Cara's POV

I chew my food slowly as I glance over at the road and sidewalk, watching as the cars and people pass by, going about their day. I swallow my food and lean back so that the afternoon sun is no longer hitting my eyes, focusing my attention once again on Jourdan who is now just about done with her food. She has been eating at a faster pace than I have today.

"So. What exactly are you going to do in America babe? Why in such a rush to go back?" Jourdan questions curiously, taking a sip of her lemonade. I scratch my nose and swallow the food that is currently in my mouth.

"Just." her question catches me by surprise and I have to stop momentarily to clear my throat. "I miss it. It's just time to head back for a while."

"Mmmm." she mocks, giving me the impression that she doesn't believe me. I laugh lightly at this, looking at her as she continues to eat her food.

"What do you mean, 'Mmmm' ?" I smile.

"Mmmmm." she repeats, longer and louder this time.

"Why don't you believe me?" I ask, somewhat amused somewhat nervous.

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I don't think you are saying the main reason you want to go back." she shrugs.

"What do you mean?" I avoid her eye contact now. I look at my food and even turn my head so that I can focus more on the people passing by on the sidewalk, the somewhat chilly air hitting my face more. Why did we decide to eat outside again?

"Oh c'mon!" she chuckles. "It's that person you've been talking to the whole time you've been here isn't it?"

Well, she caught me. Should I admit to it? Probably. Do I want to? Not really.

"It's fine, it's fine." she holds her hands up. "You don't have to tell me right now. I get it."

She sounds genuine but something makes me feel guilty for not telling her. Jourdan and I have grown so close over these past weeks, so much so I feel comfortable telling her about my relationship with Lana. But I just don't know how I would even tell her about our 'relationship' if I did. I don't even really know what our relationship is.

"I do, Jourdan. I want to. It's just a bit..." whats the word? "Complicated." I finally spit out.

She nods in understanding and I sigh internally. That was easier than what I expected. The only other person I feel comfortable talking to this about is Nina, and we both have been so busy these past couple weeks I have hardly made contact with her, but the difference between Jourdan and Nina is that Nina would understand the situation more.

"Just- tell me later." she says. "When it isn't so.. complicated."

I don't know what to say in reply so I only give her a tight smile, still feeling guilty for not telling her. I should just tell her now- right now. I need to get this off of my chest, get some sort of relief. Nina isn't here but Jourdan is, and she would understand, even if she doesn't fully I know she would try. That's it, I'm telling her.

"Jour-"

"Hold it babe." she says suddenly, holding her index finger up. She fetches her phone off of the corner of the table and analyzes the screen before showing me. "You, have a plane to catch."

I focus my eyes on her phone screen and see the time.

1:13.

Shit. I lost track of time.

"Oh my god, I've got to get going. " I get up. Argh, but I want to tell her. Why didn't I just do this sooner? Should I just- wait, I want my leftovers. Ah, theres no time. I take a few bills out of my pocket that should cover up about half our meals' price and make my way to Jourdan to hug her goodbye.

"I'll see you babe. Soon- I'm sorry I woke up late today." We exchange a quick kiss on the cheek and part after a short while.

"Don't sweat it, we still had brunch." she squeezes me. "Bye babe, don't be a stranger, okay? Do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes. I'll see you soon anyways." I smile. She does the same in understanding and I pick my backpack off of the floor, swinging the straps over my shoulders and trying to adjust the beanie on my head at the same time.

"Bye babe."

"Bye!"

I begin walking towards the car and knock on the back window once I reach it, notifying the driver to unlock the doors. When he does I hop in, shutting the door a little too hard.

"Airport please, I'm running late." I let him know.

"Alrighty Miss."

Upon arriving at the airport, I notice for the first time just how less hectic things are here than in Los Angeles, even at this time. Here, it is less crowded. There aren't people occasionally bumping into you and not so many people rushing everywhere and I find out that I don't have to rush as much as I thought I would have. In LAX, that is exactly what happens. If Lana and I hadn't gotten there early, I think I might have actually missed my flight.

After passing inspections, I head over to one of the small stores in the airport and buy a neck pillow along with some snacks, just in case I crave some or don't like the food they are going to offer on the flight. It is going to be a long flight after all, 10 hours, and if I am going to pull through, I am going to need these things. The cashier hands me a bag full of my things and I walk out of the small store and over to where we will be boarding, seeing that people are already in line. I look up at the small sign and see that boarding will begin in 5 minutes. I walk over to the line and pull out my phone, going to the messages between Lana and I for the first time since the confusing moment early yesterday morning.

