Author: BookWorm22202 PM
Their lives were intertwined like the strings in the hemp bracelet that she made for him...okay so maybe she didnt make it for him but when something is hurled at your head you have a right to keep it, dont you?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 10 - Words: 19,159 - Reviews: 61 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 06-24-07 - Published: 04-10-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2346534
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I put my headphones in my ears and stared out the window to the runway. I hate flying. It makes me so afraid. I quickly dug through my bag and brought out the hemp that I had brought to keep my hands busy. I started making a bracelet and soon I was distracted from the loads of people that were going to make the plane crash. Okay, it might be my imagination that heavy people were going to make the plane crash, but it seems logical, doesn't it? Like that fat, sweaty, bald man three rows up. I mean c'mon it looks like the plane won't be able to take off. That's mean, I shouldn't think like that just because he is larger than I am.
No longer having to think about the bracelet forming in my hands, I stared back out at the runway at the tiny men in orange loading the bags into the plane. They probably weren't all that tiny, but they looked it from the window.
The plane smells like cleaner and sweat. Gross, but it was sort of hot in here so sweat is natural with all of these people crammed into a small space. I'm sure once they start the plane they will turn the air on. My seat was shoved up against the window, I've already tested to make sure it wasn't going to fall out and suck me out mid-air, so the person closest was whoever was going to sit next to me. He or she isn't here yet, so I don't know what they look like.
I had been visiting my friend in Florida for spring break and was taking the six-hour flight back to Norfolk, Virginia. I live in Virginia Beach with my mom. We're really close, but I hardly ever get to see her because of her job. She's a doctor and has to work a lot so I'm home alone a lot. Not that I'm complaining, she works very hard and I appreciate that, but sometimes I miss her.
My school work keeps me occupied and when I'm not working on it I'm usually hanging out with my three best friends. Being a junior in AP classes is hard, but I'm always up for the challenge of maintaining all A's and having a social life. I think I do it very well. I like school just as much as the next person, but I still wasn't looking forward to it starting tomorrow.
I was staring out at the tiny men, listening to my ipod, and ignoring everyone else on the plane when someone sat down next to me. I didn't notice because I was preoccupied, but I'm sure they noticed me.
"Afraid of flying?" he asked. I could hardly hear because of the music so I took my left headphone out and looked at him.
"Excuse me?" I asked. Damn, he was hot! He had short brown hair that was spiked up a little with gel. He had amazing blue eyes and under his shirt I'm sure he has a chiseled body. I couldn't tell how tall he was because he was sitting down, but he looked pretty tall. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen.
I walked down the isle looking for my seat. When I finally found it I noticed the girl sitting in the seat next to it. She was pretty. Her long, straight blonde hair came down to around her mid-back, I'm guessing. She looked thin, like a dancer, and probably not too tall. She had her headphones in her ears and was staring out at the runway. I took my seat next to her and noticed that she was rapidly fiddling with something in her hands.
"Afraid of flying?" I asked.
She looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. She seemed to be worried about flying. She had a pretty face but her eyes…they were so bright and full of life.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"Are you afraid of flying?" he repeated.
I shook my head, not wanting him to know. "No, what gave you that idea?"
He motioned towards my hands where I was viciously making a hemp bracelet. "I just figured since you were worriedly fiddling with that that you were afraid. My bad."
"I making a bracelet."
"Without looking? Wow, you must be really good."
"It's easy. All it is, really, is just tying knots."
"Oh. My name is Sean, by the way."
"Emily." I smiled.
The plane roared to life, and I, being afraid of flying, jumped at the noise.
"It's okay." He said with his godly voice. "It's just the plane. They have to start it up to make it fly."
"I know, I've flown before."
He looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure you're not afraid."
"Yes." God, did he have ESP?
"Okay. So, are you going home?"
"Yeah, I was just visiting my friend."
"Are you going home?"
"I'm actually moving."
"What do you do?"
He looked at me. "I'd rather not say. I just hope this is the last job they send me on. I'm looking to retire into something else. Maybe start a normal life."
"Okay, it's your business. Don't you think you're a little young to retire, though?"
"Does it really matter the age or if you are…" he searched for the right word to use. "…financially secure."
"I guess not. How old are you?"
