I looked my boarding pass over and over hoping that it will make the time go by faster and take a bit of the nerves away. It's been a long time since I've been on a plane. I didn't need to do a lot of traveling. This time it was important though, I was going back to my hometown, Dallas, Texas. My younger sister, Quinn is getting married, and I have to be there. When we were kids we promised each other that we wouldn't miss each other's weddings no matter what. Back then, of course, we thought I would be the one getting married first, since I am the oldest. I kind of just brush it off now. My work keeps me busy. I don't give it much thought as I used to.

I decided to get here really early. I didn't want to miss my flight or even risk it. I came prepared too. I have my music, laptop and cell phone. As expected LAX was packed as the departure time neared. Soon I was crowded among other people with their carry ons and crap. I couldn't even finish what I was blogging on Tumblr.

Thirty minutes till boarding time. I gathered up my things and headed to the gate. The way there I was alone. Surprisingly. I stared at my boarding pass again, reading it over and over again. The nerves of flying had come back. I held my stomach. I felt a little sick. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see a really tall guy walking in the same direction as I was. He didn't see me at first, but when he did his eyes were big and wide. I gave him a confused look. I looked away and ran face forward into a parked security cart. I felt my head hit the seat and my legs fly up in the air. I knew I made a complete flip. I felt the blood rush to my face. I let myself fall to the side and instead of landing on my feet like I had planned, I landed in a big pair of rock hard arms.. He was standing above me now and that's when I noticed them, his eyes. Big hazel eyes, he had.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Bduh-uh-muh, yeah yeah. I'm fine."

He smiled, showing off his white teeth.

"That was quite a flip," he chuckled.

"Yeah, sure was."

I noticed my bag a couple feet away form me. I reached for it, but it was already in his hands, handing it to me.

"Thanks," I said.

I picked up my boarding ticket and continued to walk to the gate. I was so embarrassed.

I walked through the tunnel and to the plane with a couple people by my side. I guess not too many people were travelling to Dallas today. I looked at my boarding pass once again. Seat 27B. I walked down the aisle, reading the numbers above the seats as they got larger. I stopped at row 27 and I saw him. The tall, hazel-eyed guy, sitting in seat A, looking out the window. I looked at my boarding pass making sure I was in the right row, and I was. My seat was next to his. I put my small carry on bag under my seat and sat down. He didn't turn yet. He hasn't seen me. Part of me wanted him to, but at the same time, not really.

"Hey," I said, surprising myself.

He finally turned and he smiled.

"Oh hey! You're going to Dallas?"

"Yup. You too?"

Of course he is! He's on this flight isn't he? Why am I asking?

I mentally slapped myself.

"Yeah, I have family over there."

"Oh yeah, me too."

"How's your head? It looked like you hit it pretty hard."

"I'm fine," I smiled. "Thanks."

For the first hour of the flight we were pretty quiet. I had my headphones in and I was blasting Heffron Drive. I didn't even notice that I was tired enough to fall asleep, but when I woke up I was resting my head on the stranger's. I sat up immediately embarrassed again. Then I realized that he was asleep, his head resting on the window. I watched him closer, now that I knew he couldn't see me. His skin was soft looking and tan. His hair was brown and also looked very soft. I fought the urge to run my fingers through it. He began to move a little so I focused my attention on something else. I didn't want him to wake up to find me staring at him like a creep. I watched the penguin movie they were playing for a while. About a half hour later he woke up.

"Are we there yet?" he asked, softly.

"Not yet, we have about ten minutes before we land."

He stretched his arms out and I saw his arms tighten. His muscles looked like they were going to rip through his shirt. I looked away, feeling red again.

"I'm excited to be back in my hometown," he said.

My eyes went wide.

"You grew up in Dallas?"

"Born and raised."

"Me too!"

"No way!"

"So what do you do in L.A?" I asked.

"I used to be a model for 'Cuda Cosmetics, now I kind of help run the company."

"Wow. That's really amazing. 'Cuda products are huge."

I wasn't surprised at all. I should have known he was involved with something like that.

"How about you? What are you doing in California?"

"Well, I don't think I can top your job, I'm in a couple plays in downtown L.A. A group of people and I like to put on shows for little kids."

"Oh so you're an actress?"

"I guess you can say that."

"Trying to make it big in Hollywood?"

I nodded, a little embarrassed.

Growing up everyone's judged me by my dreams. I had to keep most of them inside in order not to get put down or made fun of. No one ever really had faith in me. Every decision I made always had a 'but'. I hated it. That's why I thought I would be best to leave Dallas. Nothing ever happened there in my childhood, why should I expect anything different as an adult. I can't wait for my dreams to happen. I have to make them happen, even if it takes a while.

The pilot announced that we were landing. And that's when it hit me, I completely forgot how nervous I was about this flight. This morning I thought I was going to be vomiting the entire trip, but I didn't. I don't know what it was, but I made it through. I realized I was scared for no reason.

"So maybe I'll see you around? The city might be big, but you never know," he said, as we walked out of the airport.

"Uh, yeah. I'm gonna be here a while anyways."

"I'm James Diamond," he said.

James.

James Diamond.

"I'm Sarah. Just Sarah."

"Nice to meet you Just Sarah," he chuckled.

I got into a cab and handed the driver Quinn's address. As he drove away, I looked back at James and waved. He smiled back and winked. I hoped to see him again. I continued to look out the window, to my beautiful city. Home sweet home.