Hey guys! Britta here! Here's the first chapter of Lauren and I's Garrett fic!! :) Hope you enjoy!!

Charlie's POV-

Of course this is how I wanted to spend my Valentine's Day; sitting next to my meathead brother on a 6 hour flight. Florida was far behind now and soon we'd land in Arizona. I'd finally get my chance to start over. I needed a new setting, a new backdrop to my crazy life; Arizona sounded like the perfect place.

"Charlie, your knee is touching mine," Chris interrupted me from my thoughts.

"Sorry," I rolled my eyes and tucked my left leg under my right, "I almost forgot the Chris Kamrada didn't like being touched."

Chris rolled his eyes and glanced back out the window. Don't get me wrong, I loved my brother, but ever since his band started getting bigger, his ego was really starting to get on my nerves.

"I hate planes," I groaned.

"Well it's not like I love this anymore than you do," Chris replied, still gazing out the window.

"Seriously, if we can't get along on a fucking 6 hour flight, how the hell are we going to share a hotel room?" I replied, annoyed.

"We'll manage," Chris shook his hair, "I mean, it's not like we'll be there a lot anyway. You have your pictures, and I've got the band."

"I guess you're right," I replied.

Great. I was hoping on this trip I'd actually get to spend some time together. Chris and I used to be so close when we were younger, but as we grew up, we grew farther and farther apart. Big brothers were supposed to be over protective, weren't they? Sometimes it felt like Chris and I were barely friends, none the less related.

The stewardess sauntered down the aisle and stopped at Chris and I's seat.

"Is there anything I can get you?" she smiled.

"Yes, I'll take…" Just as the plane fell quiet a monstrous burp came blasting out of my throat and I burst into laughter. The stewardess made a face and tried to giggle along, but it was just too awkward.

"Please excuse my brother," Chris huffed.

"Fuck you," I smacked his arm.

"I'll come back and check on you in a few," the stewardess said before marching away.

"Seriously, Charlotte, you need to start acting like a girl," Chris scorned me, "and you wonder why guys don't date you. They think you're a dude."

"Fuck you Chris! And it's Charlie, don't ever call me Charlotte…"

"Okay, Charlie. When are you going to except the fact that you're a girl?"

And here it comes again. Ever since we were about 12, Chris has always battered me about being a tomboy. So what I'm better at soccer than him? Or sometimes I don't wear make-up. That doesn't make me a boy; it means I'm comfortable with myself. Sorry he's not.

"Whatever, Chris." I scuffed the floor with my foot and reclined in my seat, "wake me up when we get to Arizona."

"Fine," he sharply replied.

***

"Charlie, WAKE UP!" I heard a voice calling to me and soon my whole body was shaking. Peeling my eyes open I saw Chris standing before me clutching his bag and I quickly snapped awake.

"Are we in Arizona?" I asked.

"Yes, now hurry up. We have to get off the plane," Chris replied before handing me my bag.

Quickly gathering all my carry-ons together I hopped out of the seat and followed Chris off the plane. The airport was buzzing with people and I was afraid I'd get lost in the crowd. Keeping my eyes on the back on Chris's head I followed him to the counter and watched as he checked our hotel arrangements.

"Our taxi will be here in a few," Chris explained to me, "for now we just gotta wait."

Finding two open spots in the lobby, Chris and I took a seat and he pulled out his phone. He was most likely calling his girlfriend Michelle. She was one of the main reasons we were even on this trip. She was moving to Arizona soon and Chris was going to help her find an apartment. He'd eventually move out here with her, and leave me behind in Florida; unless, my photography career took off, then maybe I'd just stay out here.

I've been taking pictures since I was little. It's always been my passion. From the time I got my hands on my first camera, I'd never put one down. Photography was my release therapy; it was how I expressed myself. It was all I had. Now Florida is a beautiful place, I was running out of things to take pictures of. Arizona would be a new adventure and a new roll of film. I was excited.

Chris hung up his phone and looked over at me. Sighing, he shoved his phone back in his pocket and gave me a look.

"How's Michelle?" I asked.

"She's fine," he replied, "How's Ryan?"

"Ryan? Why would you bring up Ryan?" I groaned.

"Cause I'm guessing you liked him," Chris rolled his eyes, "why didn't you guys date?"

"Things were complicated," I replied, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on Charlie, we're sitting in an airport with nothing to do but talk. Tell me, what was so complicated?"

"We just, we wouldn't have worked out okay," I replied.

"Why not?" Chris urged again, "Maybe if you got a boyfriend people wouldn't call you Charles anymore."

"Correction Chris, you're the only one who calls me Charles," I shot back.

"That's what you think," Chris laughed to himself.

"Whatever, I don't need a boyfriend. Ryan is just a good friend and now I'm not going to see him anymore anyway."

"Tell him to come out here," Chris suggested, "he can stay with you, and I'll stay with Michelle."

"Chris, I'm not going to tell Ryan to get a plane ticket to come to Arizona so we can 'stay together.'"

"Well why not? If you like him and he likes you, you should be together…"

"Let me guess," I interrupted him; "Michelle told you Ryan liked me?"

"She would know," Chris shook his head, "she's like best friends with his sister."

"Oh really," I replied, "So she knows everything about Ryan."

"Pretty much," Chris shrugged.

