I sat in the airport alone, awaiting the call for my flight. I was supposed to be going on this trip with my ex-boyfriend, but after finding him making out with my sister a couple of weeks before, I decided to come alone. My best friend lived in the land down under, and I would not pass up the chance to see her. Besides, who else would be able to comfort me? Not that I was heartbroken. Matt was an idiot, to say the least, and I always knew my sister was a slut. However, Nancy was the best at making voodoo dolls of all my ex's and I couldn't get over it without her.

The flight was called, and I breathed in deeply. Goodbye LA, I thought happily. As soon as I stood up and made my way to the desk, barely able to see over my luggage trolley, I saw someone push in front of me.

"Hey!" I yelled. The man looked behind and then down at me. He was about six foot. An entire foot taller than me, and quite handsome: blonde hair, blue eyes. I didn't care; nobody was going to push in front of me.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there," he apologised nonchalantly, in a faint Australian accent, and took his place behind me.

"Thanks, I get that a lot," I mumbled bitterly.

"You're one sarcastic munchkin, aren't you?" he observed, overhearing me talking to myself. He had one blonde eyebrow raised and my stomach did a somersault inside of me.

"You're one patronising giant," I retorted, beating down the imaginary butterflies.

"Touché," he laughed. I ignored him.

I handed the flight attendant my boarding pass and made my way onto the plane. Once in my designated seat, I looked to the empty space beside me. I felt liberated, a free woman. I remembered my sister's attempts at grovelling for my forgiveness. She had slept with so many of my boyfriends, I was beginning to get used to it. I still loved watching my baby sister squirm with guilt, though. Someone broke me out of my reverie by sitting in the empty seat beside me.

"Well, if it isn't the munchkin," I heard a familiar voice say. I looked to my left to see the good looking giant.

"I'll choose to view that as simply in reference to the fact that we're flying to the land of Aus," I said, rolling my eyes. I was sick of hearing the "short" puns already, and was it too much to ask for people to be a little more inventive?

"It wasn't," he said. I chose to ignore that too.

"Well, giant man, if we're going to spend the next 12 hours or so together, I'm Bethan Jones," I said, putting my hand out. My small arm just about bridged the tight space between us.

"Reid Summers," he said, shaking my hand. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to me and said, "So you honestly don't recognise me?"

"Er, no," I blinked, taking in his face one more time. I think I would've remembered meeting him before. Staring at him made me heat up, and so I couldn't keep my eyes on him for more than a few seconds at a time. I didn't want to start sweating. His face still rang no bells.

He laughed, and a dimple appeared in his right cheek. "Seriously, I thought everyone recognised me."

"Wow, your modesty is humbling," I said dryly.

"I'm a model," he said suddenly. I noticed his expensive looking clothing, and I found myself believing him. What a pickup line that is, though.

"Your face doesn't ring any bells," I yawned. I never bought magazines, how was I supposed to recognise him if he was a model?

"I'm an underwear model," he corrected himself, as if that would make me recognise him. Maybe if he was clad in just his underwear...

"And?" I asked, though really I was blushing. I hoped he wouldn't notice.

"You really are strange," he said, unable to fathom me.

"Likewise," I said, trying to make myself comfortable in my chair. I was unsuccessful.

The plane took off. After a few minutes, I took Jane Eyre out of my bag. Reid was staring at me.


"So you're one of those girls," he chuckled.

"Care to elaborate?" I asked.

"Honestly, I thought you were too hot to be a bookworm type, but I was wrong," he said, shaking his head. I blushed bright red. So what if I liked to look nice? That didn't diminish my intellectual ability. Mind you, I was wearing the shortest denim skirt I owned, and I had a decent amount of cleavage showing due to my low cut red top. Ever since breaking up with Matt, I had taken to dressing somewhat scantily. At least I hadn't worn heels; I practically lived in my black flats. I couldn't walk in heels to save my life, and I wasn't about to risk my life just to be a few inches taller. I had become resigned to my fate as a munchkin, as Reid so cunningly put it.

"Er, thanks, I think," I said, going back to Jane Eyre.

