sadly could no longer compete. Then Kaylie developed an eating disorder which stopped her from training. Leaving just Lauren and Emily, who soon became best friends. Somehow throughout the whole mess of a situation they had been inspired to do better and luckily that had lead to them becoming a member of the Olympic Gymnastic team 2012.

"You almost forgot the pink flip flops I bought you sweetie." Said Chloe Kmetko, Emily's mom skipping into her bedroom. That was one trait of the Kmetko's that Emily hadn't really inherited. No matter what, her mom and brother were never upset; they could always see the upside on everything. Emily was the totally opposite.

"Thanks mom, but I'm not sure they will fit, it's really full already." Emily told her mom. She really didn't want to hurt her mom's feelings but she hated pink and couldn't bare the thought of wearing bright pink flip flops on holiday.

"I'm sure I can squeeze them in somewhere. Here lets see." Said Chloe, wiggling her way to the suitcase currently situated on her daughter's bed and looking for a place to put the flip flops. She settled for a small compartment at the side which currently held nothing.

"There we are, nice and roomy." Chloe said with a smile, "Did you have to pack so much green and blue clothes? Pink's and purples would look so much better." Chloe asked her daughter as she shuffled through the suitcase.

"Yes mom, because I unlike you aren't so keen on them colours." Emily said, trying to move her mom away from the suitcase; this was the hassle she got from trying to avoid wearing pink flip flops.

On the other side of town, Emily's friend Lauren was watching as her house maid was packing her suitcase. She was busy on her laptop making sure she kept her twitter profile up to date; her eyes only leaving the screen to approve the stuff Betty was picking out.

"What do you want for dinner darling?" Steve Tanner, Lauren's dad. Asked as he entered the very messy room his daughter owned.

"Since it's my last night in town for 2 weeks can I call out for Pizza?" Lauren asked her dad, not even lifting her eyes of the computer screen.

"Yeah sure. I'll ring the pizza shack and order a large ham and pineapple pizza?" Steve asked his daughter; that was her favourite pizza and she always ordered it, well nearly always. She sometimes changed her mind.

"Yes please daddy." She said, still not reverting her eyes from the computer screen

"Okay, oh and remember to clean your bedroom before you leave" he told her, pointing towards the mess on the floor. Lauren just rolled his eyes and once he had retreated back downstairs she ordered Betty to clean her floor.

Chloe Kmetko pulled into the parking lot at Colorado Springs Airport. It was 5 am in the morning and there flight was meant to leave in 2 hours time. As they pulled into a spot by the front entrance, they spotted the Tanner's pulling up as well. Emily and Chloe hopped out of the car as did Lauren and Steve. Emily and Lauren give each other an exciting hug; while both Steve and Chloe give each other a shy little smile as they got the daughter's suitcase from the boot. They had both been having a on of relationship; every time it was off though it was clear to everyone they wanted it back on. Currently however they were off.

"You girls ready then?" Steve asked, trying to focus on the two teenage girls in front of him instead of Chloe beside him.

"Yes daddy, but you know we are 19 now. We are more than capable of doing this on our own." Lauren said rushing forward and grabbing her suitcase; Emily did the same as they both rushed into the airport, waving over the shoulders to there parent's.

"Man does time fly. It seems like only yesterday I was watching Lauren enter the gym for the first time." Steve said as he and Chloe waved bye to there overly excited daughters.

"I know what you mean. It feels like only yesterday Emily was showing me the new move she'd learned at the local playground." Chloe told Steve, smiling at the memory.

"Would you maybe like to get a coffee? I saw cute café on the way in." Steve said turning to face Chloe.

"Go on then. But I can't be to long. Brian will wonder where I am." She replied; a cheeky grin on her face.

Lauren and Emily practically ran towards the check in desk. They were so excited; this was there first time away without an adult.

"One ticket for the flight to LAX Airport at 7:25 please." Lauren asked the lady situated at the desk; handing over her passport.

Once both girls had bought their tickets and checked in they decided to walk around the airport and look in the shops. However, by 6:30 they had run out of shops and were completely bored.