"Eighteen, and you?"
"So that would make you a…junior in high school?"
"Fun. I never got to finish high school, that's one thing I've always regretted. I'm hoping with my current job that I'll learn something along those lines."
"But you're not going to tell me what you do?"
"So where are you moving?"
"I'm not sure yet, I'll have to wait and see. Depends on what my superior tells me when I get there."
"Ah, so it depends on your mysterious job again."
"Yep, so, where do you go to school?"
The engine started to roar and we started moving out towards the runway. Trying not to look afraid, I put my bracelet in my right hand and pinned it between my hand and my armrest. The plane started speeding down the runway and I, as casually as possible, pressed my head to the back of the seat and closed my eyes. Trying only to think about getting home, I didn't realize that I was mimicking the same death grip that I had in my right hand with my left hand. But, unfortunately, it wasn't the armrest that I was squeezing with my left hand. It was Sean's right hand. Oops. I also didn't notice the tear that was slowly making its way down my cheek.
She grabbed my hand as hard as she could when the plane started to take off. Her warm skin against my hand felt so good. No, I cant think like that. I don't even know this girl.
A few minutes later, when the fasten your seatbelts sign was turned off, I slowly opened my eyes.
Sean looked at me skeptically. "You're not afraid?"
"Fine, I am. Was I that obvious?"
"Well, if you'd give me my hand back, I would show you."
"Oh!" I quickly let go of his hand and the armrest. "I'm sorry."
"Damn." He rubbed his hand where I was gripping so tightly. "You have a nice grip."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay." He brought his forefinger up to my cheek and wiped my tear away. "There really isn't that much of a reason to be afraid."
I looked down at the bracelet in my hand.
I looked up at him again. "What?"
"The bracelet. It's very…surfer-ish."
"Well, I do spend a lot of time at the beach and two of my best friends are surfers."
"Sounds like a lot of fun. I look forward to spending time at the beach."
"I'm sure you'll have a great time."
I went back to making the bracelet, with one headphone still in my ear.
"What are you listening to?"
"Simon and Garfunkel."
"You don't know who they are, do you?"
"What song?" he tried again.
"Sounds of Silence."
"Hello darkness my old friend." He started singing. "I've come to talk with you again." I started laughing so hard. He was an awesome singer; great voice.
"You like them to?"
"Who doesn't? They're classic."
"I love them. They are probably my favorite group ever."
"Yes, the Stones, the Beatles, I'm into the classics."
"Do you know what time it is?"
He looked at his cell phone. "Three AM."
"Is this your second flight or a direct flight?"
"I got on my first plane at 9 AM this morning and I arrived here at eleven thirty." He said as he got more comfortable in his seat.
"You've been stuck in the airport since eleven thirty?"
"Yep. Fun, huh?"
"Sounds like it."
"Your mom let you fly alone?"
I gave him a mean glare. "I may look helpless, but I'm the farthest thing from it."
He put his hands up in protest. "I'm sorry, I had no idea."
Oh god, did I just snap at him? I snapped at a guy as hot as him?! Am I really that stupid?! "No, I shouldn't have snapped. It was just a question. I just hate it when people cast me as the helpless little girl with half a brain."
"If it helps I never thought of you as that."
"Not even for a second?" I gave him a skeptical look.
"Nope." I just thought you were hot.
"When my dad died, my mom got all worried and enrolled me in jujitsu classes. I've been taking them for seven years."
"About your dad, that's really sad."
"Oh, yeah, it's okay." I yawned.
"It's okay to be tired and afraid. Why do you deny it?"
"It's stupid, I know. I don't like to be weak."
"Fear is not weakness."
"Me." I smiled at him before I rested my head on the window. "Are you going to fall asleep?"
I yawned again. "I'm going to try not to." I yawned again and put my other headphone back in my ear. A few minutes later I was passed out.
"I'm going to try not to." She put her headphone back in her ear and rested her head on the window. It only took a few seconds for her to fall asleep.
The air conditioning started blowing really cold. It felt so good. It must have been ninety degrees until just now. I took my headphones out of my bag and put them in. Twenty minutes later, it was freezing in the stupid cabin. Can't these people get it right?!
