Partners In Crime☕︎

#7 Mixing planes and large crowds should be considered a 'crime.'

#7 Mixing planes and large crowds should be considered a 'crime.'

Eli

I've never traveled on a plane before. Growing up my dad didn't like traveling, and if we ever did for those few business occasions, it was always by car. He would tell my brother and I stories about how planes would crash on disserted islands, breaking into many pieces; while killing many people. He also told us if the plane wouldn't end you, the island inhibiters would. For two young boys it was enough to keep us from ever wanting to fly of course.

Growing up I also heard airports were packed, but I never imagined so many people could stuff themselves in one building. This being New York city's airport might have added a few extra people. I couldn't tell you how many shoulders I've bumped into, or how many feet I've accidently stepped on. Here and there a few mothers would give me weird looks, probably because I just stepped on their wild ten year old's foot. Why let him run around in a huge line then? Jeez.

Although crowds always made me uncomfortable. Like I have an itch on my back, that I can't quite reach. They're always stinky, sweaty and loud. All I can smell right now is BO and something spicy. Do I wanna know what that is? No thank you. Why anyone would want to come to a place like this, just baffles me if I'm honest.

"Are you alright?" She asks, with a hint of concern in her voice.

I glance down to meet my two favorite wide, mint eyes. Fay has been oddly relaxed every since we got here. Like she's done this hundreds of times. While watching me cautiously, she fiddles with the end of her braids. She's relaxed, yet sharp. Like if anything went wrong in the room she'd notice. Yet just calm enough to ease me a bit. "I'm fine." I lie.

This makes her sigh. She obviously knows I'm lying. It almost makes me the tinniest uncomfortable that she's gotten to know me so well. To try and ease her, I state. "I really am pigtails. I just haven't been in a crowd in awhile."

This makes her small lips break into a gentle smile. I grab her hand that's been nervously playing with her hair, and hang on to it. We walk through the line and they check all of our belongings. Each officer is watching everyone attentively. This relaxes me for some reason, as we pick up our bags once more and walk over to the line Fay has picked. Throughout this "start of an adventure " As Shelbe put it. Fay has been leading me and directing me on what I should do. I just simply followed her. She seems to know exactly what she's doing and whom to speak with. I trust her. Because it's not like I'd know what the hell to do.

Once the chaotic line and room is behind us. We walk through the metal hallway, that finally brings us to our destination. The plane is bigger than I expected, and way quieter. The strawberry blonde girl in front of me, leads me as usual to our seats. Approaching the two seats I ask. "Can I have the window seat?"

This makes her smile for some reason. "Of course."

I sit down and breath out. I feel like I've ran miles and I don't understand why. Fay sits next to me, before stating. "The hard part is over Eli."

Glancing over to her, I noticed she's already pulled out one of those weird neck pillows. It's light pink color, and an embroidered little pig is stitched on the end of it. I can't help but laugh. How is she so relaxed?

"What's so funny?" she asks, while pulling a book from out of her dark green backpack.

"I just don't understand how you're so calm." I state scratching my head.

This makes her laugh. Shaking her head as her eyes scan over the pages before her. "I use to travel with my mother on planes all the time as a child." She stated, giving me a better understanding.