Comfort Zone

Awkward

Chapter 4

Ashton

This girl, Paisley, had a damned good taste in music. So good that I just had to get out a pen and paper and make a list.

It wasn't my normal taste in music, but after hours of listening to it, I was beginning to like hers.

I opened my eyes and yawned, then started reaching down toward my carry-on underneath my small, uncomfortable aisle seat. I tugged Paisley's pink headphone from my right ear but felt something restricting me from reaching down. I turned my head towards her and realized she had fallen asleep on my shoulder.

Well, this is awkward.

Shit.

"Um-um, Pai-"

"SHH NO!" The other girl hissed, startling me.

"Don't wake her up, God!" She muttered at me under her breath.

"But-but she's um, on my shoulder..."

"So get comfortable, then."

I shrugged slightly, trying not to disturb the peace and pulled my head to the side to get a better view.

Paisley's hair stuck onto her forehead in pieces, and her face was wrinkled around her cheek, which was rested gently on me.

Her mascara had smudged under her eyes, that looked so peaceful.

And though she wasn't conscious, her lips were oh-so slightly curved into a smile.

Paisley

I awoke to the smell of something similar to a hospital, the white noise of an airplane, the sight of a grey t-shirt, a sore cheek, smudged mascara, and a blinking seat-belt sign.

"Well, hello there." Spoke a familiar Australian voice.

I blinked and began to sit up straight, rubbing my eyes.

Justice laughed from the other side of me and I turned to see why.

To no response, I turned again to see the boy, Ash, laughing as well.

"What's so funny, you guys?"

I whined.

"You-uh, nothing really, just you fell right asleep on me," Ash started.

"Oh, my god!" I could feel heat rushing to my cheeks.

"I, uh-God. I'm sorry!"

This is why I didn't want anyone to sit there!

"It's alright," Ash laughed.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked, looking at each of them separately as I spoke.

"You just looked so peacefu-"

Justice was cut off by a bump in the road. Or- the plane.

A bump in the plane?

The flashing light.

The bump.

The seatbelt sign.

Oh god.

Ash's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me, and Justice immediately knew the familiar look in my eyes of panic.

She threw her arm around me and pulled me into her.

"Justice-J-Justice, are we-um-"

"Is she okay?!" Ash leaned over to look at Justice, then to me again, worry in his hazel eyes.