"What's your favourite book?" Reid asked me.

I held up Jane Eyre in reply. He smiled. "What?"

"You strike me more as the Pride and Prejudice type," he replied.

"Since when did you become an expert on English literature?" I asked, the idea so laughable I almost chuckled.

"I'm not, but I am an expert on women," Reid smirked crookedly at me.

"Give me a break," I rolled my eyes.

"Mr Darcy, Heathcliff, Mr Rochester..." Reid pretended to swoon. He was really putting me off reading.

"I'm guessing I wouldn't catch you dead in breeches," I said, turning to him once more.

"To pick up chicks, hell yes," he replied, grinning at me.

"Well, aren't you a regular Prince Charming," I snorted.

"Honey, I'd be your Knight in shining armour any day..." Reid said quietly, so low I almost didn't hear. I was caught between wanting to laugh and turning a deep shade of purple.

Reid beat me to it. He burst out laughing. I elbowed him, but barely made him flinch.

"Enough with the cheesy pickup lines," I said, once he had sobered up. He held up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry," he apologised. "What's the worst pickup line?"

"Do you have a map... because I seem to be lost in your eyes," I cringed. Reid laughed. "My last boyfriend used that one on me, I can't believe it worked... for three months."

"End badly?" he asked.

"Caught him making out with my sister," I shrugged. "If that qualifies as bad."

"Ouch," Reid cringed. I couldn't help but laugh in remembrance.

"He was on top of her in my bed, and they still had their shoes on," I laughed, "If there's one thing I can't tolerate, its dirty shoes in my bed."

Reid smiled, but didn't say anything.

"Men are scumbags," I chuckled, "I'm sorry, I'm sure you've done that sort of thing before."


"Slept with the sister," I said.

"Hell no," Reid said. "Never the sister. The best friend, however..."

"Haha, well mine is in Aus, although I'm sure Matt would've tried getting his hands on her as well," I said. "She isn't as easy as my sister, though."

"Hmm, your sister sounds like my type," Reid said, nudging me with his elbow. "Care to introduce me to her, sometime?"

"Easy, tiger," I laughed.

"I don't have any siblings," Reid sighed, "It's probably for the better; I have no competition this way. Nobody else that shares my good looking genes."

"My sister has blonde hair and brown eyes, she's five eight and a complete slut," I said matter-of-factly. Basically, the complete opposite of me and my gingery curls, small stature and complete fidelity.

"Ah," Reid said. "I see your point." The lights began to dim to allow the passengers to sleep. Outside my window all I could see was pitch black. "Well," Reid yawned, "G'night." I didn't expect him to actually fall asleep, but minutes later he was snoring lightly. I guess models need their beauty sleep.

Reid was adorable asleep. His blonde head found its way to my shoulder, and he was not woken by my reading light. Mr Rochester was second, for once, to the guy sitting right next to me and snoring on my shoulder. I hadn't felt that way about any of my ex's. But before my heart went running away with itself... I reprimanded myself. Reid didn't like me. How many guys have used "munchkin" to show their interest in a girl? I doubt very many. And the ones who did probably didn't get very far. I couldn't help but feel with crushing realisation that my sister really was more Reid's type. I could imagine her bringing him home one day...

All I remember after that is falling asleep myself. Reid woke me up when breakfast was served. I hated aeroplane food, and the smell of it made me sick. I felt the mass of curls on my forehead expand as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

"Hn?" I asked.

"Morning sleepy head," Reid grinned. He looked immaculate. I hated him. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Ugh," I groaned. "Your head on a platter, please."

"Coming right up," he chuckled. I narrowed my eyes at him. "You do realise we just spent the night a few inches apart," he whispered close to my face. I blanched. That definitely woke me up. Reid then sat back, laughed and began to eat his breakfast. I buried my head in my pillow, trying to go back to sleep and block out the horrible aeroplane food from my mind.

