Oh Canada!

Chapter One

"Oh, my little baby, going off to another country," I rolled my eyes at this, this was the fortieth time I had heard it today. I pried my mother's claws off me and gave a small smile to Garret. He didn't look too happy.

"Why do you have to go?" He asked pretty pissed off. I just think he didn't want to have to deal with Mom complaining and whimpering the entire duration of my stay.

I messed up his hair. "I just do." Though, I would never admit it out loud. He looked a lot like me. We have the same eyes, you know.

"Well, honey, call us when you land." Dad said staying drawn back. He was never the emotional type, I think he only gives me hugs on holidays. My mother gave him a strange look, blew her nose, and threw her arms around me again.

"You call me every day!" She said. Now, most people would think it was caring but Garret and I knew it was a threat. "You're going to be in a foreign country without your mum. How will you survive?"

"Good grief, mother, it's only Canada." I sighed as I pried her claws off me again.

"You've never been out of the country!" She let out another wail and my dad cleared his throat, looking around embarrassed. He was not one for public displays of any emotion, or any displays at all.

"Marge, pull yourself together!" He hissed under his breath. Garret gave me another pleading look but I just shook my head. I had to go. I needed to.

"Pull myself together? Our baby girl is leaving and that's all you have to say!" Oh god, she was getting hysterical now.

'Why don't you go now?' My dad mouthed to me and I agreed silently.

"Okay, my plane is boarding. Bye!" I called starting to run to the gate. My mother let out another wail. People were edging away from them, not wanting to be sucked into my mother's vortex. Dad was trying to calm Mom down and Garret waved goodbye strongly but with the most hatred I have ever seen in his small stature.

"Your family?" The stewardess said at that gate.

"Yeah, unfortunately," I forced a smile but inside I felt this hollowness. This was the first time on my own, without my Mom. I turned and waved on last goodbye but now she was crumpled, my father holding her up. I thought it better to disappear sooner.

I finally collapsed in my seat but the hollow feeling wasn't going away. I looked numbly out the window to see the dull Boston view from Logan Airport. A few triple-deckers sprawled on a scraggly hill and a grayish harbor in the background. I was happy to be leaving New England for the first time ever.

"You're in my seat." I looked up to see a guy holding a messenger bag and looking very pissed.

"No, this is my seat." I said showing him my ticket. I think I know where my own seat is!

The second I showed it to him, he burst out laughing. "You're 14 E, not 14 F! Hate to break it to you but 14 E is the middle seat, NOT the window seat." Heat rose to my cheeks. Why was he making such a big deal out of this anyway? It's not like it was a life-or-death situation!

"Whatever happened to chivalry," I mumbled crawling into the seat next to him.

He plopped down with a flourished sigh, "Whatever happened to intelligence… or wit for that matter." I bit my lip very annoyed and pulled out my book. This was going to be the longest five hours of my life! I was engrossed in my book by the time the plane actually started to taxi.

"One, two, three…" I looked up extremely annoyed to see the kid next to me counting, taking deep breaths. I tried to stifle a laugh.

"Are you serious?" I finally let out. He wasn't quitting and I was starting to think he was just trying to annoy the hell out of me.

"It helps."

"You're such a baby."

"No, I'm not!"

"This is my first time on a plane and I'm not freaking out." I pointed out in a matter-of-fact manner. He shut up for a second thinking hard. I sighed with relief and re-opened my book. At least I got the whiney know-it-all to shut up.

"That's just because you never know what can happen to air planes." He finally said. I put my book back down and tried to ignore the popping in my ears.

"Um, yeah I do. There's 9-11, duh." I said loudly and very annoyed. Why did he think he was so amazing anyway?

"Yeah but that's human interference. What about plane mishaps on their own?" He asked smiling devilishly.

"Are you trying to freak me out?" I said in my most cool tone. The truth is, my heart beat was starting to pick up and I quickly leaned over him to catch a peek at that jet, you know, just to make sure it wasn't on fire or anything.

"Well, it's working."

"Whatever, you can stop counting now because we're now flying, in the air," I paused thinking a little bit. "And everything's fine."

