Sorry this took so long. Hope you enjoy it!

~PurpleSpring

Aerie's POV

I stepped off the walkway into the airport, the cool air conditioning of the building slapping me in the face. I shivered slightly in my dress, realizing that I should've brought my small black shrug. But I knew that it would be warmer outside, so it didn't matter. I pulled my DVF rolling bag behind me and headed towards baggage claim, which was where Matthew promised to have his limo guy pick me up. My Mui Mui ballet flats made little thumping noises against the tile floor as I walked quickly down to the baggage claim. I absolutely detested airports and flying, but it was unavoidable in my situation. As I descended into the dimly lit baggage claim of LAX I noticed a man dressed in a clean black suit standing next to…Shane Grey? I gasped. He was out in the open, but they're none the less. I was surprised there were no paparazzi there. I pulled a candy colored earbud out of my ear and jogged over to them, the strap of my Philip Lim bag slipping down my shoulder.

"Hey!" I said breathlessly, suddenly skidding to a halt. My ballet flats had little traction so I had to press the bottom of my feet hard into the stone floor. I looked up at the people I was talking to. Shane's dark hair was styled in its usually floppy, messy fashion, and he had on a pair of very large, very white aviators that you always saw those 20-something celebutantes wear when they were trying to hide from someone. Next to him was a driver in the normal uniform of a suit. I smiled at them and quickly turned off my iPod, and pulled the other earbud out of my ear. I held out my hand and smiled widely. "I'm Arabella, but please call me Aerie." I shook the driver's hand and Shane just waved hi. I'm guessing he wasn't so happy about the sibling thing.

"I'm Carson, and I'll being your driver while you live with your father. This is Shane," The driver told me and I nodded. I noticed that my bags were already at their feet. I was slightly confused. Was I really that late? Then I realized that my luggage had come on another flight. Thank god the bags had not been lost. I hated when that happened. And I doubted that the Grey household contained any girl clothes. Seeing as Shane's mother was long gone…

"Hi both of you. Should we go?" I asked, looking at both of them. They nodded, and we exited the airport. We walked in the cool day to the SUV in complete and utter silence. I tried to start some conversation with Shane, but all he did was sulk. I quickly rolled my eyes and stepped into the large black car.

"So, Shane, you're dating Mitchie right?" I asked, and all I got in response was a quick and slightly sarcastic nod. I sighed and realized this was going to be difficult. I muttered under my breath, 'You don't have to be such a bitch about it.' Shane looked up and narrowed his brown eyes at me.

"Hey, don't insult me for being less than cheery about finding out the reason my parents split up was because of you," He said, his voice staying a constant tone of seething. I rolled my eyes and looked out the darkened window.

"Oh please. Yeah, it was my fault that your parents broke up. You're mother didn't know ANYTHING about me, ever. She still doesn't probably. Until I get famous at least. But look," I turned to him, and when he looked away I grabbed his head and turned it to look into my icy blue eyes. "My mother was an insignificant blip on your fathers radar. I didn't know who he was till about twenty-four hours ago. And last time I checked, I spent most of my sixteen years in a dirty apartment walking to school in the freezing cold. My mother had to work her way to the top. Do the math. Your parents split up several years after me. And I've had it much worse than you ever will." And with that, the SUV pulled into the driveway of my new home.

***

The house was a bit overly luxurious like most L.A. homes I would come to find. Everywhere there was some fine piece of art or some interesting furniture, but nowhere could I find a single taste of class. I came from NYC, I knew class. Especially after dating an Upper East Sider for about two years back in freshmen/sophmore year. I quickly walked up to where Shane had told me my room was. I opened the door to find a bright and cheery room, one filled with stylish bookshelves, and lots of nice furniture. The walls were a light, crystal blue and all the furniture was either white or that color. My bed was a twin bed and had extremely fluffy pillows, all tinted either blue, green, or purple. I smiled. This just might be okay.

I raced over to look at my bookshelf. Looks like someone had done their research. All the classics were there, from Jane Austen to Charolette Bronte. I saw all the Cecily von Ziegesar books, which I adored, and all the Zoey Dean ones too. It was funny how my life was turning out to be exactly liked Jojo's in the new A-List series. Except I wasn't as naïve as her. I rushed over to my closet, and found it chalk full of an all new wardrobe, complete with tons of bright colored clothing and many, many gorgeous accessories.

Amazing.

"Hey Arabella, there's a party at my friends house soon. You wanna go?" Shane asked, his voice considerably nicer than before. I smiled brightly and nodded.

"Of course!" He started to close the door when I realized something. "Oh, and Shane, if you wanna keep your head, call me Aerie." He smiled and nodded, and shut the white washed door behind him. So okay, I was totally enjoying my new life. I went to reach for my phone when I saw it. A brand new Sidekick was lying on my bedside table with a small note on it that read, "Hope you like the new room. Here's a homecoming present. –Dad." I squealed with joy. (Which I will never do again, btw.)