Boarding already, cant wait to see you.

I shove my phone back into the pocket of my jacket and watch as an attendant begins checking the tickets of the passengers at the front of the line. I pull mine out of bag and feel a vibration in my pocket. A smile appears on my lips and I take my phone out of my pocket, reading the message.

Hope you have a good flight babe, cant wait to see you again!! (:

My smile falters slightly when I see the message is from Jourdan, a little disappointed that it isn't from Lana. I type out a reply and put my phone back into my pocket, handing my ticket to the attendant right after.

I make my way onto the plane and find my seat fairly easily. I give a polite smile to the man I will be sitting next to and take my seat, placing my backpack on the floor beside my feet. I sit there patiently for quite a while, waiting until the last minute before taking off to turn off my phone just in case a reply from Lana does come in. It doesn't, but it is early over there. Maybe her reply will come in when I land.

When we do take off, the flight turns out to be exactly what I thought it would be. A pain in my arse, but I get through it the way I do most things. Sleeping, eating, listening to music, and watching films. I watch a total of I think.. 3 films? They were entertaining enough, and I even catch the man next to me eyeing the Snickers I was eating as I watched one of the movies the plane offered. I ended up feeling bad for him and reached into my bag to hand him another Snickers bar that I purchased. He refused at first, but took it after I insisted. I know he was refusing out of politeness, but I saw in his eyes he wanted it. The food on the flight wasn't the most appetizing, so I understood him eyeing my Snickers. I would have rather waited until we landed to eat like he seemed to be doing than eat the food on this plane.

Feeling a bit tired, I pull out my earphones from my bag again and turn on my phone to listen to music for the remainder of the flight. After plugging in my earphones I reach over the sleeping man and I slide the window blind open, seeing that the sun is still out. I check my phone for the time. 4:21pm. We took off at 2:15pm England time, so we might actually be arriving at 4:30 like it said we would be.

Both Lana and I agreed while I was still in Los Angeles that she would pick me up from the airport. I just hope she remembered. Trying to adjust to the lighting change, I put on my sunglasses as I get off the plane. The entire flight, everyone had their window blinds shut. My eyes got accustomed to the dim lighting, so getting off and being welcomed by bright lights and sun is just giving me a headache.

After getting my luggage I walk over to where I will be getting picked up and check my phone for any notifications now that I have reception again. I click my phone on and see the only thing I have being 2 messages from my Mother, 4 messages from Stefan, and 2 from Jourdan. I reply to all and contemplate on calling Lana afterward.

Oh hell. I go to my contacts and click on hers once I find it, bringing my phone to my ear nervously after. She doesn't answer and I call again, this time the call being cut after a few rings. Did she.. hang up? Not really wanting to believe that, I call again. This time a few rings being heard before I go to voice mail. I decide to leave a message.

"Hey.. it's me. I'm at the airport, I don't know if you remember but you said you'd pick my up? I just wanted to know if you still are. Okay- bye."

I feel my body warm up from embarrassment and I put on my earphones again to listen to music, trying to distract myself from all the bad scenarios I have already started to think up on why she didn't reply to my message and didn't answer my calls. Maybe she is just busy? So busy for 10 hours she couldn't even reply to your message or answer your calls? My subconscious mocks. I ignore her and distract myself by messaging Stefan, smiling when he sends me a picture of Mia and him. Mia licking his face as he smiles tight and has his eyes shut. I save the picture almost immediately and check the time again.

5:06.

Maybe I should just call a cab, I think to myself. I get up off the bench to walk back into the airport and hear 2 loud honks, the second lasting longer than the first. I turn around trying to find out which car was behind the honking and quickly see a familiar face inside of one cars I was suspecting.

"Chuck?" I call out, not sure of myself.

"Hey!" she waves excitedly, cutting the engine. She makes her way out of the car and over to me. I meet her halfway and instantly embrace her in a tight hug, feeling a sort of comfort.

"Oh my god, what are you doing here?" due to me getting more jobs, I wasn't able to hang out with Chuck here in L.A like we had planned. We have texted and occasionally talked on the phone, but this is the first time I have seen her in person in weeks, god have I missed her.

"I'm here to pick you up." she tells me once we pull apart.

