Hugs to all who reviewed! I'm sorry an update took so long; it wasn't meant to! I hope this chapter is okay and that everyone likes it. I'm sorry if you think some words are used too much but I think it adds to Madison. If you have any ideas, tell me them!

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16th March 2005

JFK Airport, New York

Ew. That was like, the worse plane journey ever. Actually, the entire day just bombed. I had to get up at 6:00am after spending all last night out with my friends (good-bye parties are so stellar; my new word borrowed from Chelsea!). Leaving that early did nothing for me; I need eight hours to look my best.

We arrived at LAX, like, ten seconds late and the fugly woman at the checkout said that I couldn't go first class because I was late. I was angry for sure. She told us she had one seat left in economy (what the hell!) and that was all. My dad offered her $500 to get a seat for me and this woman just stood there! God, why are people so fugly? Have they never heard of a little common courtesy before? Can they say 'ew'?

Then as I'm walking through the terminal some jackass decided to spill his coffee (Starbucks, I read the label) all down my new Milly camisole (so pretty!) God, how much worse could it get! Who cares that this guy was like, so hot and was obviously Californian, my top was ruined! So this jackass completely ignores me, blames me for walking into him and then has the audacity and fugliness to say 'I suppose it was the way you were brought up.' Excuse me? What the hell does that mean!

Okay, the rest of the airport was okay. I had a look around the stupid stores they have. Have you ever noticed that all the people who buy at these stores are the people who are like, the definitions of fug? They only buy Chanel No5 here because they know they're not stellar enough to go out into LA and buy some there. Wow, I'm such a psychiatrist. My Mom once said she thought I understood people perfectly. I do, don't I!

Okay, I got a little side-tracked. Anyway, I'm on the plane and I'm at my seat (window, ew) and suddenly the coffee guy (as in the guy who spilt his fugly coffee down me anyway) sat down and just said 'Hey'.

Hey?

Hey?

What the hell! He just started listening to his I-Pod (through which I could hear The Killers, can you say 'major ew'?) and left me sitting there shocked. Not for long though because then this woman with a toddler sat down. This kid was ugly. I mean fugliest type of ugly. He was butt-ugly. This woman just throws the kid some candy and then leans across coffee guy and goes 'Kids, what can you do?'

She was so expecting a reply and so was coffee guy who was taken aback I'm sure at this middle-aged (old!) woman lying across him. I just said 'Whatever,' and turned away. Like I'm going to talk to her. This may be economy but I have my standards.

So it's just me, coffee guy and fugly family all packed into one row. I was like, so sure that if somebody from my high school would've been there I would be the talk of the school; 'HOMECOMING QUEEN IS A SAD LOSER'. Ew.

Anyway, half way through the flight they bring out the food. Airplane food is so fugly. It's all congealed and disgusting. Anyway, the fugly family plough into their food like it's the first thing they could eat for months. Coffee guy pushed his to the side and turned to face me.

'You don't like it either?'

Okay, maybe I should describe him. He's got brown hair, brown eyes and is tall (when he stood up he was). He's wearing one of those t-shirts that like, holds to every muscle, making it very easy for me to see that he has a very nice body. He's so not fugly anymore.

I manage a 'no' before realizing I sound so stupid.

'No, I hate plane food.'

There, better.

'Me neither. I'm Ben by the way.'

'Madison.'

'Nice to meet you. I take it you're not supposed to be in economy right?'

'How do you know?'

'You have some nice clothes and I've seen you in some magazines and stuff. You know, with Paris Hilton.'

Great. That picture always comes up. Apparently people think we're like, the best of friends. That's so wrong. She's like a porn star almost, ew.

'I was late to the airport.'

'Me too. I'm shooting a movie here in LA. I'm flying back to New York to go do some PR for the new series of my show.'

I knew I knew him from somewhere!

'You're the guy from West Lake Chronicles! I love that show!'

It's true, I do. I sit down every Wednesday to watch it, I'm so addicted.

'Yeah, that's me.'

'You're shooting a movie? That's so stellar!'

'Stellar?'

'My friend Chelsea, she's big on words.'

'Obviously. So, why are you in New York?'

'Life experience mostly. Apart from that, shopping.'

'Sounds…'

But the rest of the sentence is drowned out by fugly lady's kid screaming 'I want candy!' It was so an Aaron Carter moment. The rest of the flight was destroyed by this kid screaming his ass off.

By the time we touched down at JFK all I wanted to do was go to sleep. No, actually I wanted to ban kids and THEN go to sleep. And Ben had to leave early off the plane WITH a bodyguard.

But as I came round the corner of the arrivals lounge, who did I see but the princess of fug herself. And about 3 million members of her fugly family.

Welcome to New York, Madison! Ew.