AN: This is a little challenge I've decided to give myself. I've read a lot of CaptainSparklez fanfiction lately, and they all seem to be mellodramatic, or surprisingly easy about how CS would react if someone obsessed with him moved in next door. So, even though I feel that writing stories about real people is weird, I wanted to give it a shot so at least one CS fanfic would be lengthy, descriptive, and somewhat logical in the face of... well, creepyness. Criticism is desired, and there will be many chapters of this, so he will show up soon, I promise!
I clench the strap of my shoulder bag and take a deep, bracing breath as the plane I'm in coasts to a shaky stop in LAX international airport. I've never really been afraid of planes, but I'm really nervous about being in a city as large as Los Angeles. Being just a small town girl from the piedmonts of North Carolina, LA is a huge difference from what I'm used to. I'm not just going to be here for a little while either. I'm going to be living in LA. It's the beginning of the summer, and I'm starting school at the university here in the fall, so my parents helped me get an apartment in the city, and I'm moving in now to get settled before classes start in August.
I stifle a yawn. The flight I took was a red eye; super cheap, but not easy on the sleep schedule. I managed to get a little sleep on the plane, but I am still tired, and the day is just starting here in LA. It's about 8:30 in the morning here, but it feels later. Either way, I'm still beat. While standing awkwardly in the aisle of the plane waiting to get off, I pull out my phone and shoot my mom a quick text, letting her know I got into LA safe. Everyone is still just standing in the plane's aisle. Why is the wait to get off of planes always so long? I decide to check twitter on my phone. I never tweet myself, but I have an account to follow people, mainly my favorite youtubers. Hm, it looks like CaptainSparklez uploaded a new survival video.I'll have to check it out when I get to my apartment, and set up my internet.
By the time I look up from my phone, I see the line is moving, and I'm off the plane in a few minutes, stepping into the bright light of the LA sun. I get out of the airport in no time because all I took on the plane was my shoulder bag with my laptop, phone and money in it, so I didn't have to wait to pick up any luggage. All of my belongings had already been shipped to the apartment anyway, and it's being stored in the basement storage area. Ugh, I have to move all that stuff up to my apartment today, or I'm gonna have to pay for an extra day of storage. I'd really rather not have to do that, so I'll have to start on it as soon as I get there. I unsuccessfully try to stifle another yawn. Well, maybe the moving can wait until after a nap.
Finding a cab wasn't difficult at all, and the cab fare wasn't too bad either. The apartment isn't that far from the airport, which is cool because I love seeing airplanes when they are more than tiny dots in the sky. I just hope they aren't close enough to be loud at all times of the night. Ah, who am I kidding? I'll have to deal with a lot of new noises at night now. Back at home the most I had to deal with were bullfrogs, or guineas, or dogs. Not car alarms and sirens. I guess I'll just have to learn to be a heavy sleeper.
Speaking of sleep, I'm almost ready to collapse when the cab driver lets me out at the apartment building. It's a pretty, tall, and glassy building. I suppose this means tall wall length windows in some of the rooms. That'd be nice in the living room, I suppose, but not in the bedroom. I like my dark when I sleep. I start to feel less tired when I walk into the lobby and pick up my key. The lobby is very sleek, and very modern. This building has class. I notice a couple of people wandering around the lobby, presumably tenants. Most of them seem to be college age. It makes sense, since this apartment building is very close to the campus. Plus the campus's bus route runs right by this place, ideal for anyone who didn't bring a car, like me.
Maybe I'll find a good friend in one of these tenants. I have never really had too much luck in the friends department in years past. I had friends in my classes in high school and such, but they were only that, friends in high school. I never really did anything with them outside of the classroom. The one friend I did hang out with a lot moved to a different high school freshman year, and we kind of lost touch. I guess I was never really outgoing enough back in North Carolina, but no one knows me here. They don't have to know I'm shy! I can reinvent myself! But, uh, maybe I'll do that later. Right now I just want to see my new apartment. I've only ever seen pictures of it on the apartment's website, and I want to see it in person right now.