Charlie skated onto the frozen pond with ease.

Pulling her helmet over her vibrant red hair hurriedly.

She saw her 5 friends across the way and skated over to them with too much enthusiasm, she realized she had gained to much speed and was going to crash into them.

She clenched her eyes shut and prepared herself for the impact.

She heard her friend Carlos shout a warning.

She felt her shoulder come into contact with someone's side.

She was thrown backwards and her head hit the ice with a thud, And Charlie blacked out.

She woke up on a plaid couch surrounded by her five concerned friends.

Her best friend Laila was hovering over her.

Concern etched across the young brunettes features.

Charlie brushed her friends hands away, surveying her friends.

She spotted one of them in a sling. She sighed heavily.

"Kenny. I'm really sorry." She mumbled, her face flushing pink.

Kendall only laughed. "you should see the other guy…I mean girl." He teased, motioning to her.

She finally noticed the throbbing of her skull.

"concussion number two. Charlie you're going for a record. Your only 11… somebody call Guinness book of world records. She'll have at least 6 by the time she's 16. Who wants to put money on it." He continued.

Charlie growled and lunged herself at him.

Playfully punching his good arm, careful to avoid the one in a sling.

But when he grinned up at her, Charlie realized two things.

One, she could never stay mad at him, and two, she was in love with him.

Charlie sat awkwardly next to her best friend Laila in her seat on the plane.

Her red hair was pulled back in to a ponytail, but her long bangs kept falling in front of her face.

She groaned as she tucked them behind her ear for the millionth time.

Laila only chuckled. "Your nervous" she said sympathetically.

Charlie shook her head vehemently

. "I am NOT nervous. I am simply uncomfortable with airplanes. They don't make any sense. How do they stay up? How do I know that I wont fall into an ocean on the way to L.A? " Charlie rambled characteristically.

Laila couldn't hold back her laughter "Charlie" she interrupted politely, but Charlie continued to ramble, no longer making any sense, and Laila was unsure if she was even speaking English anymore.

"Charlie. There are no oceans between Minnesota and California… its all land." She pointed out softly.

Charlie flushed, before throwing her hands up in the air dramatically.

" I don't care! This plane is a death trap!" she exclaimed stubbornly.

Crossing her arms, slouching in her seat, Staring out the window, and tapping her foot impatiently.

Laila was relieved when Charlie finally fell asleep. The redheads face pressed against the glass of the window was comical, and the brunette was tempted to snap a picture on her cell phone.

But she thought better of it, knowing that it wasn't worth the wrath of her best friend later.

The captain came over the intercom, announcing that they were approaching LAX and that everyone should secure their carry on and return their seats to the upright position and buckle back up.

Laila struggled to wake her friend. Who had always been a heavy sleeper.

Charlie groaned and slapped away her friend's insistent hands, which were shaking her from her pleasant dream of kicking ass at a NWHL game.

"Wake up charls, we're about to land." Laila said in a frustrated whisper.

"Shit! We're here?" Charlie demanded, panicking slightly as the seatbelt tightened and restrained her from getting up from her seat.

"No. We're landing. Chill out. You're scaring the old lady across the isle." Laila said calmly.

Charlie breathed in deeply. Relaxing in her seat. Gathering her things back into her carry on.

She shoved her turquoise and black laptop back into its case, and pushed it into her army green messenger bag.

She shoved her iPhone into her pocket and zipped up her bag quickly.

She clenched her eyes shut as the plane began to descend.

Charlie glared at the captain as they passed the cockpit on their way out of the plane.

"He did that on purpose" she muttered to Laila.

"Did what? Flew the plane with no incidents?" Laila asked sarcastically.

Charlie rolled her grey blue eyes.

"No! he grazed my ass!" she insisted passionately.

"Oh lord Charlie. Relax. He was trying to help you get untangled from the seatbelt. It's not his fault you're the most graceless person on this planet." Laila said with a smirk.

"Shut up. I don't like you." Charlie said childishly, crossing her arms and pretending to pout as they made their way to the baggage claim.

"lies, lies, lies yeahhh" Laila sung quietly.

Making Charlie laugh against her will.

Charlie spotted her suitcase and snatched it off the rotating machine with ease.

She nudged Laila's off the track just to piss her off.

Laila growled under her breath, but said nothing to the childish redhead she called her best friend.

As they walked towards the exit, charlie slid her ray bans onto her freckled face and grinned.

She pointed towards the doors, and outside, the sun was shinning and there wasn't a cloud in the sky,

"Hello California." She said enthusiastically.