New Beginnings

Chapter Three

New Beginnings

Chapter Three

Ezra

My flight arrived at JFK at 10:30 and the flight attendant with brown, bouncy curls and a massive amount of red lipstick  was eyeing me as I boarded the plane. She shot me a disturbing smirk and she looked about forty years old. As I passed her, she smelled of expired cream and perfume. I did my best to look at the ground as I walking in.

I looked around to see where my seat was and I found a old man in the seat next to mine. I slid through his feet and plopped down. The man was violently snoring and I put in my headphones and listened to the Supertramp songs. A half hour into the journey, the man leaned his head onto my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my bicep. I tried to shake him off, but man, this guy had a good grip even when he was asleep.

I just stared out the window and saw the outline of Pensylvania and how many damn pools people had in their backyards. The same flight attendant came and over and offered me a whiskey, but oddly enough, before I could take it from her, she spilled it all over my jeans and all over my crotch.

"Oh I'm so sorry sir, may I help you clean up?" The woman pleaded. I rolled my eyes and tried to rub out the stains.

"I'm fine, thanks." I scowled. I grabbed my carry on bag from above me, and sighed. I made my way to the bathroom and everyone kept staring at me, but I kept my cool. I was hoping to God that I had an extra pair of pants in the bag because I looked like I had just pissed myself.

I rummaged through but unfortunately I couldn't find anything except my Hollis sweater, some leftover cake and my headphones. Well fuck. My other pants were in my suitcase. I took off my pants and shoved them in my bag, all I had on were my plaid boxers but I guess I could tell people they were shorts.

I walked out of the bathroom, and one of the mothers covered their son's eyes, and two teenage girls snickered to themselves and the flight attendant just stared at me, holding a second glass of whiskey. I awkwardly smiled at the people looking at me, and the flight attendant handed me a napkin and I sat back down in my seat.

We finally landed in Philadelphia and I rushed out of that plane as fast as I could. People didn't seem to care I was in only boxers at the airport as much. I grabbed my suitases from the conveyor belt and dashed to the bathroom. I found my other good pair of jeans and squeezed them on. It took me twenty minutes just to catch a taxi to my hotel, and when I finally found one, I was one hundred percent convinced that the driver was a pot addict because that car reeked of weed. I swear, something died in the creases of the seats but thankfully my hotel was only fifteen minutes away, but my nose started to theoretically shrivel up and fall.

We finally reached the hotel and was thankful for some fresh air. I didn't miss Rosewood. I always thought it was an eerie town where the most ominous things happened. My hotel room was nice and clean which was something I needed, I plopped down on the bed and took out the book I was reading, and then my phone vibrated in my back pocket. It was a text from Hanna again.

Wear a suit.

Well no shit Hanna. I was planning on going in shorts and a tee shirt. It sounded like she was more anxious for me to be there than Aria was. Questions still circled my brain of what was happening with Aria. Was A back in the girls' lives? Part of me, okay, most of me was hoping that she just really missed me over the years, but we'd find out at the reunion.

This was going to be an interesting night.

Aria

Hanna dragged us on a shopping trip to find dresses for the reunion. We went to the mall in Gabe's sketchy police car, which drew everyone's attention that was in the parking lot. Hanna pulled out ten dresses within the ten minutes we were there and tried them all on. She couldn't decide on which one to wear and Gabe told she looked sexy in pink, so she picked a short, pink strapless glittery dress that could make anyone blind at the sight of it. Classic Han. I brought Mia along with me, because for a sixth grader, she had very good fashion sense. We thought alike, which came to my advantage.