Best Mistake

Chapter one: New York?

I wake up to a monotone voice blaring on a loud speaker. " We will be landing in 15 minutes, please turn off all electronics and put up your tables."

Finally.

I hat planes with a burning passion, the small cramped seats, the turbulence, and the people who's kids just won't shut up. I swear kids should come with off buttons.

My life was going great but -there's always a but when something's going great- that was until my parents got into a car accident. The bastard was drunk driving and he slammed head on into my parents. There okay, but there in a coma which isn't really any better if you really think about it.

That's why I'm on this damned airplane, I mean, do you think I would want to fly to Chicago (A very cold Chicago might I add) when Christmas is in 3 weeks? I could have had a dandy Christmas in California.

I sigh and take my ear buds out; the only things i thought could keeps the sound of crying children to a minimal. I was so wrong..

I stand up stretching my legs. I wonder what Caleb is going to say when I tell him about the accident?

Caleb is my slightly older (By like 5 minutes), smarter, and most perfect child. I almost miss him sometimes, but I consider myself the only child, because Caleb got accepted to a 'beautiful' boarding school last year, or at least that's how he described it. I'm pretty surer its called The Erudite School of Intelligence.

I was going to sign up to go there but that was until I found out that it was in Chicago. I mean, what 18 year old girl would want to leave beautiful California to go live in some freezing cold place with nerds all around her? Definitely not me.

I'm snapped back into reality (ironically) when someone's fingers are snapped in front of my nose.

"Need any help with that?" The guy -who was rudely snapping his fingers- asks pointing to my carry-on bag sitting on the shelf above me.

"Wha-? Oh, that yeah uh sure, thanks" I say mentally slapping myself for stuttering.

He smiles at me, and I take a moment to take in his features. He has tanned skin, bright brown eyes that radiate excitement, he looks like he is ready for a party at any time, and his smile is warm and inviting.

"Here" He says handing me my little bag. "I'm Uriah by the way" The guy -Uriah- says proudly extending his hand.

"The names Tris" I say shaking his hand.

"Well Trissy, I've had enough of this plane lets go get our bags."

I scoff at the nickname and start walking. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you coming" I say without turning around.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" he says quietly from behind me.

"Do you think they sell freeze pops here" Uriah says obnoxiously loud while we are waiting for our luggage.

"Uriah, this is an airport" I say giving him a flat look.

"Oh sorry. Do you think they sell freeze pops here?" He says whispering the last bit.

I give him a questioning glare and laugh slightly at his stupidity.

"You know they probably do, you know I'm right Trissy." He laughs giving me a challenging look.

"Don't call me Trissy" I say glaring at him. "Unless you want me to start hating you, and then you'll start hating me for hating you." I sigh, rubbing my face.

"I'd rather die than not have you as a friend Trissy." Uriah says with a wide smile. "God Dammit, where is our luggage?"

I chuckle "I swear I haven't smiled this much in my whole entire life."

"You deserve it Tris" Uriah says trying to hide his smile. "So what are you doing here in New York?"

"Wel-" wait, did he just say New York? "I think you mean Chicago Uri" I say with a nervous smile.

"Nope" he says popping the 'p'.

I stand there shocked as the words as the words ring back around in my head over and over: New York.

the only thing i could have said in that place came out as, "What!?"

Good going idiot.