Chapter 3

[The next morning]

Her bags were packed as she stood outside her door, waiting for the taxi to arrive. It was exactly 8am and she was in good spirits – well as good as they were gonna get – she had her sun glasses on, covering any form of sleeplessness from the outside world.

For once the LA weather was not as sunny as it usually was but she didn't let that fade her mood. She dreaded having to see his brother, she loathed him. He probably looked just like him. Caroline didn't know if she could deal with a Tyler look alike. But then again they did say half brother so maybe she was in luck.

However much she hated the idea of gate crashing Tyler's house, she had to make some kind of effort. What would the neighbours think if she turned up in sweat pants?

She had her hair newly curled as they bounced in the wind. She even made an effort with her shoes – brand new Louis Vitton – if her mood wasn't going to change, at least her outfit can pretend she was happy

[Raining]

It was like the Gods hated her.

She stood there drenched head to toe.

Curls...not so much,

Shoes...ruined.

She peered through her soaked fringe covering her eyes as the taxi pulled up in front of her, talk about timing she thought as she lunge her bag into the back seat, dragging herself in. Clearly the world wasn't letting her be happy or attempt to be. Miserable mood it is she thought, it was less effort anyways.

The taxi driver stared at her through the rear view mirror, she could only just about see his oval brown eyes as they peered at her

"Where to love?"

"The airport"

She arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare. The heater in the taxi had remotely dried her hair to a frizz and her shoes weren't squeaking, she was good to go. She didn't even look in a mirror or even her reflection in fear that she would pass out with how disgusting she looked.

She had to keep reminding herself, this was for a good cause. Caroline was all about good causes, obviously she wouldn't risk her life for this cause especially after how she was treated.

She boarded the plane as she found her seat and sat comfortably. It was a long journey a head of her but she had to attempt to make the journey tolerable.

She was early and so her aisle seat was just her. She hoped that it would stay that way or maybe a nice handsome bloke would sit next to her. She watched as the people walked by, there was a guy that caught her eye. He smiled at her as she smiled back – this was it, the flight might just be tolerable if he sat next to her - but his smiling walked right past her as she sighed.

Then she saw the Shrek look alike walking right behind him, a large man waddling towards her please don't be him she thought, scratch that, she prayed but as he got closer she had that gut feeling, that little voice inside of her screaming sucker!

The man sat next to her as he smiled looking down at her slender figure. He struggled to buckle the belt around his waist as his eyes didn't leave her. He could be a perfectly nice man, right? Just because he looked...untidy didn't mean his behaviour was the same. She tried to convince herself that this man was lovely that he was the BFG of the airline

"Hello" he chuckled as he licked away mustard from the corner of his mouth. She stared at the green thing between his teeth and controlled herself not to barf. She didn't know any man could be so repulsive. She held her breath before trying to reply

"Hi" she choked realising that holding your breath and speaking wasn't technically possible

"What brings you to Paris?" he sneezed into his hands before rubbing them on his trousers. Could this day get any worse? She would be leaving this plane with more than a bad attitude.

But Caroline wasn't one to be impolite especially when he was trying so hard to be nice to her. She would try and get along with him but eventually she would pretend to be asleep for the whole journey either that or the head phones were going in and never coming out. It seemed mean but she was hardly in the mood to speak to a guy who clearly had a thing for her, especially one that looked like he could spread diseases with just a look

"I have some business to take care of, how about yourself?" the man's eyes softened as he looked down as his hands. It looked like he was about to cry or sneeze again?

"My wife and I always go to Paris on our Anniversary, every year without fail but she died recently" he sniffed "so I guess it's just me this time" her heart went out to him. She knew what it was like to lose someone you loved – or thought you did – she felt like touching his hand showing that she cared but as she looked down and saw how dirty his nails were, she thought twice.

The corner of her lips curls, ignoring all the obvious signs that repulsed her, taking his hand. The man looked like he needed some compassion

"My boyfriend died earlier today in a plane crash, I know exactly how you feel" the man gasped as he stared at her and how calm she seemed

"Oh I'm sorry, you're dealing with it well. I know if it was me, I wouldn't have the guts to get on a plane. Good for you" she didn't think of that way before he mentioned it. The plane was in the air, almost fifty feet at least and she was started to feel queasy. Too late to back out, she inhaled heavily as she thought about Tyler.

Her boyfriend died in a plane and here she was moments later in a plane herself. Surely fate didn't repeat itself twice in a day?

She grasped the arm rests in her hands as she began clenching her fingertips, trying to calm herself

"Are you alright? Did I say something?" her panting started to increase with every word that left his mouth. She held a finger out at him as she stared down at the chair in front of her

"Give me a second"

"Oh was it about flying?" she nodded with her eyes slightly closed "I'm sorry" she just shushed him again as she tried to think about less about it. She thought about what Tyler might have been doing in his last minutes and then thought about her last minutes.

It sent a shiver down her spine, why was she doing this to herself?

Her eyes looked out the side window seeing how high up in the skies she was now. All she could see was the clouds as the skies were diming.

That was the last thing she saw before she fainted, drifting into a deep sleep for the rest of the journey.

She's nearly there, steps closer to meeting him! Everyone exciting? I know I am :) Thank you SO much for all the support so far, I mean 9 reviews and I'm only on chapter 3, that has to be an achievement! Stay tuned, it's about to get hot :)

© Ms Zola, Oct 2012