"Oh that's great, so she knows he's gay?"

Chris nearly fell out of his seat in shock. Gasping for air he replied, "He's WHAT?"

"He's gay Chris, he likes boys."

"So that's why you act like a boy," Chris laughed at his own joke.

"Wow," I stood up, "You're not fucking funny. I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back."

Stomping away I found the bathroom and pushed the door open. It was surprisingly clean…and quiet. That was weird for such a bust airport. I shuffled into a stall and closed the door behind me. Just as I sat down I heard the door push open and feet shuffle in. Looking under the stall wall I saw a pair of zebra ballet slippers slide up to the mirror. Using their right foot they traced a heart on the tile floor and I subconsciously smiled.

I flushed and made my way out of the stall. Turing to face the sink I met eyes with a tall brunette with daring Kelly green eyes. She smiled at me in the mirror and I stepped up next to her. All lay across the counter were her beauty products and she blushed as I managed to get soap in the midst of her products.

"Sorry," she apologized, "I didn't know anyone else was in here."

"It's alright," I laughed.

"I'm Olivia, by the way," she shook her hair and the scent of peaches filled my nostrils. She was dangerously pretty. She could probably sense the jealousy oozing out of my every pore.

"I'm Charlie," I replied. With her hair over her shoulder I noticed a tiny gold heart pendant hanging off of her necklace. It wasn't a cliché heart though; it was in the shape of an actual human heart. I'd never seen anything like it.

"I love your necklace," I gushed. Olivia looked down and smiled.

"My boyfriend gave it to me," she smiled, "it's a long story."

"That's sweet," I replied.

Just as I turned the water off I watched as Olivia's knees buckled and she gripped the sink.

"Olivia, are you okay?" I exclaimed.

"I'm fine…" she began. Soon she was gasping for air. I had no idea what was happening.

"Olivia, I'm gonna got get help." I started for the door.

"No," she called after me, "it, it's my heart. Planes make me nervous, it speeds up my heart rate. I need. I need."

She took another steady breath. "The necklace," she pointed, "open it, please."

I ran to her side and pried open the heart, which I now knew was a locket. Inside were three tiny white pills. I popped one out in my hand and gave it to Olivia. She swallowed it dry and finally regulated her breathing.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," she whispered.

"Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed, "I'm glad I was here, at least now you're okay."

"I told him, I hated planes. I told him I wanted to drive." Olivia complained out loud.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I pulled it out. Chris, of course.

"Look Olivia, I have to go okay. Are you going to be alright?" I asked.

"I'll be fine, thank you for everything," she replied.

"No problem," I left the bathroom and took a deep breath. I couldn't believe I'd just saved someone's life.

Meeting Chris back at the seating area he already had our bags in a heap. Tossing me mine he wrinkled his brow.

"What took so long?" he asked as we walked towards the exit.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I replied.

My bag felt lighter. Swinging it over my shoulder I noticed one of the pockets was unzipped. Sticking my hand in I felt around but never came in contact with any hard plastic.

"Chris," I stopped in my tracts, "my camera's gone."

"What? No it's not!" he gazed down at my bag.

"Were you watching our stuff the whole time?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, no one took your camera. You probably put it in a different pocket."

"No, Chris. I always put it in this pocket. Always, and it's gone!"

Just as I turned to run back to the seating area I bumped shoulders with someone facing the other way.

"Sorry," I apologized as they turned around. "Holy shhhh…" my jaw dropped. "Garrett?"

Garrett Nickelsen from The Maine stood before me and smiled. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and black skinny jeans. His nose piercing was gone and, and…he was holding my camera!

"Hey," he laughed, "I think this is yours, it fell…"

"Thank you thank you thank you," I jumped into his arms.

"You're welcome," he awkwardly replied over my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I giggled nervously and let go of my favorite bassist.

"It's all good," Garrett handed me my camera, "I'm glad I found you, I saw this fall out of your bag and I figured it was expensive."

"You are a life saver," I smiled, "really. Thank you."

"No problem," Garrett nodded. "I like your shirt."

I looked down at my ratty ACDC shirt and smiled as I thought of my dad. It was his shirt, not mine, but Garrett didn't need to know that.

"Thanks," I smiled, "you like ACDC?"

"Hell yeah," Garrett threw up his metal hand. I felt so accomplished. "That's awesome you do, most girls don't."

"I'm not like most girls," I giggled.

"Baby!" I heard a taunting voice call in the distance. Garrett turned around and met eyes with…Olivia. You have to be kidding me.

"Hey babe," he pulled her into a hug, "where have you been?"

"Oh dying in the bathroom no big…Charlie?" her face lit up and she ran into my arms. "Garrett, this girl saved my life."

"I didn't really do…" I tried to begin.

"Yes, you did. You're my guardian angel or something!" Olivia squeezed me again.

"Charlie, we really have to go," Chris finally butted in.

"Sorry guys," I backed away from the couple, "I have to go, but it was nice meeting you."

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll see each other soon. The next time I need saving," Olivia winked and laced her arm around Garrett's.

I waved as I walked away. As soon as they were out of sight I let out a sigh. Of course they were dating. Of course the first genuine nice guy I meet in Arizona is fucking Garrett Nickelsen, and he has a girlfriend. Of fucking course.

Arizona; one. Charlie; Zip. Nada. Sqwat.

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