Thread: A Subtle Induction (James London & Ariamella)

The small American Airlines jet came to a complete stop, and people began rising from their seats, opening the overhead compartments to remove their carry-on luggage. Most of the passengers seemed eager to get off the plane, especially the families with young children who never seemed to grasp the concept of shutting the fuck up . Kylie Beck only rested quietly in her tight economy cabin seat, gazing out the oblong window and trying her hardest to ignore the 10 year-old boy to her right. His candy riddled breath was hot against her ear, blowing her blonde waves forward slightly as he pushed his face as far toward the window as he could. He gasped at the sight of massive mountains in the distance, almost yelling, MOM! LOOK! Is that where we're going? The boy's mother only glanced down, seemingly okay with the fact that her son was penetrating a complete stranger's personal bubble, and she let out a sigh after setting down a small duffle bag that had Batman logos all over it. That's where we're going, buddy, she finally answered him, grabbing hold of a slightly younger childa girl that Kylie could only assume was her daughterand whispering something in her husband's ear. A short moment passed, then a slightly overweight male reached down to tug on the boy's arm, pulling him away from the window. Thank god , Kylie thought, turning her head to glance up at the father. Sorry about that, the dad said, offering an apologetic smile as he lifted the Batman duffle bag and handed it to his son. This is his first vacation outside our home state, so he's a little excited. Oh, is it? Kylie asked, a sweet smile plastering itself on her face. It complimented her all-American, girl-next-door looks quite well, giving her an air of innocence and friendliness. I hope you guys have tons of fun then! Lies . The man and his wife nodded at her enthusiastically then pulled their children along to walk down the single isle of the aircraft, and the smile disappeared off the young woman's face. It was mid-summer, and Kylie knew that, like the family with the annoying kid, most of the passengers flying to Jackson, Wyoming were on vacation to visit either Grand Teton National Park or Yellowstone National Park. It was the perfect destination for those nature freaks and tree huggers who were all about getting lost in Mother Earth, or whatever it was they liked to do. But unlike them, she wasn't nearly as happy to be stuck in this small Midwestern town. What she was supposed to be doing right now was tanning on Miami Beach, breathing in the ocean air while salty waves lapped at her toes. She knew the hot guys would have been cat calling and wolf whistling, inviting her out for drinks even though she wasn't of legal age. And she knew she would have gladly accepted their offer to sit around a summer bonfire, all of them taking swigs from the same bottle of cheap vodka while someone started passing around equally cheap weed. And then later, she would have banged one of those hot guys. Maybe two of them if she was feeling up for it. But as it was, she was sitting in a landed flight in Jackson, stalling the moment for when she actually had to get up and leave. Unable to deal with the crazy antics, her mother had sent her away to some random guyMason Flynn was it?a friend of her late father. A former best friend, it seemed, by the way her mother talked about him. Kylie could only wonder why she hadn't met him before if he had supposedly been such a great friend, but she suspected it was because her mother had a problem with it. Courtney Beck had problems with everything she was a regular stress machine, panicking about the smallest things in life dinner, what color she was repainting the house, and even her own daughter, who she admitted was the biggest source of stress in her life. Sometimes Kylie wanted to tell her mom to hit a blunt and relax, but she knew it would only raise the stress levels even more. The plane was almost empty when she finally stood to retrieve her carry-on, and she stretched out her 5'6 frame before opening the compartment and taking out one bag. It was a baby pink Michael Kors tote filled with miscellaneous items a few snacks, a small bottle of travel perfume, some makeup, and a wallet of the very same pricey designer brand. She figured it was best to travel light considering she had bags upon bags of clothing and personal items that were checked in prior to boarding the flight. It was enough to make one think she was moving her whole life and more to Jackson, but the idea wasn't all that false. That's exactly what she was doing, wasn't it? With a small eye roll, she clutched the bag in the crook of her elbow and exited the plane, nodding her thanks to the pilot and flight crew before entering the airport. It wasn't long before she spotted a man holding a sign with her name on it, and she had to actually fight herself to not roll her eyes again. Really, she was 19 and had flown alone plenty of times before, and her mother had showed her a picture of him. So why was Mason standing there with that idiotic sign as if she were some sort of special guest? The only reason she had agreed to this little plan was because it gave her a chance to escape her mother. That, and none of the rehabilitation centers of Miami seemed to be a great place to stay. Yes, she would have rather moved out to some lonely, small town in the middle of nowhere if only to avoid Courtney's threats of throwing her in rehab. Besides, having a bit of fun in the Midwest couldn't be all that bad, could it? Hi! I'm guessing you're Mr. Flynn? Kylie had walked up to the man and smiled, asking for clarification ever so respectfully. It was all a facade, from the tone of her voice to her conservatively dressed body relative to the way she normally dressed anyway, but it wasn't like he would know that. At least, not yet. While the black yoga pants, navy blue v-neck shirt and greynavy Nike shoes were certainly flattering on her, that wasn't really her style at all. She shifted her weight from one side of her hips to the other, then pulled her long blonde waves to one side. Her sparkling green eyes met Mason's own. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Kylie, but I think my mom already told you that. She offered her hand and laughed lightly, a light feminine sound that seemed to capture the attention of some of the young men around them.