Boring. So very, very boring.

I hit my head repeatedly on the head rest with a groan. Why can't the damned plane take off already? How hard is it to get everyone on?

"You'll get a concussion if you keep hitting your head like that, Stell." Charlie says from behind me.

I can't tell if he's joking or not so I turn around and say,"Charls, I do not want to catch your stupidity, so if can you do me a favor and shut the fuck up, I'll much appreciate it."

He throws his arms up in surrender and I turn back around, my glare never slipping from my face. Maybe me being a bitch won't make the plane take off any sooner, but it sure would provide some entertainment.

Suddenly, some one falls into the seat next to me with a great huff of annoyance. I realize that, that someone is a girl. And not just any girl, but a hot girl. Her long brunnette hair falls just below her chest and cascades down her back in smooth, soft looking curls. Her eyes, even though holding a pissed off quality, are the most mesmerizing brown I have ever seen and I know that I could easily get lost in them.

But I'm glad they are glaring at the head rest in front of them because I would be beyond screwed if she sees me staring at her like a creeper.

I hear her mumble something incoherent while crossing her arms and pouting like a five year old.

Cute.

Although her demenor yells "stay the fuck away", her smooth brown skin calls to me like an unsolicited achilles heel, urging me to reach out and run my fingers up the exposed skin of her arm through her strapless, peach colored sun dress.

But that can end up in so many bad ways- like going to jail. Again. So I settle for clearing my throat in hopes to get her attention.

"What?" She snaps after my second attempt. Her tone of voice doesn't deter me from my goal one bit. And I show this much by giving her my best smirk/grin. Yes, this always seems to work, and no, she does not seem to be an exception.

Some of the anger slowly slips away from her face as I say, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be so angry."

But her response is something that I do not expect.

She snorts. And not just that, no, she also rolls her eyes.

"And how many times has that line worked?" She inquires, a mocking lit to her voice. I frown, realizing this girl won't be as easy as the others.

"Many times, thank you." I counter indignantly, my pride being damaged just a bit. But that seems trivial when she laughs, because, god, that laugh. I've heard many amazing melodies, I'm in a band for hell's sake, but her laugh could easily become my favorite song. Even if it's at my expense, it consumes me and makes my frown turn into a small smile. It's beautiful to say the least.

"Okay, okay, I get it. It was corny." I say after a few seconds of admiring her laugh. Not that I want to stop her, no, I could listen to her laugh for hours on end. But she's gaining people's attention and I didn't really need them to know that Stella Yamada fumbled.

"Beyond corny." She establishes, her laugh boiling down to a giggle.

I give a mock resigned sigh and nod my head. I turn towards her and find her eyes analyzing me, the previous anger completely gone. A small smirk graces my face when I realize that I'm the reason for that.

"Let's start over, alright?" She nods. I hold out my hand.

"I'm Stella Yamada."

For a few agonizing seconds she appears to contemplate taking my hand, but ultimatley decides against whatever was holding her back and grasps my hand in her soft one.

"Alex. Alex Russo."

Soooooo... there really isn't much to say besides I'm lazy and have started high school this year. Tons of homework and nonexistent studying to do, ya know? With that being said, I can't promise any updates any time soon, but I can promise that I will be working on this story throughout this year. so...I'd MUCH appreciate it if you left a review or something just to encourage me. 'Cause everyone needs a little pushing. (sniffledon'tgiveuponmesniffle) Thanks gum drops ! (God, that was corny) and I love you all. FREE HUGS FOR EVERYONE! welp, back to the bat cave...

~Skai (also, apologies for the pure sucky-ness of this chapter)