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"California, I hear they have some pretty good spots to look about, and it's just I've heard about it alot, and by alot, I mean it's the number one place for movie slash TV recordings." You said, you actually felt confident. "What about you?" You asked him. "San Diego.. faannccyyy, right?" He replied sarcasticly, a perfectly beautiful smile crossing his face, you smiled back. "OH yeah. that's soooo fancy, might as well go eat crepes in paris." You joked, You both looked into each others eyes and kissed. Or so you wished, you stared at him awkwardly while he looked at his watch.. "I'm Matthew J. Patrick, look me up, somewhere?" His average expression turned back to a smile before the Baggage Lady gestured for us to come get out baggage. "Ladies first!" He laughed. "Ladies first? Go right ahead! Get it? Because usually only ladies are this kind.. okay, sorry." You grabbed your baggage and went to sit down, he walked off to his gate with his family, and you looked towards him.. Let this be a lesson of caution for next time. You sigh and just sit patiently. When it's your turn to board you walk onto the plane and sit there with your mom, your brother and father sitting next to each other. You didn't get a window seat, though.

Last call to change seats with family members.

[[ (Change Seats: Sit with your Brother.) ]]

[[ (Change Seats: Sit with your Dad.) ]]

[[ (Keep Seats: Sit with your Mom.) ]]