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"We will be landing in approximately 30 minutes."

The sound of the pilot's voice went all around the plane. I lifted my head from my legs feeling the rush of blood fall to my chest. I held onto the closest and the most stable thing next to me as the plane wobbled in my eyes. I closed them shut to get the shakiness out of my head. As everything settled (and after I scolded myself on how stupid it was to put my head down in between my legs for such a long time), I looked at what I was holding; Troy's leg. Troy was looking right at me with wide eyes. I took it off embarrassed; again.

I heard Chad snicker. I snapped out of my trance as glared at Chad who was innocently reading an instruction manual for his new video camera. He looked at me, "What? I'm not the one who grabbed onto Troy's leg for my dear life."

I scoffed, "Really? I don't believe you." The blush fell from my cheeks, vanishing.

His mouth dropped, "But you were just holding his freaking leg! I saw you with my own eyes Gabster. I saw you! Geez you freaking pulled your head out from in between your legs and then you just grabbed onto his—"

"Prove it." I smirked when he opened his mouth to say something, closed it and opened it again.

"I like you." He suspiciously squinted his eyes at me. "I always knew you weren't so nicey-nice and like 'Oh! I'm reading Huckleberry Finn for fun! I love reading! I'm smart!'"

I laughed at this he felt like the best friend that I've been needing ever since I was born. I mean, I never really actually had friends because of how nerdy I was and because of the multiple times that we had to move. But with Chad, I felt like I could be myself, unlike Troy, whom I manage to embarrass myself in front of him 24/7.

Oh! Right, Troy! I turned to him who was doing nothing again; I bet he felt the most awkward with the three of us. "I'm sorry Troy, for grabbing your leg…" I sighed slightly then mumbled so that only he could hear, "and for the thing with your hand earlier."

"What thing with his hand?" Chad butted his afro in between the seat and my head causing his afro to get all over my face. Once it got into my nose, I tried to hold in my sneeze, but failed, unfortunately.

Achooo!!! I turned my head just in time to sneeze in my arm away from Chad and Troy.

"Bless you." A male voice said, Troy's voice.

"Thanks." I blushed. I must've looked awfully strange during that sneeze. And there I go, managing to embarrass myself, again. All I knew at this time was that if it had just been Chad and me, I clearly wouldn't have been embarrassed, then why with Troy?

Quiet fell over us again, the sound of my sneeze echoing in my head becoming more and more distant as the quietness stilled.

"So…what thing with Troy's hand?" This time, I had scooted a little farther from Chad's hair making it able for me to answer. But before I could, surprisingly, I didn't have to because Troy stepped up and answered. I think he knew I was going to say the truth.

"Nothing, just some accident. Gabi was laughing I covered her mouth then…yeah." He took in a deep breath. "And that she had kissed my hand and suddenly I felt a really shocked and for some reason…good. And I don't want to relive it again, but I want to. Again. And this is starting to not make sense so. Um…well, that's the whole story." Troy completed the sentence in his head trying to get it out of his head that just by one accidental kiss on the hand could do that to him.

"Exactly." Gabriella said after Troy had explained. "I was just being loud and rude and…loud."

Please buckle up! We will be landing in 5 minutes! Enjoy your last five minutes of your ride!

All three of us buckled up. I was thankful that we were landing; I was tired of sitting around all day. I think my butt is getting a cramp, like those really bad ones you get after biking on a rock hard seat.

"You know what I hate?" Chad said as he squirmed in his seat.

"What? Your hair?" Troy said sarcastically. I giggled and then he looked at me. I stopped immediately embarrassed, again. I bet he thinks my laugh is weird just like I do.

"No. Actually, I love my hair, thank you very much. I hate it when people don't tell me the whole truth." Chad looked at Troy and I. My face immediately stoned hard as rock in embarrassment, how did he know? I looked at Troy who was fidgeting with his seatbelt buckle.

"Yeah?" he said still playing with the seatbelt, "Well, I really hate these seatbelts. They were clearly not meant for adjusting. You'd think it would be especially in a public transportation thing." He stopped playing with it once he felt the gravity pulling the plane down. I felt like screaming out loud, if there was something that I loved a lot, it was roller-coasters, and I haven't been on one in three months already. Instead, without attracting attention, I laughed quietly and mentally screamed.

"You like roller coasters huh?" Troy asked me and I felt the tension immediately disappear.

