I found this a very sweet and thoughtful chapter to write. The final OC makes her debut and problems from Draco's point of view are resolved.

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Enjoy Chapter 37 of Dreams!

Draco POV

I strapped a sports bag across my shoulder as Lia and I entered LAX Airport. A taxi had dropped us off from the hotel we'd stayed at for two weeks and I couldn't have been any happier to get out of LA. Lia however, trudged beside the whole time, mumbling to herself and tweeting from her phone. She had 2 constant followers and 10 followers in total, so I didn't understand why she kept tweeting even though no one listened to her. In fact, I'd been fed up with Lia's actions since the incident in the warehouse with Jade. When I thought it was all over, Lia just had to screw everything up and get herself into even more trouble.

I hid my face in a black and white striped hoodie so the people around us wouldn't recognize me. Several cops eyed me on the way to the security line, but I ignored them because they didn't bother me. I worried mostly about security. Lia's recent activities had gotten her into trouble, and the last thing I wanted was to not make it on the flight.

Eventually, Lia and I arrived at the security check-in line. I pulled out my passport and flipped down my hood. One person to our left stared me down, and I instantly knew this person knew me from somewhere. I chose to look back at them for a split second then return to gathering my items. After that, I hadn't felt any more stares besides for cops, who I didn't worry about at the moment.

We reached the front of the check-in line and I showed the assistant my passport. She smiled towards me, so I faked a friendly smirk to avoid chaos. The lady handed me back the passport and motioned for me to go through. Lia was able to go through as well. I took a sigh of relief, but I was completely oblivious to the following event.

As I passed through security scan with a breeze although the police recognized me as a former convict, Lia had to stop before continuing. That's when I heard a loud beeping noise. Slipping my shoes back on, I spun to find Lia being patted down. The security cop grabbed a picture from another cop and glanced back and forth from the picture to Lia.

I could barely hear the first cop grumble to his partner, "This is her." With three swift motions, I never saw Lia again. I could only suppose she had gotten her revenge for attempted murder on Jade, a legally blind woman, something even I wouldn't have done.

While walking down the hall towards my flight deck, I took deep breaths, glad that it had been her instead of me. I was tired of the blame, the fights, and the jealousy. In my opinion, Lia and I needed to restart our lives, and obviously she couldn't handle it.

Once they called my section up to board the plane, I was the first one in front. I placed my bag in the upper storage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat, next to the window. Lia's seat would have been to my right, but she wasn't there, so I was alone.

When the captain prepared the plane for takeoff, I grabbed a small pillow I'd stuffed in my bag. I had that pillow for years. It belonged to Rebecca when she was a little girl. Ever since her death, I'd had it in my possession, and never let go of it or told anyone, especially Lia and Mitch. Closing my eyes and remembering the past, I turned the pillow so it would fit comfortably and placed it against my head. The last thing before dozing off were the puffy white clouds in the endless blue sky.

All of the sudden, I felt a slight shake that woke me up. That's when I realized the plane was in midst of landing. I stretched out my shoulders, stuffed the pillow back into my bag, and waited patiently for the right time to get up. Although amazed at the amount of time I slept, I felt relieved that I hadn't spent five hours doing nothing productive.

When the plane finally parked, I stood up and slipped on my bag again. I waited my turn to leave like any normal citizen and dragged myself over to the nearest coffee kiosk. As I flipped through my stack of dollars, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I bit my lip, afraid of what would come next. But once I turned my head, I met the gaze of a skinny girl who seemed a bit younger than me. Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the light of the airport. The girl pulled back a strand of long silky brown hair. She wore a purple crop top that only showed a small part of her stomach, skinny jeans, and black high tops. I stopped as soon as I laid eyes on her.

"I'm sorry to bother you," the girl begun, "But do you have a dollar you can spare? I'm trying to save as much money as I can to get a taxi ride into Manhattan... but I'm really thirsty. Since I can see you have spare cash…"

"Sure," I blurted, "Anything for someone with your manners." My usual straight and serious expression turned soft and innocent.

"Why thank you," the girl replied.

"What do you want?" I questioned, glaring at the menu.

"Just a water bottle."

I faced the girl again. "Why don't I just buy you a coffee?"

"You would do that?"

"Why not?"

The girl smiled and pulled yet another strand of hair behind her ear.

We reached the front cashier and I bought two coffees: one for me and one for her. Although I didn't have too much money on me, it was enough to sport someone as beautiful and sweet as this stranger to a coffee. I didn't even care if I knew the girl or not: it felt I'd known her my entire life.

