First chapter... let me know what you think. Please Read and Review. Italics is flashback.

It was finally the 1st of July the day I had been waiting half a year for. I had woken up bright and early and started trashing my wardrobe to find an outfit that would make me look effortlessly beautiful. With no such luck I just put on a pair of deep blue denim jeans, a plain white top and my favourite brown leather jacket. I applied my makeup and tried to make my horrible hair try to look somewhat appealing. I took another glance in the mirror and smiled at myself, hoping this would give me a little confidence. I put my boots on and then grabbed my bag and car keys and headed downstairs to my car. I then took a breath and started driving toward the airport. My best friend in the whole world was coming back from a trip to Italy and I was eager to see him.

We had been friends for almost my entire life. I still remember that day, my Dad had dropped me at my cousin Bethany's house for her sixth birthday party, I was about four years old and I did not want to go. But seeing as this was my Dad's sister's daughter I had to go. I remember how she had gotten all of these beautiful dolls as presents and she then forgot all about this one doll she had that she threw it into the sandpit. All I wanted to do was play with that abandoned doll and being the bitch she has always been, of course she wouldn't let me. Then out of now where this little boy who was about five years old tells her off and tells her to share with me. Then Bethany gives me the doll and she goes off running to her Mum. I was so happy that this boy wanted me to play with the doll; normally Bethany was the popular one, who had all the minions after her even when she was six years old. I took the doll happily and started playing with her. The boy then sat next to me "my name's Randy" he said. "My name's Lea" I said.

Suddenly the sound of a horn beeping awoken me from my reminiscence and I was now at the airport. I had a look at the time and there was still another hour till his plane landed. So I decided to get a coffee since I missed breakfast. I sat down on one of the many couches they had at the airport and the warm cup heated my cold hands, I hated how cold it would always be at airports. I sat there nervously, drinking the coffee to calm down. I had been waiting and waiting for this day since the day he left and now I would see him again, he was gone for six months and this was the first time we had been apart. He would email me messages about his trip and send me pictures but it wasn't the same, I missed him so much. The thing was that I'd been in love with him ever since he had left. I think I always was but it wasn't until he wasn't here that I realised that. Now every second felt like a minute and every minute felt like an hour. I couldn't wait.