Monte and I ended up sitting next to each other, Mike across the aisle. "Monte, I'm so glad this is happening." I smiled. "Me too. It's gonna be a little different living with two people, instead of just one other. Monte's phone rang and it started playing On Top Of The World by The Dead Rabbitts, the only song I really liked by them. "Hello?" He asked, looking at his knuckles. "Grateful." I mumbled. He turned and looked at me. He smiled and nodded. The smile faded quickly. "Yeah, sure. You can talk to her, Craig." He said. He handed the phone to me. "Craig?" I asked, confused and nervous. "TJ told me about what happened." He said. "What?" I asked, my heart racing. "Don't act like you don't remember him doing that stuff to you back by the busses." "Craig, I don't know what you're talking about." I lied, looking to Mike. "Look, TJ said he was drunk, and doesn't remember the whole thing, but he remembers Michael coming by you two, shouting, and he remembers you crying. I don't wanna know what you guys were doing, but you need to tell Monte." Craig said. "Craig, no. I can't. He doesn't need to know. Nothing happened. Don't worry. Michael and I have this all sorted out. Stay out of it." I said, my voice shaky. "Can I talk to Mike, then?" Craig asked. "Yeah," I hesitated. I got up and handed the phone to Michael, who was on the end, closest to Monte. I was in the middle, on Monte's right. We were on the right side of the plane. "Babe, what did Craig talk to you about?" Monte asked, concerned. "It's nothing. Just don't worry, okay?" I pleaded. "Caity, now I'm actually worried." He said. "What happened." he demanded. "I can't tell you. You'd be mad." I said, biting my lip and holding back tears. "Didb you cheat on me or something?" Monte asked really loud. "No, Monte. I didn't! I promise!" I said, a tear escaping my left eye. "Babe, what happened?" Monte asked, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "TJ." I whispered. "WHAT DID TJ DO TO YOU?" Monte asked, getting angry. He was cute when he was annoyed, but not when he was angry. I was actually scared he would do something we'd both regret. "Nothing. Mike found me before anything could happen. When Shinedown started playing, I..." I trailed off. "When she said TJ was using the bathroom, she was lying. He was drunk, behind some busses, trying to... Y'know... I'd say it, but we're on a plane... and then I found them, and got her away from him before anything could happen." Mike spoke up. "So, are you telling me that TJ tried to drunk-fuck my girlfriend when I was about 120 feet away?" Monte said. "Puto idioto." He said, laughing. Spanish. "You speak Spanish?" I asked. "Not much." He said. "He knows how to say bad stuff in spanish. Like, he could ask you if you wanna have sex." Mike said, trying to embarass his brother. "Nah. Me gustas puto, but I'm mucho gusto with where Caity and I are." He laughed. "What?" I asked. "I said, I like fucking, but I'm happy with where Caity and I are." Monte smiled. "Oh." I laughed. "Don't worry. You'll catch on." Mike said. "I hope!" I smiled. "So, you aren't mad at TJ?" I asked. "Nah. He was drunk. We all lose our senses when we're drunk." He said. "I'll keep that in mind when I drink next. Then I'ma fuck her, kay?" Mike said. "No you won't." Monte said. "Why not?" "She'll be too busy fucking me." Monte winked. He turned back to me, and smiled. He kissed me on the cheek. "There will be no fuckery if I have anything to do with it." I said. "What if I hold you down?" Monte raised an eyebrow. "Then I've got no choice." I giggled. "She's a fan of bondage." Mike said, hopping over me and sitting in the empty seat next to me. We were about to take off, and wouldn't get there until about 11 pm, Florida time. It would only be about 8 pm there, in California. "Hah, cool. We're leaving at 8 pm, and we'll get there at 8 pm." I smiled. "Yeah," Mike said. I yawned. "Tired?" Monte said. "Montee, yes." I said, whining. "My shoulder," He offered. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder. "I did tell you that you could sleep on the plane." Monte said. I sighed and passed out. I woke up, and Mike was passed out against the window. It was dark. I looked up to Monte. "Baby, you're awake." He smiled. "Yeah. Are we almost there?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so. I unbuckled your seatbelt. You curled right up next to me." He smiled. "Monte, I love you." I said. Did I really just say that? Wow, and with no hesistation. And... I said it first! Maybe I really did love Monte. I smiled at the thought. I put my head on his shoulder again. "I love you too, babe." He said. "I'm gonna go back to sleep," I said, closing my eyes. "Alright," Monte said, moving me, putting his arm around me. "Comfy?" He asked. I nodded and smiled. "Good. We'll be there soon." "Good, then I get to sleep with you in your bed..." "We should do more than sleep." Monte laughed. "Mmf." I said in arguement, but passed out again. "G'night, sweatheart." Monte said. When I woke up, we were in California.
