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CHARLIE POV

I stared contently out of the round airplane window, trying to kid myself that I was doing the right thing. Of course, I didn't truly believe that at all, not in my heart. But, things had gotten so difficult back at home; I just wanted to escape to peace. Or run away cowardly, depending on which way you looked at it.

I sighed solemnly, trying to think of something, anything that didn't have to do with him. I looked round in the plane after hearing a crash of what sounded like glasses, before my eyes found the cause of the noise. Rachael was looking around at everyone sheepishly, before trying to hide her face after spilling a bit of her WKD on the small table in front of her. I smiled in response, unable to help myself.

She did make me laugh.

When I looked round the second time, Kirsty was helping tidy her desk for her. I half wanted to smile and frown at the same time when I saw her doing that. We hadn't said hardly anything to each other in the last three years, and that was sad. The argument that made us fall out with each other in the first place was long forgotten, and I couldn't even remember what it was about.

I started worrying about Tom. What I'd left behind in my selfishness to rush off and live my dreams whilst I still could.

But then I knew what he was like. I'd left in the morning, getting the plane at nine, having left home at six. I knew he'd be lazy all day, and then not eat tonight, because he'd have forgotten to get anything out for his dinner. It was always me who did the cooking, but I didn't mind that. I knew what I'd let myself in for. I actually enjoyed looking after him, knowing that he would always rely on me.

That's what made me feel guiltiest.

I caught Tasha smiling at me warily. I forgot this move was difficult for her too. I had a Boyfriend who I had only just broken up with, and Tasha was attempting to deal with a long distance relationship with Daniel. I thought she could easily do it though. She and Daniel were a lot more suited than me and Tom. I'd just wanted to care and look after him. Of course I loved him, but, my feelings for him had disintegrated quite a few months back, and we both knew it.

It didn't stop him begging me not to leave though. And it didn't stop me feeling guilty either.

I sighed heavily in response to my heavy thoughts.

"Oh, forget him, Charlie. I know it's difficult, but if you didn't feel happy with him, then you just didn't. There's nothing you can do to change that." Tasha reminded me wisely. Of course she was right, but that still didn't stop me worrying. That was his entire fault really, he made me worry.

He was useless and couldn't particularly do anything for himself so he leaned on me.

I forced myself to look properly at Tasha, catching her at the wrong time. Because when she smiled, I couldn't help but smile back, even if just a little bit. Her hair was styled in the usual way: black ringlets running past her shoulders with a kind sort of smile shining on her tanned skin.

"I know you're right, and I know it's stupid to worry over a grown man. But he's a useless grown man. I just don't think he could cope without me." Truth was; I felt so selfish for doing something I wanted to do for once, for leaving when I wanted to, instead of looking after him.

"Well, it shouldn't be you're problem, Charlie. You can't help it if you don't love him anymore, so why should you stick around, making yourself unhappy just because he makes you feel guilty? I know it's harsh, but if you'd have stayed there, you'd have both been unhappy, right?" Of course, yet again, she was right.

But I still couldn't help but just smile in response. "I know you're right Tasha. And I'll probably be fine when I'm over there, but...for now, I just can't help but feel as though I shouldn't have gone."

"That's understandable," she smiled comfortingly.

I forced a smile and quickly looked back at Kirsty and Rachael. Rachael was wrapping a strand of light blonde hair around the back of her ear, laughing around with Kirsty about what had happened a minute ago. Kirsty had dark hair like me-maybe even a little darker, since I'd dyed my hair red, making it lighter-and that was tied back in a ponytail, like she normally had it.

The flight took fifteen hours to get there, and it would be eight in the morning when we got there as Los Angeles was eight hours different to London time.

I was excited, more then excited actually, because I had always wanted to do this; to follow my dream and move to LA, and luckily, I had no children, no serious relationship, so nothing was holding me back anymore.

I slept for most of the flight, making the day go quicker, even though Tasha nudged me when lunch was served, which I fully appreciated. I didn't like to be woken up by anything but food, preferably. I realised that made me sound like a bit of a fatty, but I really wasn't, at all.

In fact, I was skinny.

