As Eliza-Jane set up to leave D.C, she had only two thoughts in mind. Would this all be worth it? And am I making a huge mistake? Taking a final look around her bare, blue room, she smiled, and added on to her thoughts, this is definitely worth it, every second. She quietly made her way outside, and to the airport. She glanced at her plane ticket, and smiled. She got to her gate, and waited, no longer, then ten minutes, just enough time. She turned on her phone and began to listen to the music she liked, but mainly Sleeping With The Sirens. Kellin Quinn always had a way of singing about what he, and his fans, felt, whether good, or bad, Kellin and Sleeping With The Sirens, always seemed to calm Eliza-Jane, she ignored the constant calls from her parents, and old friends, who never even really cared, anyway.
Once her flight was ready to board, Eliza-Jane walked to the line, and boarded the plane, with a heavy heart, but she had (metaphorical) stars in her eyes. Her senior year, of high school, would be spent, in Los Angeles, California. Eliza-Jane once dreamed of this moment, where she got o leave D.C. hopefully, forever, unbeknownst to her, be fateful, warped tour, may bring her back. Once she made it to her seat, on the plane, she knew, this would be the day, when everything she knew, changes into something amazing.
Eliza-Jane couldn't have been happier, once the plane landed in L.A. it was amazing. She looked around, studying the airport, and how busy it had seemed to be, it was absolutely amazing. A BTS (Bangtan Sonyondan) song began playing through her headphones. "외로움이가득히 피어있는이 garden 가시투성이 umm 이모래성에난날매었어너의이름은뭔지 갈곳이있긴한지 Oh could you tell me? eh 이정원에숨어든널봤어And I know 너의온긴모두다진짜란걸 푸른꽃을꺾는손 잡고싶지만내운명인걸 Don't smile on me Light on me 너에게다가설수없으니까 내겐불러줄이름이없어You know that I can't Show you me Give you me 초라한모습보여줄순없어 또가면을쓰고널만나러가 But I still want you외로움의정원에핀 너를닮은꽃 주고싶었지 ooh hoo hoo 바보같은가면을벗고서But I know 영원히그럴수는없는걸 숨어야만하는걸 추한나니까난두려운걸 초라해 I'm so afraid 결국엔너도날또떠나버릴까 또가면을쓰고널만나러가할수있는건 정원에 이세상에 예쁜너를닮은꽃을피운다음 니가아는나로숨쉬는것 But I still want you, ah, ah I still want you, ah어쩌면그때 조금만 이만큼만 용길내서너의앞에섰더라면 지금모든건달라졌을까난울고있어 사라진 무너진 홀로남겨진이모래성에서 부서진가면을바라보면서 And I still want you But I still want you But I still want you And I still want you" quietlyshe began to cry, her first time away from home, and she's crying. She began to recite the poem, she had began to write, during her freshman year of high school, and finished, mid-semester, during her junior year of high school, which had come to an end, that day. The next day would be her very first day, in a Los Angeles, it'll be the best thing to ever happen to her, her father, assistant director, of the FBI, Walter Skinner, didn't want her to leave the "nest" just yet. Walking out of the airport, she bumped into a guy, who she thought was absolutely, yet surprisingly, nice. She knew he would be her future boyfriend, or partner in crime (even though they don't commit any known crimes,) whichever came first.
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"I am so sorry!" Eliza-Jane said, "I'm Eliza-Jane." The boy smiled, and nodded. "I'm Kellin Quinn, say, will you be attending, Hollywood Arts, this school year?" The boy, named Kellin, asked. Eliza-Jane nodded. "Yeah, I'm the new student, you probably heard about." Kellin nodded, his smile still bright, and unfading. "I'm a student there, and my friend, Vic Fuentes' baby sister, Charlotte Fuentes, is in our grade, even though I'm just a year older than you, and Charlie." He told Eliza-Jane, "anyway, do you have any nicknames, or.... should we keep calling you Eliza-Jane?" Eliza-Jane laughed a bit. "call me, Liz, or Eliza." She said, answering Kellin's question, "it seems so nice to meet another student." Kellin nodded, "c'mon, I'll drive you to the house you'll be staying in, you'll be living with Vic, Mike, and Charlie Fuentes, until we graduate." Eliza-Jane nodded. "Alright, cool." She said, "I hope they like me." She paused, " does Vic work at our school?" Kellin nodded, "totally, he's the English teacher, but he also helps out with play writing, and song writing." Eliza-Jane nodded, smiling a bit. Smiling at the brown eyed boy
(The X-Files belongs to Chris Carter, I only own the OCs used and/or mentioned, and yeah I know Kellin Quinn isn't nineteen years old, but for the sake of the story, just go with it, please, anyway, bye!)