"I so wish we had waited till 6 to check in. I can't even find an internet connection." Lauren complained; they were both situated in lounge area. Lauren had pulled her laptop from her bag; but had no success with Wi-Fi connection. She was now trying to find a connection on her phone but with no success. "I need to update my twitter."

"I'm sure your fans can live without you for a morning Lauren." Emily said, laughing at her best friend who seemed to be banging her phone buttons to try making it work.

Eventually the girls were aloud to take there seats on the flight. Because of Lauren's smart idea to buy the tickets at the airport today they were not seated together.

"Why couldn't we book them in advance like normal people do?" Emily moaned as they made there way down the isle

"Because, known me I would have lost my ticket. Now stop complaining. Its not that long a flight. It's not like were going to bloody London separately." Lauren said

"Oh, here's my seat." She said as she approached it. There was already a young boy maybe a year older than the girls sat in the one beside her seat. Turning around she gave Emily a wink before sitting down and smiling at the teenager. He smiled back but put his earphones in.

Emily smiled to herself as Lauren's attempts to flirt had been an epic fail. A little further down the isle was her seat. She too noticed that she was sat next to a boy around her age. He was located on the seat next to the isle so she guess she had the window seat.

"Excuse me, can I just get in there." She said in her kind tone of voice.

"Oh yeah sure." The boy smiled, getting up from his seat and moving into the isle as she shuffled towards her seat. She placed her hand on bag underneath her seat. It contained several magazines, her laptop and the 5th Vampire Diaries book. She got herself comfy before fastening her seatbelt ready for take off.

"Would you like a sweet for take off. They stop your ears from popping apparently." The guy next to her said; offering her a sweet.

"Thanks." She smiled taking the sweet from him and popping it in her mouth.

"I'm Razor." The guy sat next to her, now called Razor said, offering his hand out.

"Emily." She said shaking his hand

"So you travelling alone?" he asked curiously.

"No, I'm with my friend Lauren. Were going on holiday together; but her been the smart arse she is decided to buy the tickets today so were not together." Emily said, rolling her eyes at the mention of Lauren.

"Well she's not the only one. My friend Damon decided that as well. That's who I've come with." Razor said smiling.

"So you just visiting California or were you visiting Colorado?" Emily asked

"Visiting California. Although I do wish it was the other way round; Boulder is rather boring." Razor exclaimed, chuckling at the last statement

"Your from Boulder? That's so cool so am I." Emily said smiling, she couldn't believe she had never met him before, Boulder wasn't that big really.

"I'm surprised we haven't met before then" he stated, it was like he was reading her mind.

"Yeah, Boulder isn't that big. I guess we have different hobbies that just don't collide at all." Emily said smiling; to be honest she didn't really know a single person outside The Rock.

"What's your hobby like? Mines music and playing guitar." Razor said, he was now intrigued.

"Gymnastics." She stated simply, then deciding she didn't want everyone know she was going to the Olympics, she had gained a lot of popularity since receiving the news "But only for fun." She finished, managing to cover it up.

It was an hour into flight and Lauren Tanner was officially bored. So far since take off she had managed to read her full Seventeen Magazine, and update her twitter status 20 times. But now she had nothing to do and wished so much that she was sat next to Emily. She was currently sat next to a guy named Damon Young; he hadn't said a single word to her, not even hi. All he did was have his iPod plugged in and at random moments scribbled down inside a journal or diary which he had. That was actually how she knew his name because it had Property Of Damon Young written on it. Sighing she glanced back at Emily. Emily was located a few rows behind Lauren, she was sat near the window so she didn't have a clear view but she could still see. Emily was currently laughing at something the boy sat next to her had said. She had been glancing back every so often, in hope that he might use the toilet, giving her a chance to have a small talk with Emily; but so far he hadn't and to make matters worse it looked like Emily was having a really good time. Why couldn't she have the cute charming boy who chatted away like they were old friends; no she had to have a guy who didn't even talk at all?

A/N: so im not so sure how this is for a fanfic opening. I hope it sound okay, and I'm going to start chapter 2 straight away and hopefully that will have more detail added.