9. Sydney ?
( Sydney's P.O.V)
For the past hour I've been trying to get a hold of a cab. I have just landed in Los Angles, California.. my home town in a way. This is literally the worst day ever so far. my phone is dead, my flight was delayed, i sat next to a prostitute on the plane. Right now i have absolutley NO ride to the hotel were i'm supposed to be ! What else?!
i walk around aimlessly. This airport is literally a ghost town. I haven't seen another living soul since baggage claim. No cabs, no food... i love food.. no peop- wait... theres a boy in sweats, and a hoodie a few feet away from.
" SIR ! EXCUSE ME!" i yell out. I jog with my huge luggage rolling behind me. I made it up to him by the time he turned around. " have you seen any cabs... people... civilization?" i ask in a sarcastic tone. I can hear him giggle, but it sounded hurt... odd enough he still has his back turned to me. He finally turned to me, his eyes are all i can see.. i saw something in his tired grey-blue eyes.. hurt.
" Actuall- ELEANOR!!", the boy screamed in pain, with his strong British accent. The boy fell on his knees; he began sobbing, he sobbed, and sobbed. damn that he can scream.... but he seems familiar.
"Excuse me? If I may... Are you okay ?" I asked in my most caring, and loving tone possible. He got up with quickness.
"you just remind me of el-somebody," he said stuttering, "I'm sorry." he said in final.
" ermm.. do I know you ?" i asked..
'' you might.. im Louis. Louis Tomlinson, from One Direction.''
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~hey guys ! so whats your thoughts on Sydney ? SHE IS AWESOME AND I HOPE TO CREATE HER IN THIS STORY. LETS GET THIS STORY TO BE MORE KNOWN ! XX ~Sydney