Mycha laughed as she hugged Macey back, "it's good to see you, too! I feel like the only time I've seen you is on TV and in magazines " blowing back a piece of bangs that had fallen fro her ponytail in the rushed embrace she smiled. When the helicopter arrived she closed her eyes and scrunched her face up a little. When Pierce hopped out she caught her breath a little. Damn, he hadn't changed much in the looks department, but he was wearing a suit now; that was odd. She had had a bit of a crush on him in highschool, but she knew her parents didn't like the partying lifestyle. She exclaimed in surprise and blushed at Pierce's hug and comment. She had no idea he had even known her name. They definitely hadn't been in the same friend pool. "Oh, um, I think the others are up there somewhere." She said turning slightly to see if she could still see them or not. "If not, I feel that they wouldn't be a hard group to find." She slid her hands into her cut- off jean short pockets. "To be quite honest I've been avoiding the whole group thing since I got here." She said with a nervous laugh. "But if you guys want help with your bags we can get you settled and go on the search for the rich and famous together." She said smiling.
She realized she might have sounded a little cynical and she looked at the sand for a second. "Sometimes she had to remind herself that she, too, had had her fifteen minutes of fame in college that had included a feature in Fight Magazine . It had been her choice to step out of the spotlight to fulfill her commitment in college, like she had promised her dad she would do when he was sick and on his deathbed.