hayden
"LA LA, baby, she's a, LA LA, baby, you're my..."
Levi is next to me on the plane ride to Los Angeles, and honestly saying it hasn't been a pain would be a lie. He's a kind lad he is, but one can't take much of the Jonas Brothers in one flight.
I lean over in my chair and spot Nathan sitting alone. The spot next to the window is free and I pick up my phone and my Beats headphones before going over to sit next to him.
“Boo,” I say, making him jump out of his seat.
“Oh my god, Hayden what the hell?!”
I laugh quietly and sit down next to him, reclining my chair down to his level.
"Hi," he smiles, recovered from his fright.
"Hey there."
My lower teeth bite my top lip and Nathan begins to run a lone finger across my bicep tattoos.
"Why do you have a sailboat on your arm?" He
