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Chapter One

It was a hot summer's day as the passengers of flight 128 from London, England disembarked from their long, endless flight. Far from the cold, damp rain of Britain, the sweltering heat of was, to some, something they had only dreamed of, never having lived through anything worse than a British summer. For others though it was the beginning of a new adventure, one such traveller was looking out of the large window in the baggage lounge of the large airport. It had been a long flight and her once tidy clothing was ruffled and, in her opinion, far too warm for the current climate. Glancing around the baggage hall she spotted her two large suitcases on the large conveyer belt that dominated the large room and hurrying over she attempted to haul them off. "Hey, need a hand there?" said a deep voice behind her, quickly turning around she laughed "My knight in shining armor!" and, flinging her arms around the tall man behind her she grinned. She hadn't seen this man for 20 years but he hadn't changed a bit.

The man being hugged was her once friend, Vincent. He, being far from the three foot high runt she remembered was now a man, a man with a beard, a beard and tattoo's, she thought to herself in amazement. "My God, you've grown so darn much!" and, grinning she slapped him on the arm.

"Hey" he groaned "What was that for?"

"Surprising me of course!" And with that she turned back to the conveyer belt, looking again for her luggage.

Behind her, Vince just looked at her, taking in the changes that had happened in the past 20 years. 'Man, she's changed' He thought to himself 'And most definitely not in a bad way!' He was a grown man after all, why couldn't he look at a pretty lady for what she was?

Elizabeth, as her name happened to be, was tall. Not overly tall but most guys she could look in the eye, this was important she reasoned to herself, as the eyes are said to be the key to the soul. Plus, she laughed silently to herself, it was far more fun to hand a guy his beaten, broken ass if you could look him in the eye while doing it! Liz, as she preferred to be called was 5'10, her black hair flowed down her back in thick waves and curls and her tanned skin was swept over a curvy yet lithe body. Granted, she was like anyone with more flaws than could be counted on fingers and toes combined but she had the looks to make up for at least some of that.

Vince noticed the looks straight away, probably not the best thing for a man to do while thinking of the woman in front of him as nothing more than a sister.

Grabbing a bag each as they came in front of them, the two chatted casually, catching up on everything that had been happening in the others life. Coming quickly to the entrance, Liz looked around. "I've missed this place" She said aloud. Dropping the bag he carried, Vince slung an arm around her shoulders "You should have come back sooner then shouldn't you"; he winked at her then started off towards his car, his arm around Liz's shoulders still, dragging her along with him.

Author's Note

Hello and thank you for reading this chapter. If you're wondering, yes, this story has been put up here before however it was taken down to be rewritten and the mistakes hopefully corrected. It's previous name was 'Getting it Right' and was still written by me, Christiana Anderson. I have a few more chapters being corrected right now and will update when i can, i have no scedule for it. Enjoy.