The Story Of Us

Iceland Part 1

We were last to board the plane as Mitch needed assistance. Just with oxygen tanks. We needed to bring three extra ones. One had to be changed during the flight. So it had to be brought on board.

We got a few funny looks from a couple people as we looked for our seats. They put the oxygen tank down by Mitch's feet. The one that wasn't connected they put in the over head lockers.

I listened as they announced everything. I was so used to the safety announcements now that I could almost say them word for word. "There are eight emergency exits. Two at the front. One left. One right. Two at the rear. One left. One right. And four over wing exits. Two left and two right." I mouthed along making Mitch snicker at me.

"Shhh. You're supposed to listen." He scolded slapping me playfully on the chest. I sighed resting my head on his shoulder. I linked our hands together and held them in place on my lap, my free handed drawing patterns along them.

"What movies are on?" I asked as Mitch looked through the TV on the back of the chair in front of him. I closed my eyes and listened to him tentatively.

"Marley and Me, Jurassic Park, Harry Potter, Frozen, Pitch Perfect, Taken.... Are you listening to me?" Mitch asked when he realised I had my eyes closed.

"Of course I am. I think Pitch Perfect. What do you think?" I answered, leaning up so I was facing him, my chin rested on his shoulder.

"Ok. As long as you don't sing along and make a scene." Mitch said, rolling his eyes. He tilted his head down and connected our lips for a quick kiss. This startled me and I didn't react in time. His lips were gone too quickly. I pouted as I selected the movie. I plugged one earphone into his ear and the other into mine.

We soon took off. It wasn't long before Mitch fell asleep. I didn't blame him it was half past eight and we had just bustled around a busy airport for two hours. It must of worn him out.

I closed my eyes and sleep fell over me like a heavy blanket. It was a dreamless, peaceful sleep that lasted for hours.

I woke up with a jolt as I felt movement next to me. My eyes snapped open as I turned to my left. Mitch was struggling with disconnecting an oxygen tank. I watched sleepily as his knuckles turned white. He was pulling hard on the rubber piping.

My hands moved automatically. My right holding his hands and my left arm pulling on the piping. It came free with ease. I could feel Mitch's eyes trained on me as I picked the full oxygen tank off of the ground and connected and pressed the attention button on the panel above my head. An air hostess came over and I handed her the empty oxygen tank like I was told to do.

Mitch's hands were fluttering in mine. I slowly looked up at him. His eyes were full of tears. I watched as one slipped out over the edge. My hand moved up to his face and my thumb wiped it away. "Why didn't you wake me?" I whispered. I watched as his eyes didn't meet mine.

"You looked so peaceful. I'm always interrupting your sleep." He said. I laughed and kissed the top of his head. His hands were shaking like leaves in the wind.

"Hey, you're shaking. Are you alright?" I asked. I moved his hands up to my lips and placed a gentle kiss on each of his knuckles.

"I'm fine. I don't have any strength. I'm too weak."  He said pressing his forehead against mine. I smiled and quickly pecked his lips.

"Flight 496 to Reykjavik, Iceland prepare for landing." The flight attendant announced in her clear and pure voice. I sat back in my seat and watched Mitch do the same. His hands were still cupped in mine.

When we landed I collected our bags and called for a taxi. The taxi driver took us to the door of our hotel. The hotel was on the side of a mountain. Greenery surrounded it. It was only a small hotel, maybe thirty rooms in total. Each room was a separate wooden cabin. The reception of the hotel was in a larger cabin and there was a restaurant attached to the back of it.

We walked into our room. It was beautiful. It was wooden floor and wooden walls. And in the middle of the room was a huge bed. Across from the bed was two couches and a TV. On the other side was a glass door. I walked forward and opened, stepping out onto a balcony. The cold air hit my face as I looked out at the view. Beautiful blue water stretched for miles. The green trees ended just before the sea started. It was paradise.

I felt Mitch's presence beside me. "Wow!" He exclaimed as he looked out. "This is amazing, Scott. Did you choose this hotel?" He asked, leaning against the balcony. I nodded in response. "I'm speechless." He said.

"I've got great taste haven't I?" I stated walking back inside to check out the room. I heard Mitch slide the door closed as he stepped back inside.

"Yeah, definitely. Great taste in holiday destinations. Great taste in hotels. Great taste in guys." He giggled, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He rested his forehead against my back.

"Haha, very funny." I said turning to face him. "You may want to get ready for food. It's three thirty. We have to get food and then an early night because I have plans for tomorrow." I stated. Mitch raised his eyebrows at me.

"Plans? Are they as good as your taste in hotel rooms, holiday destinations and guys?" He asked leaning up onto his toes so his nose was touching mine.

"Someone's extremely cocky. Go take a shower." I mocked sticking my tongue out at him. He pulled away before my tongue could touch him. He ducked under my arms and grabbed a towel off the rack, disappearing into the bathroom.

An hour later Mitch and I headed across to the restaurant. As we walked in I saw all the tables laid out. Each either in couples our fours. The room was dimly lit, with white walls. Pictures of scenery and rivers were hung up on the walls, along with the odd sea themed painting. There were gold fairy lights hanging across the ceiling, lighting up the room and causing shadows to fall on the walls.

I pulled out Mitch's chair as he sat down. I sat down across from him and scanned the room. Only a few people were sat down, either just arrived or just about to leave. It wasn't really dinner time but it was half eight in LA and I was hungry.

"Are you ready to order?" A waitress with a thick accent asked us. Mitch looked up from his menu and ordered the smoked lamb and I ordered freshly caught fish.

"Before we came here, I read up about Icelandic food. And they said it wouldn't be the highlight of our trip." I told Mitch.

"It's apparently all salted and dried." Mitch commented, laughing. "So what are your plans for tomorrow then?"

"Well that, my young sir, is a secret. But I can assure you, you will love it. It is going to be amazing."

"I heard that this time of year is the best time to go to Iceland to see the northern lights." Mitch said absentmindedly as he starred at the lights up at the ceiling.

"You're so twinkly. You're eyes, I mean. They are so twinkly in this light. You're so pretty." I watched as Mitch's face turned a deep shade of pink. He shook his head in disbelief. "I'm serious, Mitch. You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

A/N
Hope you liked this chapter. It's another bit of a filler. The next chapter is more eventful.

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