An air hostess came to take our trays, and thankfully didn't notice that mine remained untouched. She was too busy staring at Reid. I could've sworn she dropped that cup on purpose, because when she bent down I got to see her bright pink lacy bra and fake tanned chest. It clashed horribly with her bleached blonde hair. I almost threw up in my mouth. She then wrote something down on a piece of tissue paper and dropped it subtly in Reid's lap. He thanked her quietly, scrunched up the tissue in his hand and put his arm around me. The air hostess scowled at me, and shuffled on. I wondered if I was still asleep and had dreamt what just happened. I blinked a few times, but I didn't wake up. And Reid's arm didn't move.

"Sorry," Reid said, "she's not my type."

"I have to go to the bathroom," I said idiotically. My teeth felt disgusting, and I had to brush them. Reid let me go, but I had to climb awkwardly over him.

In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face and attempted to apply some make up. The turbulence didn't help. On my way back to my seat, I walked past the air hostess. I could've sworn she tried to trip me up, but I chose to ignore it.

"Looks like the air hostess has it out for you," Reid laughed when I returned.

"What did I do to her?" I asked, shaking my head. She was still staring.

"Stole my heart," Reid said, leaning close to me. I blinked. "Well, so far as she knows."

"Oh," I said, blushing. I had to take Jane Eyre out again to hide my face.

The plane was coming in to land. The evil air hostess came around to check we all had our seatbelts on. She had to feel Reid's to make sure it was secure. I took the opportunity to slide my hand into his. She smiled a little too sweetly at me and moved on.

"Having fun?" Reid said, not letting go of my hand.

"Two can play this game," I shrugged.

As soon as we landed, I got up and my legs buckled underneath me. Reid caught me with one smooth movement. I stood limp in his arms for a few moments, until he began laughing.

"Oops," I breathed, "sorry."

"My pleasure," Reid smiled, his arms still around my waist.

"Is the air hostess watching?" I asked.

"Who cares?" he whispered, his lips pressing against mine. My eyes were wide open in surprise, and then I deepened the kiss. When we pulled back, we were one of the few people left on the plane.

Inside the airport, Reid and I were about to exchange numbers when Nancy came up behind me and hugged me.

"Oh my god, Bethan!" she screamed.

"Nancy!" I screamed, hugging her back. But when I looked, Reid was gone. Outside, a limousine roared to life. I had a feeling he was in it. My heart sank.

On the way to Nancy's, I told her about the incident with Matt.

"Bastard," she spat. "I don't know why you still talk to that slut either."

"She's my sister, Nance," I said.

"Bitch," Nancy mumbled.

I rolled my eyes.

"Two voodoo dolls coming right up," Nancy said wickedly.

"One!" I corrected her.

"You're far too protective of her, you know," she replied. "She'll continue stealing your men."

"She doesn't mean to do it," I shrugged.

"My ass," Nancy scoffed.

"Drive," I ordered. I didn't feel like telling her about Reid. If I was never going to see him again, I wanted to keep him to myself at least.

Inside her apartment, I felt so overcome by tiredness that I slept. Jetlag became the bane of existence. I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. Nancy was in the shower, I assumed it was evening by that time, and so I answered the door. It was Reid, standing there looking incredibly hot.

"Reid!" I blinked.

"Hey, munchkin," he smiled. My knees almost gave way again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "How did you find me?"

He held up Jane Eyre. "You left this on the plane. Inside there's your address and phone number. I rang your house, your sister picked up and gave me Nancy's address," he shrugged.

"I... I wrote that when I was younger, in case I ever lost the book," I said quietly.

"Came in handy," Reid said.

"You actually went through all that, just to trace me?"

"Sure, and I was wrong, your sister definitely isn't my type," Reid said, scrunching up his nose.

"What did she do?"

"She said I sounded sexy, and tried chatting me up over the phone. You were right, she is a slut. But she does have something good about her," Reid smiled.

"What is that?"

"She's related to you," he said, stepping into the apartment.

"Yes, but she's not a munchkin like me," I said.

"I don't care," Reid said, bending down till his lips brushed mine. "You're my munchkin."

"Beth, who's at the door?" Nancy asked, coming out of the bathroom. She blanched when she saw me. "Oh! Sorry!" Then her eyes widened, "Oh my god! Reid Summers!"

Both Reid and I burst into laughter.