I awoke to a flight attendant asking me if I needed a pillow. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. A rush of pain came over my temple from leaning my knuckle against it. The pain was gone just as fast as it came on.

"Yes, please. Thank you." I replied to the attendant. She was a little chubby. Not fat, but meaty. She was cute in her own way. She scurried off to get my pillow. Not long after she was back with a small, yet fluffy pillow. I propped it up and layed my head against it tenderly. Much better than my fist.

Dammit. I can't fall back to sleep.

There's nothing to do on this plane but sleep...

I looked around awkwardly at the rest of the folks on the plane. None of them were anything special, really. I saw a mother holding her small child. He only had to be around a year and a half, maybe two years old. The little boy was half asleep, however, he was still looking at his mother. I focused on their eye contact. It's amazing... I could see the undying love and compassion in both of their eyes.

I then glanced down at my flat stomach. Nothing there... yet. I sat straight up then slouched down in my seat so my tummy flattened a bit more. My hands went down to my pelvic area. I pressed hard and I could feel a tiny bump. Very, very small and I could move it around a little bit. Should I be this small still? I should know everything about babies and pregnancy. After all, I am the oldest of four. Then again, that was a long time ago that my siblings were born and I was too young to understand.

I sighed, leaning against my tiny pillow once more and began to dream.

After many, much needed hours of sleep (due to early pregnancy fatigue), I awoke, gathered my bags and hurried off the plane. My buttcheeks were really numb from sitting and it took me a minute to gain my footing once again. I never want to spend that much time on a plane again, even though I know I have to from this point on. Damn me and my ambitions.

I got lost around the airport a few times, but apparently there was a man sent to accompany me to my new apartment and introduce me to my room mate.

A tall boy greeted me.

"I recognized you from your picture. It's nice to finally meet you Renna." he spoke with a soft but throaty voice.

I seemed shy at first, maybe because I still felt sleepy. I replied politely, "Nice to meet you too..." I trailed off and pondered.

"Ryan." he replied quickly, "Sorry, would have been a good idea to introduce myself, haha." he chuckled awkwardly. He was cute. He was fairly tall, like I mentioned cute, but in a little boy kind of way. He didn't look as old as he could have possibly been. In fact, he didn't look much older than me.

In the taxi I didn't hesitate to strike up a conversation with Ryan. I'm a very confident person and love meeting new people. He was shy at first, but we got heavily into things pretty fast.

"So," I began, "What connection do you have with me or the band?"

He laughed hysterically. I didn't get it at all.

"You're working for me." He finally stated. "I'm in the band."

"Oh. Wow." I said very plainly, almost in a sort of shock. I didn't feel embarrassed though, just shocked. I had listened to the band, but didn't know much about them, or who they were for that matter.

He laughed once more. The taxi came to a very abrupt stop. The driver didn't slow down or anything. Thank God for seat belts. I looked up at a decent, city-looking apartment complex.

"Well, this is where you'll be staying." He quickly jumped out of the car, running to the back and grabbing my bags for me.

"Oh, you don't have to..." I interjected.

"No, no. It's the least I can do. Here, follow me."

It wasn't that hard getting to my apartment, it was the very last door down the corridor, you could see it from the entrance portal. I thanked God again for my place being so convienient, no stairs.

"I really wish I could stay and chat for a while, Ren, but duty calls." How cute. He gave me a nickname already. And I've only known him for what? Less than an hour? "Good luck getting settled in."

He ran out really fast, slamming the door hard behind him. I turned to look at the family room. My door opened again, Ryan out of breath.

"I... forgot... this..." he panted and handed me a small piece of paper. I could tell it had been ripped sloppily off a page. It had an address on it, "Get there tomorrow by 10:00 am SHARP!" and again he ran off.

What a crazy kid.