Met You When I Was Sixteen

12.

After we went through the metal detectors and got rid of our suitcases, we got to run into some miscommunications. Apparently, the tickets we bought were mixed up with the seats that were available, which meant that one of us had to sit somewhere else, next to someone else. And of course, that one had to be Sem.

He was really drunk; he is most likely to do something stupid or say something stupid while sitting next to a whole other human being.

I sighed and walked to the plane waiting area, where we all sat down to. Atlas asked me if I wanted something to drink and I kindly nodded, he went off to get some. Meanwhile, Sem was just barely sitting in his chair. Well, he was laying in his chair, his butt almost falling to the floor. And he stared at me like a lost puppy. Except a mean puppy, we all know how he gets when he's drunk.

People were just minding their own business, talking to each other, making loud phone calls, and above all just stressing if they were on time and if they got the right gate.

Well, we don't have to worry about that sincerely, because we've been going in and out of planes. It's nothing new for either of us. I'm still surprised how I survived through all of it with my fear of flights.

After about a quarter of three, we finally were allowed to get on the plane. Atlas and I sat pretty close in the front, while Sem sat a few rows ahead of us. Next to an incredibly beautiful girl. A blonde girl. She wore glasses, had those adorable freckles, and wore this intense red-colored lipstick. She was everything I could only wish to be.

Atlas saw the frown that was on my face for quite a while, which he of course, like the amazing person he is trying to change. He succeeded for a while, until the speakers blasted through the airplane itself, hearing the sweet voice of one of the stewardesses. "Good afternoon! Welcome to KLM airplanes. (I'm sorry I've never been in an airplane and I suck at those names.) We will take off in about 3 minutes so please remain seated and don't forget your seatbelts! You will hear from us once we are at our destination, Los Angeles. Have a safe flight!"

The flight finally took off after 3 minutes, not to mention the intense pressure on your ears once you were in the air. I grabbed my EarPods out of my bag as I tried my best to get them out of the knot it currently is in. Atlas was looking for a movie to watch on one of the screens in front of him, while Sem was acting a little too close to the girl next to him. He was laughing, which made me wonder if it was his true laugh or just an uncomfortable laugh.

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Atlas was watching his movie while Sem was half passed out; one hour had already passed, and Sem hadn't laid eyes on me once. Not even an glare or a look back, nothing. But that's his choice; i can't force him to constantly pay attention to me when i don't want to be the one where attention is the most important thing to have. I'd gladly be in the back, stay quiet and just mind my own business.

His eyes were glued to one place, one spot. The girl next to him. Of course, I understand why because she's so much prettier than me, she is so much better.

She's everything I wish I could be; I want to be.

Looking at him being happier than he is with me, most likely because of his alcohol, makes me jealous, and makes me feel not good enough. But maybe I am just not good enough.

Sem would be so much happier with her than with me. But I love him too much for me to let him go., And he wouldn't let me go either. Cause who is he supposed to abuse, who is he supposed to let suffer when all he had was gone? He has me wrapped around his finger. Every damn time, and he very well knew it. Why not take advantage of that? Oh wait. He's already doing that.

"Ur okay?" My overthinking got interrupted by Atlas, who had his left EarPod in his hand, while the other one was still in his right ear. He looks at me with those soft eyes, a resorting smile plastered on his face. A couple of hair locks are in front of his eyes, dropping down, which you could blow in place if you tried hard enough.