AN: Hey guys this is just a little fanfic I decide to write while on my emotional hangover from reading and watching Death Note. Hope you like it! Please read and review… ~CaitCait12
"Flight 284 to Los Angeles. Last call for boarding." The speaker blared. I pushed by people while saying "Sorry, pardon me. I'm going to miss my flight." Then eventually "Get out of the way!" I made it to the check in desk and showed the girl my passport. I then shoved it in my pocket and ran into the plane. I searched the aisles… row 18… row 19… Here it is row 20, seat C. I shove my backpack into the overhead compartment and sit down. The middle seat is empty but in the window seat is a strange man. Well not strange as in creepy, more like different. He was hunched over in his seat with his legs pulled up to his chest. It really didn't look like a comfortable position. I sit down and try not to stare.
"You can't sit like that on a plane, you know." I say. He turns and looks at me. He looks about my age, about 20. He has long white hair that falls over his eyes.
"I." He pauses looking for words, "I just like to sit this this way."
"Well it'll be hard to put a seatbelt on like that." I laugh. He doesn't laugh.
"Ok, I guess I can sit another way." He awkwardly shifts into a normal sitting position.
"This is your captain speaking. We are about to take off." The seatbelt sign flashes on just as the plane starts to move. I look over and see the man's body go stiff. He takes off his seatbelt suddenly and shifts from his seat to the one beside me.
"What are you doing?" I hiss. "Get your seatbelt back on!" I grab his seatbelt and click it together.
"S-sorry. I- it's just I- I'm not very good with planes." He half whispers and half speaks.
"Oh, you're afraid of planes. That's ok. It's really not that bad once you get up in the air." I reason. He nods but when the plane begins liftoff he grabs my arm. "Uh…" I start to say something to him but instead I just relax and smile at him.
Once we're up in the air he removes his arm and looks away from me.
"I guess I should go back to my seat now." He mumbles.
"No. It's fine, you can stay here if you want." I smile.
"Thanks."
"So I never got your name? I'm Kaylee." He looks oddly dumfounded, "I'm asking your name."
"Oh. Nea-." He corrects himself, "Nate."
"So Nate, what brings you to Los Angeles?"
"Nothing in particular. A clean start mostly." I don't bother asking him why he needs a clean start. We sit there in silence for a few minutes until he says, "Can I ask you why you are going to Los Angeles?"
"Yes. Please do."
"Uh, why are you going to Los Angeles?"
"Well. I'm actually going to try and get a job as an actress."
"An actress? Like in a movie?"
"Ya! Well I'm going to audition for a T.V show. Do you think I'd make a good badass biker chick?" I say with a laugh.
"Badass?" He tilts his head to the side in confusion.
"It's an expression. "
"Oh." He pauses and thinks about it.
"You're different." I say with a smile. He looks over at me, and the edge of his mouth curves up just a bit. He looks away almost as soon as he looks at me. I slide down into my seat and decide to get a little shuteye before we land in Los Angeles.
I wake up a few hours later and find Nate is asleep. I prop myself up shift my weight, making sure I don't wake him. He's somehow made it back into the strange crouch position he was in when I first boarded the plane.
"This is your captain speaking; we are about to land in Los Angeles. Please return your seats to an upright position and put all your tray tables down."
"Wake up." I nudge Nate on the shoulder and he opens an eye to look at me, "We're landing." He bolts into an upright sitting position and stares around the plane with scared eyes. We start to descend and this time I hold out my hand for him. He looks at me quizzically before taking my hand and squeezing it tight.
When we get off the plane Nate follows me, it's obvious he has no idea what he's doing. We get to the baggage claim and he shuffles in front of me. He takes a bag, which I assume is his off the rack and then grabs another and carries them over to me.
"Is this yours?" He asks, shoving the bag at me.
"Ya it is!" I say surprised, "How'd you know?"
"Well it looked like something you'd buy."
"I've only known you for a few hours and you can already tell what I'd buy!"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
"Yes. It is." I laugh.
"Well it's also the same company as your backpack." He says shyly.
"Ya. They make quality stuff." Another awkward pause stretches between us until I said, "Well, I hope to see around."
He looked at me for a few seconds before saying, "Yes, I'd like to see you again too."
"Well I should go now. It was nice meeting you but you know the hassles of moving in to a new place."
"I don't really know of those hassles."
"Well I guess there's a first for everything. I wish you the best in whatever you plan on doing." I smile and he waves as I hop into a taxi.
I arrive at my apartment building some time later. I like the building. From my room I can see the beach but not quite on the beach. Looks like a nice 15 minute walk. I look around the apartment. It's nice and spacious. The living room is open with a small patio and black leather couches. I drag my bags into the biggest room and flop down on the bed. I lay there for a while before getting up and putting my clothes into drawers. I pull out my laptop and roll over onto my stomach. I check my email and print out the audition script. I scan the email and make a reminder on my calendar; audition May 16th 2:00pm. Well I've got a week. I pull up the Internet but my fingers hover over the keys but then I decide against putting an ad online. I need a roommate but I don't want to end up with some creep as a roommate. I'm sure I can find someone like me who moved to L.A and needs somewhere to stay. My thoughts drift back to Nate. I wonder where he's staying. I really do hope I see him again. I should've asked for his number. I don't know why but I can't stop thinking of him for the rest of the night.