I had on appropriate clothing for when we got to Los Angeles, because I already knew how hot it was going to be over there and I couldn't wait. I wore a red, blue and white, chequered shirt, with a brown leather belt hung into denim jean shorts, and leathered brown, men's styled shoes.

I was always quite quirky when it came to fashion; I never really followed the fashion, and if I did, I'll follow it to the point, like maxi and summer dresses, not too in your face quirky.

I was over here to try and promote my new book, Tainted Soul which had already been published in England, but that was the only country where it had been published for, so far.

I wanted to get my book published in America, the most, the country of where my book itself takes place, as that was my dream, itself.

The flight seemed to go on forever, despite sleeping for most of it, and when we eventually got off and started to go round to security, I couldn't wait to stretch my feet.

The airport looked like any other airport, except it might have been able to pull off the fact that it looked just that tiny bit more posh, but that was about it. But I knew where we were before we even stepped outside; that sickly, nervous, excited, and apprehensive feeling that you can get all at the same time was here and it was here to stay.

I was so excited that I felt like I literally could have been sick. I really hoped I wasn't sick, especially not here, the place I had only dreamed of coming to, about a million times over in the last few years, because that would have definitely been embarrassing.

"I can't believe we're here!" Tasha exclaimed, grinning in response. She'd just text Daniel to let him know she was here safely, to put his mind at rest.

I smiled back in response, knowing she'd be happy. After all, we had all planned this, for so long in our heads and it was finally happening. I text Mum to let her know quickly too, before following on behind the girls.

"I know, Tasha. It still feels like a dream." I sighed happily, even though the baking heat against us was telling us otherwise. It felt hot, even though we were still in the airport, so I dreaded to think what it would be like outside.

"Only, it's not a dream, we're really here!" Rachael grinned. "Obviously, we should go out tonight, make the most of us being here." She suggested like I knew she would.

Tasha rolled her eyes in response. "Let's just see when we get to the new house shall we Rachael? You do make me laugh." She laughed at her.

"Yeah, I want to have a sleep first anyway." Kirsty yawned.

"Yeah, me too," I agreed.

"I think I'll join you, but I still say we should go out tonight." Rachael insisted, making Tasha roll her eyes and grin at her in response.

"Well I think I'd prefer to stay in tonight. Just because I am concerned about money affiances, as we haven't got our jobs yet." I warned them carefully. I never really liked going out much back in England anyway, which was why me and Tom had made such a good match in the beginning.

"Yes, but we have jobs as promised. Me, Kirsty and Tasha have got jobs in Nurseries, starting in a week's time, and you have you're writing job starting in a few days time too." Rachael reminded me, as if I'd had forgotten.

"Well mine is starting in two weeks time, but that's all very well Rachael, but we still need to make sure we don't spend too much of our money now, as we'll end up poor, already!" I reminded her smartly.

She nodded, knowing she couldn't really argue with that, and I grinned in response, feeling just a tad genius.

We walked down a long, open hallway which lead us out to the front of LAX airport and into the brilliant, hot sunshine.

"Phoar!" Rachael complained, fanning herself.

I just grinned, feeling very happy with myself. "I absolutely love it." I smiled happily. It was so much better than having the bitterly cold weather back in England.

We got onto a tour bus, the one we needed to get, which we had booked back in England, to make a stop just outside the front of our house.

Driving past the LAX sign, made us all squeal a little bit in excitement, because dreams suddenly turned into reality. We were actually here!

As soon as we got to the house, we all gasped in shock and amazement at how beautiful it looked, from outside. The house was painted a fresh white colour, and was huge, with six windows on the top floor, and two windows on the bottom floor as there was a white door garage on the right of the house, behind steel, white gates.

There was a gate in the middle of the house, which lead to the front door, which was a black door, but that was controlled by an electronic gate too. The path from the gate to the door broke up the beautiful, green garden we had in the front.

There was even a balcony on the top right of the house.

I actually couldn't wait to get off the coach and go in to see the house myself, because I was so excited.

We all practically jumped off the coach, grabbed our things and headed to our front door, still in awe about how gorgeous the house was.