"For now," He added, his grin spreading farther across his face.

"Shut up." I murmured and tried to read my book but my hands were trembling. I quickly became enthralled (again) with the plotline of heroine, Zion Andrews, and her attempt to save her school from destruction for a freeway pass. I also was particularly interested in her love life with one of the young teachers working there. Her life was so interesting. I prayed mine was about to be.

"That's such rubbish." I tried to ignore it. "You know Mum knew I was coming. Why did you have to bring Kristin into all this?" There was silence and I felt some relief. "Well, I guess it's just amazing that it happened to slip your mind, hm? Or should I say, eh? Just the way you bloody Canadians do!" I sighed rolling my eyes. It was then I realized his British accent but, what the hell had he been doing in Boston? I tried not to get too interested in this strange person. I continued to read my book. "Did you at least clean up the loo?!" Ah, this guy was really getting on my nerves. He was so loud, I'm sure the whole plane knew he had issues with the bathroom cleanliness of his 'Mum's' house. "Oh for God's sake, Peter! Just get over it, man." I poked him slamming my book shut. This had to end now. "What?" He said looking at me, enraged.

"You think you could keep it down, there buddy?" I said sternly. "The whole airplane doesn't need to know whatever you and this Peter have got going on."

He waved me off with a strange hand flip and went back to the airplane phone. "I have the nerve to kill you!" I rolled my eyes, he was louder than ever. I could already see the stewardess walking down the aisle primly, wearing a tight and forced smile caked with red lipstick. Her fake eyelashes were batting aggressively and she had her eye on him. I groaned. I did not want to be in between those two when it all went down. She smoothed her navy blue skirt and I quickly picked up my book, putting it as close to my face as possible. "Don't you threaten me! I threaten you. I'm the aggressor!" What the hell were they even fighting about?

"Excuse me sir," The women said with venom but still managing to keep a smile. I peeked out from behind my book wondering how she mastered this skill. "Excuse me sir," She repeated but this time, her voice a little higher. He waved her off too just the same way he did me.

I seriously couldn't let this go on any longer. I had to say something. "Excuse me, he's dealing with very touchy family affairs right now." I finally stated warningly, I set my book down. I prayed she wouldn't attack me with those long acrylic nails.

"And how are you of any relation to this young man?" She asked tapping again the leather couch ahead of me.

"He's my," There was a pause for a second. Well, I couldn't say he was my brother. We had no family resemblance at all, plus different last names. Now, friend was way too vague and she wouldn't believe me. "He's my boyfriend." I finally let it out. That made him pause for a second and he looked at me strangely.

The stewardess must have noticed this. "Your… boyfriend?" She smirked. "Well it's quite obvious.." She didn't have time to finish because I had planted one on him to prove my case. Yeah, I had actually kissed him. She was speechless and so was he. He dropped the airplane phone in shock.

When I separated from him, the stewardess was rearranging herself. She cleared her throat. "Well, I'm sorry for the disturbance." She left so quickly I found myself laughing. I couldn't believe I had done it. I had actually kissed him. The only other guy I had ever kissed was Ian Sandrellis in a scary game of Truth or Dare and THAT was terrible. This one… wasn't.

"What just happened?" He asked astonished.

"It was the only way to get her gone. Forget about it." The truth was my adrenaline was pumping. I pulled out an airline magazine. Right now, Zion Andrews would have to wait." I could feel my blood pulsing through every major vein in my body. I stared at the cat water filter as hard I could, trying to forget about the intensity of his eyes boring into me.

"Wait, what?" He asked completely flustered. I turned towards him and wiped someone my lip gloss of him with my hand. I couldn't believe I was being this forward and… abrasive? An hour away from my mother and I was already this bad. I reveled in that afterthought for a bit.

"You were creating a noise disturbance. She came over here to yell at you." I explained quickly feeling the heat rise to my cheeks again. He had really soft lips. I jerked my head back to the magazine so quickly, I think I got whip lash.

"Thanks for kissing me." He said dumbly. That was probably the funniest thing I'd ever hear. I just merely shrugged and flipped the page. It really was no problem, at least not to me, anyway.