You, Me and Walt Disney: Our Story

Part 2

After taking off, I managed to gain some composure and, I am not going to lie, but Amelia was really patient with me like she just told me I will be okay, because I freaking hate take-offs and landings. But at least I have about 10 hours until landing so that is good. And these 10 hours will give me some good time to bond with Amelia and learn more about her because, unbelievably, I cannot get enough of her. So, before the movies, I am going to talk to her and just get to know her. But before I do that, I need to go to the bathroom and sort myself out.

So, I get out of my seat, tell Amelia that I am going to the bathroom, and I jump over her, which she could not stop laughing from, and I went to the bathroom behind us. Before entering the airplane bathroom, I check on my parents to see how they are.

Y/n: Hey guys, how was the take-off for you guys? Your ears okay?
Mom: I am doing fine y/n. How are you doing though? You hate take-offs.
Dad: Yeah, you can never get through them with gripping one of our hands.
Y/n: Do not worry guys, the person sitting next to me was more than obliging to help me get through the take-off.
Dad: *whispers in my ear* Do not enjoy yourself too much, hey y/n :)
Y/n: Dad, please stop embarrassing me. I am going to leave before the whole airplane hears you and embarrass the life out of me :(

Dad these days. But he really knows how to put a smile on face even when I am not even expecting it. Him and I did not have the best relationship in the past but ever since the incident, he has done everything he can to make me happy and to fix our relationship. I am really happy we were able to fix our relationship because now, I can die knowing that all the issues in my family have now been resolved. Oh god, I really need to go to the bathroom.

So, I walk to the back of First Class, enter the bathroom, which is as small as ever (not to mention I am a tad bit claustrophobic) and I do my business. After doing what I have to do, I get up and looked in the mirror and something happened. I see this person I hate, this ugly, useless person who should have never been born. Oh crap, that is me. Lol. My self-confidence really do be an all-time high. Now let us get out of here.

So, I got out of there. I spoke to an airhostess and I asked her for two glasses of cold-drink, one for me and one for Amelia because I want to be a nice person and I feel terrible for not offering her anything. As the airhostess is pouring the drinks, I just cannot get my mind off of her. She is so beautiful and sweet and ugh, this is going to kill me. Okay I am going to take drinks, hold it together, and walk back to her.

As I reach the seat, I am honestly freaking amazed by what I see. The blankets are laid on the seats, my pillow (and a couple of extras which I honestly do not know how she got it) on our seats, a ton of sweets which I love, and her headphones plugged in.

Y/n: What's all this?
Amelia: I wanted to make this a little comfortable and a little fun :)
Y/n: You make me feel so special like honestly, I love it :)
Amelia: *whispering* You are special. :)
Y/n: You really got to stop whispering :) I wanna hear you say, "You're special" to me :)
Amelia: *starts blushing* Stop you're making me blush :) Now why don't you sit your butt down and give me one of these *steals a cold-drink* and let's watch this.
Y/n: Okay *sits down* We are watching all the Conjuring movies and the Annabelle movies in order :)
Amelia: But those are so scary I honestly do not know how I will get through it.
Y/n: A wise person once told me this, "Scary movies are amazing *I move closer to Amelia* when I am with the right person *I move even closer and whisper into her ear* and you are that right person :)

*Amelia blushes like crazy and so do I*

Oh, crap did I just say that?! Did I really just use some B.D.E (Big dick energy :) ). This is the first time that I have flirted with someone since my ex-girlfriend before the incident. Am I really becoming myself again? After all this time and all the shit, I have gone through just to feel some sort of hope before I go on and kill myself. No, I cannot feel like this. Not now. I will take this as it goes but I will still kill myself at the end. This is, to me, a good sending-off present.