"Oh- what? Really?""

"Yeah." she says. "Here you need help with your luggage?" she walks over to where I left them and picks up both of my suitcases, one in each hand. I get my backpack and move to take one of them from her but she refuses.

"No no no," she starts. "You must be exhausted. The least I can do is get these." I back off and let her carry them, moving to open the back door of her car so that she can place them in instead. I shut the door once she sets both of them down and open the passenger side door, getting in and buckling my seat belt.

We start a conversation once she is in the car and I have to stop talking to her for a while just to put an end to my stomach pain from all the laughing that I have been doing. God, I haven't laughed this much since the last time I was with Lana. It hits me then.

"Where's Lana?" I turn to Chuck, settling my laughter down.

"I don't really know," she tries to settle hers as well. "She just asked me if I could pick you up from the airport, she said she had to do something."

"Oh." I say.

"But she should be back soon, she's been gone for awhile now." I nod at this and look out the window, small houses coming into view. I get a good look at some signs and notice that this is not near the Chateau. Where are we? The small houses and even some apartments soon get replaced with the streets of Los Angeles and I notice we are coming near some fancy apartments.

"Where are we?" I ask Chuck, looking at the small restaurants and businesses, a home occasionally coming up. She pulls up in front of a quaint looking flat and I look around, nothing seeming familiar.

"The apartment." she says slightly chuckling, like it is the most obvious thing.

"I didn't come to this part of the city when I was here." I tell her. She looks at me strangely.

"Really?" I nod, getting out of the car afterward. I open the back door and begin taking out the luggage, Chuck soon being by my side to help me carry one to the front of the flat.

I carry the suitcase surprisingly easily up the few steps and wait as Chuck makes her way up. She opens the door to the flat once she is next to me and I walk in, looking around as I do. This place is marvelous, it seems old fashioned yet modern, and has a sort of New York feel to it that I don't really know how to describe.

"You can put your things in Lana's room if you want Cara."

"Lana's room?" I question, turning to Chuck. "She lives here too?"

"Well yeah." she says. "We both do."

"Oh." I say. "Where's her room?"

"Here I'll show you."

We walk down the spacey hallway and enter the room through the 2nd to last door on the right. I set my luggage down beside some drawers and look around, the spacious room not being a mess but not being anal clean either, about right in between.

I continue to look around and see some clothes scattered here and there, a few vinyls and cd's on top of a table beside an old record player, a vanity mirror, some books, a few framed photographs and even some old looking posters up on the wall. Her room is exactly what you would expect it to look like. I smile.

"Why don't you get settled and then we can go get something to eat," Chuck starts. "Or do you want to rest?"

"Yeah sure." I am pretty tired, exhausted even. But I really want some food right now.

"Are you sure?" she asks, eyebrows raised.

"Yes." I raise my eyebrows exaggeratedly and she laughs.

"Alright. I'll wait for you in the living room." she leaves the room and I sigh, setting my backpack down on the semi made bed. I begin looking around the room and smile as I get a better look of the old along with recent looking pictures of Lana, even seeing some pictures with her brother and parents.

Continuing to walk from picture to picture, I come across a framed picture of both Lana and Chuck and feel a smile immediately spread across my face once I analyze the picture. Lana has a devilish smirk on her face as Chuck seems bothered, whether it being because her photo is being taken, Lana bothering her or something that was just happening at the moment bothering her, I don't know, but I cant help but laugh and feel like my heart might burst.

I set the frame back down on to where it was previously and walk over to one of my suitcases. I kick my shoes off and put on a pair of shorts, as well as changing my shirt. It is September for crying out loud. It's almost the end of summer it shouldn't be as hot as it is.

When I finish changing I don't know exactly if I should unpack, so I don't. I leave my luggage untouched by the drawer and walk out of Lana's room. Once I reach the living room, I am just about to call Chuck when I see she has a phone to her ear, the person on the other end of the line talking so loud even I can slightly hear them.

"I didn't know!" Chuck says rather defensive, talking in a tone I've never heard her talk in.

"I'm sorry." she replies.

"Well you didn't say anything." Jeez, who is on the other line?

"Look I said sorry, it's done. I didn't know and you didn't say anything. I gotta go, bye." she hangs up and I take a few steps back, pretending to just enter the room a few moments later.

"Oh, hey." she greets, as if she wasn't just in some sort of argument. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Let's head out."