Michelle's POV:
I sat on the plane, when people in front of my started getting off. I needed to make sure I had everything. Phone? Check. Money? Check. Passport? Check. Backpack? Shoot, where'd it…oh, it's on my shoulder already. "This was so much easier when Gil just tells me what I forgot." I mumbled to myself getting off the plane, and went straight to bathroom to change. The heavy sweat shirt and sweat pants was replaced with a blue and gray tie-dye tank top and short shorts. It was difficult to believe in the middle of March it was warm. Completely different from Michigan. I bought a water bottle, and went to the luggage line, to get my bag and guitar. After standing there awkwardly alone for a while I got my duffle. Then waited. And waited. And waited.
"Hey, boys. Look, 1D logo." I heard an English accent yell. I spun on my heel to see the carousel of luggage that came from London. I knew on my guitar case there was the 1D logo. I was pretty sure that there wasn't many One Direction logo's around. I skipped over, of course. Somehow my guitar was the one that got mixed up, I picked it up, and turned around to see the boy that had said that. There was more than one boy though, there was five. I nearly dropped the guitar as I looked at the smiling boys.
"Whoa! Wait! One Direction!" I knew my face probably displayed my stupid smile. "Oh my Niall. What are you doing here? Can you sign my notebook?" I said, but already had my notebook out to them with a pen on an open page.
Gil's POV:
She'd be off the plane now. I can't believe I'm still just sitting here, waiting for her to call, to tell me she has everything, to say she's okay. She probably forgot Stranger Danger. What if she gets kidnapped? Killed? Something's wrong. I know it.
"Gilly! Get inside," My stepsister yelled.
"For the 8 millionth time, don't call me Gilly!" I yelled back from the tallest Oak in the woods. A screen door slammed. "She's mad again. I'm not surprised." I climbed down the tree, and headed to the back door. "Maybe I should call her. No. I'm sure she's fine."
"If you're done having a war with yourself go to pizza hut and get the pizza." My stepsister's head was out the window. I sighed and started walking around the house. There wouldn't be that little girl in the passenger's seat singing to the radio. Well, she's still little to me. She acts strong, but I'm not buying it. I jumped a little when my phone rang, hoping to see the little girl with her tongue touching her nose. But it wasn't, I declined it, and sighed. She better be okay. I don't know what I'd do if she wasn't.
Liam's POV:
Harry shouted about seeing our logo on a guitar case. A girl had skipped up, and took it. Then freaked when she saw it was us. She was cute, and very flirty. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed when she had to leave.
"I kind of thought that we would get less of that coming here." Niall said, while in the car. "I'm glad it was just her. She was cute though." The boys agreed, but I stayed quiet. "Liam what do you think of her?"
"She's cute, not hot. But cute." I said hoping that I wasn't blushing. But I knew my face was a light shade of red. I looked out the window, as they talking about the little things they thought made her cute. There was nothing else to talk about. I couldn't help, but let the corner of my mouth lift, as they tried to imitate her giggle. I wondered where she had been going. A young American girl all alone in Puerto Rico. I hoped she was going home to someone.
"Liam. Liam! Move, would you. I want to get out of the car and go into the hotel. What are you stoned?" Louis's voice rang into my ear. His mouth was right next to my head. I slipped out of the car, still slightly dazed. "Is someone in there?" knuckles knocked on my head.
"So, where are we going tomorrow?"
"We're somewhere warm." Louis said. "Where do you think we're going tomorrow?" I shrugged. "The beach! Don't be stupid."
"I'm not stupid." I said quietly, biting my lip. "That should be fun. Will it be a popular beach?" I asked thinking that I may hopefully bump into that girl from the airport again. Louis began checking us in and we went up to our room.
"Why are you so quiet?" Louis asked me, I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah, well I'm bad cop! I'll make you talk!" He intarrogated me all the way up to the room. I laughed, but my mind was still on the girl.
Michelle's POV:
Getting into the cab I still couldn't believe that I had seen One Direction. For a second I wanted to stalk them, tell the driver to follow them, but I knew I couldn't. I wanted to see them again. I knew my smile probably turned them all off. I thought about calling Gil and telling him about it. But I was too busy looking out the window. No snow. It was weird, to non-white. My heart started beating faster in excitement as I got farther away from Diego Jimenez Torres Airport and closer to my Uncle José's house. It was only about ten minutes away. And I could bike to the beach, once I learn how to ride a bike. I was there before I knew it. Getting my bag and guitar I went to the front door, after paying the cab driver. I knocked on the door. No answer. "Hello? José? Are you there?" No answer. The bike was gone, he probably rode somewhere to get food. He was huge into the environment and sold his car six years ago. I went around to the back, and opened the door. I went straight into the kitchen and grabbed the jar of peanut butter and a spoon. Went to the guest room and started eating after setting my guitar and bag down.
Gil's POV:
Why hasn't she called? She has no idea how much it worries me.