The hallway was cool; walls were decorated in white, and the floors were polished with a dark brown wooden. There was a desk in the middle of the hallway, on the left of the open, narrow hallway, with a phone on it, and a big, bunch of white flowers put in a vase.

They smelt lovely and fresh and looked absolutely beautiful.

The staircase was in the right of the hallway, and wounded round to the right, and to the left, where you could see all the doors, as the hallway was open.

There was a sofa on the right, sat next to the stairs, which was white and was furnished with small, brown cushions.

We'd moved in the house as we found out that the house was nice, furnished and nearly almost all ready for us.

The hallway lead down to two, white doors, leading out to the back door of the house.

The living room was to the left of the hallway, and whilst Tasha went and explored the rest of the house and Kirsty and Rachael went to fight over a bedroom, I headed in the living room, to have a nosy.

It followed through with the darkened wood furnished floor, and there was a cream, flowered rug sat in the middle of the room, underneath a yellow, foot stool, sat on the left of a white, three seated sofa, which was placed at the side of the room, and had gold plated pillows sat at each side of the sofa.

There was a wooden table sat in the middle of the room, on the rug, with a glass top on it. There was a three seated sofa opposite it too, with a white armchair sat at the corner of the room, on the left.

There was also a white fireplace in the middle of the room, at the far end, with a pretty picture above it.

I headed into the dining room, which looked the same as the living room. There was the same cream rug placed underneath a dark, brown wooden table, and there was seven seats placed around the table, with one sat at the head of the table.

I then headed into the kitchen, and took that room in, feeling awed at how amazing this house truly was. There were three, white seated high seats, sat around a big, white kitchen table stood in the middle of the room, with three, silver lights hanging down from the ceiling, just above the table.

There was a white kettle on the table too.

There were lots of white cupboards stood at the left side of the room, and following round at the back of the room, where a silver cooker was stood. On the right of the kitchen was a two sided, massive fridge hidden underneath two, white cupboards.

The floor was all dark wooden again.

I went back into the hallway, and followed the hallway right to the back of the house before opening the back doors to the back garden. There was a small seating area with five, white chairs and a wooden table in the middle of the small patio with three white candles sat in the middle of the table, sat in a base.

The garden looked absolutely beautiful, especially in such brilliant sunshine, and there was a small, rectangle pool sat at the back of the garden, where there was five, white deck chair type chairs, furnished rather than plain, though.

There was also a rectangular glass table sat next to the other side of the pool, with ten, white chairs sat around it.

The table was sat underneath a white porch that sat overhead, following the garage next to it, which was white too.

There was also a balcony on the right of the house on the other side of the house on the back, and there was also a wooden bench sat in the middle of the small porch right outside the back of the house.

It was actually amazing. And if I wasn't so tired, I would have probably screamed, but I really needed sleep.

I went back into the house, and saw Tasha taking her suitcase upstairs. She grinned at me once she saw me. "Kirsty and Rachael are already sleeping in their bedrooms." She told me, making me laugh in response.

I grabbed my own suitcase and followed Tasha up the stairs, to go and pick my bedroom, knowing they probably already had the best ones.

I couldn't help but gasp as I headed into my own bedroom though, after Tasha took the one next to mine. Cream, marbled flooring sat underneath a plain, cream rug which lay underneath my bed, which looked like a kings size to me, which made me feel more than happy.

It was decorated with two, orange pillows, and two, big cream ones behind it. The bed itself was cream, with a dark brown, leather headboard sat behind it.

There was a wooden table next to my bed, and the walls were all cream colored.

There was also a television that seemed to hang down from the ceiling, just in front of the bed, and there was a couple of steps, which lead you down to the balcony. I'd already decided in my head that I wanted to go shopping to get some blinds as soon as possible, as I didn't like how bear the doors of the balcony looked as they were all glass ones.

Besides the balcony, there was a long, cream, bed style sofa for people to sleep on.

There was also a door besides the bed, on the right of it that seemed to lead to the bathroom, but I wasn't ready to explore, because I already felt so exhausted.

So, I set my suitcase down, and climbed into bed, where I fell asleep straight away. That in itself meant that I must have been tired. And the fact that I knew that as soon as I went to sleep, I could go and explore LA, when I woke back up again.