Prologue 2

Natalie hated airplanes. They sucked, and whenever she went on them, there was way to much turbulence, or the flight was delayed or it was storming out. She and her sister both had to get up really early, so she had no time to do her hair. So she just put it into a messy bun, and let her bangs hang over her forehead.

"Nat, are we there yet?" Erin asked her sister. "I'm bored."

"No Erin. Bother Jon, or something." She groaned, trying to catch up on the sleep she lost. The worst thing about this flight was that it went into Toronto, then to Seattle, then Los Angeles. And then a two hour wait to board again. Sigh.

"No. Don't let her bother me! I'm trying to catch up on the episodes of the X-Files I missed." Jon groaned, playing with Natalie's hair. Natalie tugged it away.

"What the Hell!" She yelled. Jon just shrugged and turned back to his Ipod Classic.

Natalie had just finally been able to fall asleep when the plane had landed. Natalie grumbled as she grabbed her carry on. Erin and Jon kept pushing each other through the airport, and she just kept yelling at them to shut up, and that they're adults now. Jon had pushed Erin harder, and Erin had fallen on Natalie, who fell on her luggage, that hit another woman walking.

"Ah, Shit." She swore getting up, and helping the woman up. "I am so sorry ma'am. My immature sister doesn't know when to stop."

The woman laughed. "It's okay. I was young once."

"You don't look that old." Natalie told the woman. It was right to. She had nice straight dark brown hair, that was put into nice loose curls, and not a wrinkle or grey hair was in site.

"Thank you, but I'm 38."

Natalie's eyes widened. Especially when she noticed that Erin and Jon just left the airport. "Oh God. L.A is gonna burn down. I knew that I shouldn't have brought them."

The woman laughed and extended her hand. "I'm Remy. Remy Toussaint."

Natalie shook it. "Natalie Crocker. Nice to meet you. Now I must go find my sister and friend." And then she ran off.

They were nowhere to be seen. Natalie had never been so angry in her life. She just jumped into the nearest taxi and told him to drive to the Wilshire Grand Hotel. The usher tried to help her with the luggage, but she insisted on doing it herself. So, she pushed the trollie onto the elevator and pushed the 13th floor. She whisled to herself as the elelvator went up. It opened on her floor, and she pushed the trolly into the hallway and tried to find her suite. She unlocked her door and pushed it opened. She unloaded her luggage and put the trolly outside. Sitting on the otherside of the hallway was Erin and Jon, fast asleep on their luggage. Natalie shook her now loose frizzy hair out of her pale face, and kicked Erin and Jon awake.

"What the hell! We ain't breakin' no rules!" Jon grumbled.

"It's Natalie." She said, tapping her foot. Erin and Jon looked down.

"Sorry Natty."

Natalie sighed and pushed them called her bed, Natalie called her's, which left Jon with the couch. Natalie and Erin laughed at him endlessly just until they decided to watch a scary movie.

"This is so stupid!" Jon groaned, while Natalie and Erin were covering their eyes.

"What the hell, Jon!" Erin yelled. "This is terrifying!"

Natalie laughed nervously before getting up. "I'm going to bed. I have a long day ahead of me."

Jon pointed and laughed as she ran out of the room. She stripped down to her underwear and put on her purplr pyjama bottoms and pink tank top, and jumped into the flannel sheets. The last thing she herd before falling asleep was Erin and Jon screaming.