As I readied to walk off, the girl tugged on my shirt. "Can we sit down? I was just on a long flight."

"You want to sit down… with me?" I was honestly shocked that someone actually wanted to sit down and have a normal conversation with me instead of worrying about if I would hurt them or not.

"You bought me coffee. At least I deserve to know your name."

I nodded, smiling. "Okay. Let's talk."

The girl led to me a set of benches along a window, looking off into the outskirts of the city of New York. We sat down on a vacant bench and she set her black and pink polka dotted rolling suitcase by her side. I did the same with my black sports bag.

"So…" the girl started, "What's your name?"

"Draco. Draco Kehtarin."

"I'm Aria Lewis."

She stuck out her hand and I easily shook it. Her grip perfectly fit with mine and it seemed it hadn't been the first time I'd touched that hand. "That's a pretty name."

"Thanks. It's been passed down in my family. My great-grandmother's name was Aria too. I'm from Alexandria, Virginia. It's a very historical city."

"I'm from Seattle, Washington, but I've lived in Los Angeles for a year."

She chuckled, "You didn't seem you were from here. You were actually nice."

"To be honest… no one has really called me nice before."

"How come?" Aria looked at me with curiosity and worry.

"It's a long story…" I glanced away, trying to ignore the situation.

"If I tell you why I'm here instead of in Virginia, you'll tell me why you're here. Deal?"

I hesitantly nodded.

Aria smiled and deeply exhaled, beginning her story, "In middle school and high school, I was constantly bullied by these two girls. They couldn't stand the fact that I had better grades and was better at dancing than the both of them… combined." I could spot small droplets of water streaming down her cheeks and her talking pace slowed down. "So… I turned to cutting… and I almost committed suicide..." Aria paused and looked away, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I agreed to this. I barely know you."

"You can trust me. I have a worse story," I revealed. Aria shifted her vision towards me as I whispered, "I killed a man. His named was Blake Shard. Two years ago… I had a personal mission to destroy this innocent family's future… Blake threatened to tell my targets everything if I made a wrong move. One night, my targets and their friends went out to dinner… Blake was there with his date… I had no other choice but to slice his throat open with a knife and flee the scene… Until two months ago, I hadn't felt guilty about his death. For two years now I've been after this girl and her brother… I feel horrible for the things I've done to them. That's why I'm here. I needed to get away from it all. There was supposed to be another girl with me… Lia… but she couldn't handle the pressure of starting over. Lia is still in LA, in custody of the police."

"I'm sorry."

I couldn't dare to look Aria in the face. "Why? I'm a killer."

"You may have been a killer… but I can tell that you've changed. If you were a killer, you wouldn't have bought me coffee or sat by my side as I told you my personal story… Draco… you are a good man. Not many people may have seen you as that back in Los Angeles or Seattle, but I believe you."

"No one has ever said that. Thank you." I faced Aria, holding back tears.

She giggled, finding herself crying as well. She took out two tissues from her suitcase, wiping my eyes with one of them.

"As I was saying…" Aria continued, wiping her own tears with the second tissue, "The girls drove me to insanity. They talked behind my back, called me names, and physically harassed me. I couldn't deal with the pain they put me through so I decided to end it all. Fortunately, my parents found me before it was too late and sent me to a therapy camp in the next city over. I spent 10 months in the camp, which is a long time to get over something like that. After the 10 months were up, I returned home, packed up my stuff, said goodbye to my family, and boarded the first flight to New York City… the place where dreams come true. I hope at least in my case they do."

"You don't seem like the type of person who could be treated that way."

"I could say the same with your story. And don't you start saying that you weren't the victim… that you were the criminal… but believe me Draco. I don't know you too well as of now… but from what I see… I see a strong, independent, brave young man who has learned from his mistakes and is ready to begin a new life."

Aria's speech took me by surprise. How could a complete stranger trust me with their personal backstory? I was baffled. "Aria… how can I repay you?"

"The coffee was enough."

"Are you sure…?"

Aria stood up and helped me onto my feet, "You know what? Why don't you join me at my aunt's home in Manhattan. You can pay for the taxi ride and then we can begin something new together."

"Aria, I would absolutely love that."

The girl with the shimmering blue eyes took me by the hand once I grabbed my bag and we walked hand in hand into the hopeful city of Manhattan.

Draco is finally happy! Aria has entered the story and her creator no longer needs to worry! I told her that everything would work out and it has!

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