I stood up and started fishing through my bag in the overhead compartment. I found my sweatshirt and my jacket. I was deciding on which I would use when I glanced down at Emily sleeping in the chair with only a cami on. She was huddled in a ball and shivering.
I brought both my sweatshirt and my jacket down and laid my jacket on top of her. She pulled it up around her neck and stopped shivering. I smiled and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I sat down and looked down at her. She was really cute. I have to stop this. I put my headphones back in and tried not to look at the sleeping girl next to me. This was going to be a long flight.
When I woke up it was freezing in the cabin, except I wasn't cold. I had a jacket over me, one I hadn't seen before. I looked at it and then up at Sean. He was resting his head back on the seat and his eyes were closed, but he didn't look asleep. He opened his right eye and looked down at me.
"Sleeping Beauty awakes."
I smiled and sat up straight. "Is this yours?"
"Yea, they turned on the air and it dropped to like thirty degrees in here. You looked cold."
"What time is it?" I rubbed my eyes and yawned again.
"Eight thirty. The pilot just came over the loudspeaker and announced that we are beginning our decent."
"Oh, wow. Did you sleep any?"
"A little. I don't really need all that much sleep."
"I love to sleep."
"I wish I did. I might be a little less distracted."
"How do you function?"
"I live off coffee."
"My mom does that. It's not very good for you. She would know. She's a doctor."
"Nice." The plane started to shake and I returned to my petrified position with death grips on both of the armrests. "So what do you like to do in your free time?"
He was trying to distract me. "I play soccer, guitar, jujitsu, school work, run, anything that catches my fancy."
"You play guitar? What songs can you play?"
"I'm working on Another Brick in the Wall by-" the plane shook and my sentence was cut off.
"Pink Floyd, yeah another classic. That's cool. What position do you play in soccer."
"You run a lot?"
"What's your fastest mile?"
"Five forty. Not the best, I expect to get five twenty by summer."
"Damn, that's fast."
"Thanks." I felt the wheels touch down and I felt so relieved. It felt so good to be on the ground again.
"Don't worry, it's over."
I looked at him and he seemed to be fighting a smile. Was he laughing at me?
"Are you laughing at me?"
All mirth left his face. "Of course not." I gave him a skeptical glare and the smile returned to his face. "Okay, maybe a little."
"I can't believe you!"
"I'm sorry, I can't help it." he took a deep breath and he sobered. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
"That's okay. I'm glad I can amuse you." The other passengers started getting up and making their way down the isle. Sean stood up and moved into the isle to start getting his bags from the overhead carriage. I stood up and for the first time I realized how short I was compared to him. I'm a short five six and he had to be at least six foot.
He looked down at me and smiled. "Don't say anything." I warned. I could see that he was trying to fight a smile. "Don't."
"Fine." He put his hands up in protest. "I wasn't going to. I wouldn't want the wrath of a jujitsu master turned upon me!" I glared at him. He took a step back and motioned for me to go. "Ladies first."
I walked in front of him off the plane and then we walked next to each other to get the luggage. I took my cell phone out and dialed my mom when I didn't see her at the terminal. "Mom, my plane just landed. Where are you?"
"I'm sorry honey, I'm all tied up at the hospital. Can you wait an hour, please?" Amy said over the phone.
"Yeah, that's okay mom. I'll see you then." I hung up the phone and replaced it back into my pocket.
I looked up to see Sean grabbing his suitcase off of the carousel. I noticed my blue suitcase coming around the bend and I reached to grab it when another suitcase fell on top of it.
"Dang it!" I grumbled as I struggled to pull my bag off.
Sean reached over and pulled it off with ease. "Thank you." I said as I straightened myself up.
"No problem. So, I guess I will see you later." He held his hand out and I placed mine in his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it ever so lightly. "It was nice to meet you Emily."
"You too, Sean."
"Is your mother coming?"
"She'll be here in an hour or so."
"Do you need a ride?"
I looked at him hesitantly. "I don't usually take rides from strangers."
"You're right. Who's stranger than me?" He smiled. "I guess I'll see you around then?"
"Looks like it." I smiled and waved as he walked away.
Authors Note: I don't own Ipod, Simon and Garfunkle, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, ipod, or anything else that I forgot to mention. None of it. Thank you for reading, please review!