Ever After

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Friday, March 30th.

VINCENT'S POV

"Mother of god," Carson breathed as she looked out the small window of my private plane. "I still believe it that you can afford all.... this." A small laughed escaped her lips as she looked at me from the corner of her eyes. "How much money do you even own though?"

          I sighed as I rubbed my eyes. "Too much for me to own," I responded, half-laughing.

          Carson smiled as she leaned back against her leather seat in front of me. Though, I highly doubt that smile was for me. I believe she was just smiling at the scenery outside the windows. And as she did, she looked tired but it seemed as though she didn't want to close her eyes just yet.

          "So why don't Matt, Jeremy, and Erik get to come to this movie premiere?" Carson asked.

          "Because they are not worthy."

          Carson raised her eyebrows at me and I only laughed.

          "Kidding," I assured her. "Only one of us in the band needed to make that public appearance tomorrow night. And since they're all lazy, I decided to be the one to go." He shrugged. "That and because I really want to watch that horror movie."

          Carson rolled her eyes but didn't say anything more. Instead, she just got out her outdated iPod nano from the pockets of her jeans and plugged the earphones up to her ear. Her eyes began slowly closing as she began to get lost in her own little world. Then, all of a sudden, she was fast asleep-- her breathes coming out soft and short.  I didn't know why I was even looking at Carson while she slept but there was something achingly sweet about it-- I just didn't know what it was exactly. Maybe it was the fact that all the features on her face had softened, making her look more like that little Asian girl I grew up with. And for once, Carson looked serene.

          That is, until the airplane made a small bump and Carson's head literally shot up as she looked around her surroundings, confused. When her brown eyes came to mine, for some reason, her facial expression slightly hardened. 

          God.

          Why did she hate me so much?

          It was actually starting to really fucking hurt.

          "How do you sleep on this thing?" Carson asked, annoyed as she took off her earphones and returned her iPod to her pockets. "It's... uncomfortable."

          I shrugged. "You get use to it at some point."

          Carson groaned as she slumped further back into her seat. "I'm tired," she said, her eyes closing again.

          "You always are."

          "I know."

          "Do you need a blanket or pillow...?"

          Carson opened one of her eyes and a soft giggle escaped her lips. "Wow," she said. "Vincent Gray actually cares? This is unheard of!" The sarcasm was there in her voice but it was used in more playful tone. It actually made me grin a little bit.

          "And no," Carson said as she sat back up. "Every time I go on an airplane, their blankets and pillows always make me sneeze. I don't know. I think I'm allergic to the material that they're made out of..."