"Yeah I do! I love them. But I haven't been on one for 3 months now. And I really, really want to go on one. And this feels like one sort of. And, well, a really tame one anyways." I know, I ramble when I get excited.

"I actually hate rollercoaster." He said.

"What?! No way! What's there to hate about them?"

"They just…they just mess up your stomach and your hair…and the lines are really long. And it's only 3 minutes. Plus, you could get hurt." He pointed all of the negatives.

"Well, Mr. Pessimist, when we land, I'm taking you on one."

"Then I'm not coming." I laughed at his childness. And for some reason, he laughed too. But I was too shy to ask him why he was.

And…we're down! Thank you for using United Airlines. Hope you enjoyed your ride!

For the first time since I got on this plane, I didn't appreciate the pilot's voice. I hated him, actually, for some strange reason. Because I felt something there. And Troy was actually being…genuine. The flight attendant at the front ushered all the passengers off the plane and back onto the safe ground.

Chad was already up, so I followed. He got his bag and his bigger bag in the casket, pulling them down and waiting in between another row of seats for me and Troy. As I was reaching for my carry-on in the casket, I felt troy's hand on my shoulder.

"Wait, I'll get it for you." I stepped aside as he got both of our bags.

"Thanks Troy." I smiled at him and he smiled back. I know that I'm not going to have to suffer being alone this summer.

***

The three of stood by a big machine waiting for our luggage. I eyed each luggage that passed by me carefully. Unfortunately, lots of people had my brand of luggage.

"Um, it's black, with brown lining. And it had silver zippers. Uh…it kind of looks like that one," I said pointing to the one in front of me, "and sort of like that one too." I pointed to another one that was passing by.

"Okay," Chad said while squinting and putting his hand to his temples, "I think this is going to be harder than I thought."

"Yeah." Troy crossed his arms while his forehead was crinkled up in confusion. "I thought you were the type of girl who would get a luggage with flowers or something…I don't know, girly or something."

"What is that supposed to mean?" There was a hint of frustration in my voice as I glared at him. He was acting like this was his luggage with all his stuff.

"I'm just saying. It would've been so much easier." He groaned, "This is going nowhere, you know what? Just forget what I said." He sighed as did Chad and I. "Did you write your name on it somewhere?"

"There's a tag on it." I walked around the revolving machine that had bags piled up on it. I started to dig in and read all the tags. Once I got to the fourth luggage, I yelled over to Chad and Troy who were doing what I was a few moments ago.

"I found it!" I said as I tried to grab on to it. I clasped my hands around the strap and gripped tightly. I grunted as I pulled; the luggage didn't budge. I let go and wrung my hands breathing in, and then tried again. I gripped onto the strap and pulled with a pained expression. I pulled and I pulled. Suddenly, my hands slipped and the next thing I knew, I was falling to the floor.

As I fell on my butt, I grunted again. I was stunned. I looked to my right seeing Chad and Troy standing there with red faces. I could tell they were trying not to laugh.

"Help?" I asked. Immediately, they were at my side with Chad getting my bag, and Troy helping me up.

"You…okay?" He asked me as he took my hand.

"Yeah. Don't worry, it happens all the time." I couldn't get myself to grin, but really, I didn't care. And for some reason, I wasn't embarrassed.

"I think, "Chad grunted, "that your luggage," he grunted again, "is glued to the bottom."

I laughed, "It's being difficult, isn't it?" I went over to help me, grabbing Troy's hand too. I can't lie; I felt something, like a small shock. It was small, but not small enough to not be noticed. I ignored it dragging him along with me anyways.

All three of us grabbed some part of my bag and pulled. "1! 2! And, 3!" We all put our strength into it and pulled. We all fell to the ground screaming as the bag finally let go.

I looked at the bag and burst out laughing. Then Chad started to laugh and so did Troy. So far on my trip to Stanford for more Academic learning, I've wasted 20 minutes trying to get my luggage out.

***

After an uneventful ride, where we all just slept, we got out of the taxi. I noticed that not much people ride the taxi. We got all our luggages stepping inside the building of Stanford.

Stanford University. It was the start of all my dreams, and I really couldn't help but smile at the name.

A/N: I think this was too short. But it'll all come together in the next chapter. I want to proportion them just right…I think that's what I'm trying to do. Hahaha! Well, PLEASE REVIEW! It means a lot to me, the 6 reviews that I've gotten :D Thanks guys!