Hey, we're so, so, so sorry for the longest wait! See, we have to get together at a time when we're not at school, and that's hardly ever. Well, please read and sorry again. We left off with them getting ready to go to the airport.

"Alright dad, I'll call you when my flight gets in," Troy said, hugging his parents in front of the airport.

"Okay, we love you," his mom smiled.

"Love you too," he said, trailing his suitcase behind him.

"Bye," they both waved. He waved back, and then walked into the busy airport.

First, he waited in the long line to drop of his luggage. He showed the woman at the counter his ticket and he handed her his suitcase. She smiled and he walked on to the security. He set his carry-on on the spinners. Then, he walked through the monitor. It didn't beep so he took his bag and decided to get some coffee. When he sat down at the Starbucks, he decided to call Chad. It rang a few times.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Chad? Hey," Troy said.

"Hey, what'cha up to?"

"I'm at the airport," he said. Chad moved to L.A. too. He got a scholarship a year after Troy did.

"Cool. When does your flight leave?"

"I think like, 9:30 or something. I don't feel like getting my ticket out."

"Okay, well, I'll see you when you get back then."

"Alright, bye."

"See ya," he hung up.

Troy decided to buy a book. It was 9:23, so he went to go to his gate. He was seat 12B.

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"Thank you," Gabriella handed her cab driver the money and shut the door. She was at the airport, finally. She was running late and hoped her flight wouldn't leave. She quickly went through the baggage line, and then security. She put her purse and shoes in the bin. Then walked through the monitor. Suddenly, it beeped for her.

She groaned," Oh great."

"Excuse me, ma'am," the security man said. "Please, come over here."

She rolled her eyes, and then followed him. "You know, I have a plane to catch, and I'm already late-"

"Take a seat."

"Okay," she muttered, then sat down, quickly.

He took his detector and swiped it across her body. It beeped at her arm. She knew it was her bracelet.

"I think we found the problem," he said.

"Uuugghhh."

"Sorry," he said, handing her, her bag. "Enjoy your flight."

"Thanks," she muttered and ran to her gate. She got there just in time.

"Flight 21 now boarding," the flight attendant announced. "Seats, 1-15."

She looked at her ticket, and that was her. She grabbed her purse and waited in line. She showed her ticket and slowly walked in the line to board the plane. She was just so happy to get some relaxation and time to herself. She loved Luke, but he was an energetic little boy. But, he was the best thing that ever happened to her.

"Excuse me, the lines moving," the man in back of her said.

"Oh sorry," she pulled a strand of hair behind her ear and moved on. When she saw her seat number, she put her carry-on bags in the upper compartments. She sat down and breathed out a sigh of relief for getting on the plane on time. She suddenly dropped her book on the floor. Too bad planes have such minimal space to move around. She hunched over and picked it up noticing the man next to her was trying to pick it up, too.

"Oh, sorry," he said.

"No, it's okay," she laughed. "It's such tight space."

"Yeah," he looked up.

She looked up and smiled, noticing his face looked familiar. "Troy?"

"Yeah, hi. Gabriella?"

She laughed, "Hi. How are you?"

"I'm doing good. You?"

"Good. I'm happy. Luke's a handfu- I mean, um... it's nice to see you," she smiled, happy hat she caught herself.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Wow, I can't believe I ran into you."

"Same. What are you doing now a-days?"

"I'm a waitress. Not much, but um, what about you?"

"I play basketball on a local team. Not much, either, but..."

"Excuse me?" An overly weight man with a doughnut interrupted them. Gabriella and Troy looked at him. "I think you're in my seat."

She took out her ticket, realizing she was in seat 11A. "Oh, I'm so sorry. You're right."

Troy groaned at the thought of sitting by a fat man instead of Gabriella, who he hasn't seen in years.

"Nice seeing you again, Troy," she smiled, then got up and moved to the seat in front of them.

"Hi," the man waved.

"Hi," Troy muttered and turned to face the window, knowing it was going to be a long flight.

1 hour into the flight:

Gabriella was reading her book, thinking about Troy. She was happy running in to him because it was her old boyfriend and he looked good now a days, but she couldn't wait to get this flight over with. The thing she was most scared of is telling Troy about Luke.

Troy tried to catch glimpses of her every so often. He was so happy he ran into her. He thought she was hot. He wondered why she was coming to L.A. She was obviously in Albuquerque for a reason. Maybe she still lived there.

After the plane landed, Gabriella couldn't wait to get off. She took off her seat belt as soon as the 'take off your seat belt sign' turned off. She got up and grabbed her stuff. The line was going slow, so she leaned against the chair. When the line started moving, she got off and stopped to look at the sign to go to baggage claim. She followed the signs and went to the carousel. She stood, waiting for her suitcase.

"Hey," she heard a voice behind her.

She turned around. "Hi," she said to Troy.

"So, you're getting your luggage?"

"Uh... yeah. You?"

"Yeah. Oh, that's mine," he said, grabbing his bag.

"That's mine!" She pointed, and was about to lean in to grab it.

"I got it," he picked it up and gave it to her.

"Thanks," she muttered.

"So, where you off to?"

"The Radisson, I think. Yeah, pretty sure."

"Cool. Do you need a ride?"

"Uh, wow. Um, sure. Sounds good."

The car ride was awkward. She wanted to hang out with Troy because he's cool and fun to be around, but she knew if her mom were here, she would tell her that it was now or never to tell him about Luke. When they got there, he walked her up.

"Thanks for the ride. It was great seeing you," she beamed then hugged him.

"Okay. Yeah, it was great," he said, standing by the door as she went to check in.

"Hi. Montez." She told the desk clerk.

"Hang on," he said, typing on the computer. It took him a while. She looked over and noticed that Troy was still standing there.

"Ma'am. It doesn't look like you're on our list."

"What? I made a reservation a week ago. Well, my mom did. Oh no. What if she forgot?"

"I'm sorry," he said once again.

She turned around.

Troy noticed her look. "What?"

"They don't have me on the list."

"Why?"

"My mom apparently forgot to make a reservation."

"Okay..."

"I guess, I'll go somewhere else. You don't have to drive me," she said.

"You could stay at my place."

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