I hopped off the plane, with a dream and my cardigan.

Only kidding, im not Miley fucking Cyrus, though I was wearing a cardigan. Most 18 year olds who return home after being at boarding school would be greeted at the airport by their mother and father. With open arms and tears of joy. I wasn't.

I walked through customs, grabbed my bag at baggage and walked to arrivals. I sa down on a bench and looked at my phone. No missed calls. I then wondered how the hell I was gonna get home. I scrolled through my phone book, hovering at K. Kendall's number was right there. But we hadn't spoken. In months. God damn months. I wanted to call, but what would I say? "Hey I know you're on tour, banging groupies and stuff but I'm still in love with you." I decided to keep scrolling, down o S and rang my father.

The dial tone was so boring. Absolutely no answer. Im pretty sure he knew I was coming home today. Dick head.

I decided instead to catch the bus. As I wheeled my suitcase outside I was met with the LA warm weather, and dressed in my knitted cardigan I sweated. I opened my bag, slipped it inside and pulled back my hair into a pony. Putting my sunglasses on and grabbing the handle I started to walk towards the bustop.

"Excuse me pretty lady, do you need a ride?" Ugh I was so not in the mood for paedophilic men. I stopped and turned to the car, ready to haul a shit load of abuse at the driver but I stopped.

"Oh my god. James?" I said pushing my sunglasses up on my head.

"You know I almost didn't recognise you, your hairs grown." He said getting out of his shiny silver Mercedes and popping open the trunk.

"Yeah...I guess." I said stroking my ponytail. Last time he saw me my hair was quite short, now it touched my chest.

"And its black." He stretched out a hand and grabbed my suitcase. "It suits you. Makes your eyes pop."

He opened the door to me and signalled for me to sit down. I got in quietly and we started to drive. It was a little quiet, with only the radio making noise, till I decided to reach across and turn it off.

"Are we ok?" I asked.

"Of course. Why?"

"I mean, last time we spoke, you find out I'd lied." I said quietly. Avoiding his face.

"Look you did it for me. For my benefit. And our time apart made me realise how important you are." He looked at me intently when we stopped at some lights. "You're my best friend. In the world. I missed you a lot."

I smiled "I missed you too. Nice car by the way."

"Yeah I guess you could say a perk of tour." He said laughing awkwardly.

"How was it?" I said bluntly.

"Later." He said moving on.

"Where are we going by the way?" I asked playing with my cell.

"You're staying at mine and Logan's house."

"You and Logan have a house? Damn how much have I missed." I said.

"A fair bit." He said but he wasn't smiling. "You're dads out of town."

"Out of town, or doesn't wanna see me?" I asked.

He didn't answer.

"Let's get a starbucks." He said pulling into the drive-thru.

Brilliant. Things were already going so well.

"So, how was Paris?" James said, sitting down opposite me, in the cosy corner of starbucks.

"It was...Paris." I replied, sipping my frap and watching the traffic go by.

"I got all your letters, and the songs you sent."

"Just couldn't find a spare pen to reply." I said bluntly, still looking out the window.

"Your dad." He started.

"I get it." I interrupted. "its fine. How was the tour?"

"Amazing, like, amazingly amazing." I saw his eyes light up and an enormous smile spread across his face. "Performing every night, granted we were only an opening act but I mean, it was amazing, we had so many laughs, the guys loved it too Kendall was" He suddenly stopped.

"You can say his name." I said pushing my straw further into my drink. "Its fine."

"Will you stop saying everythings fine like nothings happened?!" James yelled angrily, banging his fist on the table.

"Um, ok. Sorry." I said surprised. There was an awkward silence for a minute or so. "I don't know what you want me to say?" I said breaking it.

"Tell me about your year?" He said shaking his head and running his hands through his hair.

"It was...it was...why is that girl staring at me?" James turned to look at the girl at the couter. She had long flowing bright blonde hair, with pink dip dyed tips. She wore an electric blue blazer and a tight black bodycon strapless dress. She looked very dressed up for the middle of the day.

"Shit." I heard James whisper as the girl walked over.

"James!" She said in a high screechy voice that made me want to rip off my ears.

"Hey Holly." James said his face scrunching as she pulled him into a hug.

"Its nice to see you!" She said smiling at him, and completely blanking my existence.

"Holly this is AJ. She writes all our songs, shes my best friend." James said smiling sweetly at me. I stood up and held out my hand smiling, she stared at it blankly. "AJ, this is, Kendall's girlfriend." I stared at James, he winced and looked away.

"You know Kendall?" She said, my hand was still held out, seeing as she ignored it again, i let it drop.

"Yeah he's my, urm, one of my, good friends." I said smiling through the pain in my chest.

"Thats funny, he's never ever mentioned you." She smiled at me. "Infact none of them have. Funny that? Better go, my drinks ready. See you tonight James." She turned on her heels and walked straight out the door. I grabbed my cardigan off the back of the chair and left too. Without a word.