Pornstar (hiatus)

Chapter 15

"Do a gentle left turn," Tanner instructed, upon which Warren tilted the plane so strongly, they were hanging at a nearly 90° angle in the sky.

"We're gonna die," Warren stated flatly, looking out of his window that was pointed almost straight down to the ocean beneath them.

"But not today," Tanner commented in his still amused tone, though he did take the steering, gently bringing them back into an upright position.
"You don't have to turn so tightly. We have plenty of space and time," he gestured out into the sky, where Warren suddenly saw another plane, extremely close by. They were so going to die.

"There's a plane!" He yelled, pointing at it.

"Yes. It's been there for five minutes already."
Why was Tanner always so calm?! Warren's nerves were almost gone. He wasn't used to such stressful situations. He was used to being locked in his apartment, alone, doing nothing. He already got nervous when someone argued with him on YouTube. This was too much for him to handle.

"What do we do?" Warren tried to calm himself down. Everything was fine. Tanner was all cool, so it had to be fine, right?

"Nothing. It's really far away from us and it's flying parallel to us, on a different flight level. We aren't in each other's way."

Warren watched the plane for a moment just to make sure his boss was right, which apparently, he was because the other plane wasn't coming closer.

"Oh... Right. Okay..." Slowly, Warren took the controls back. He could do this. Especially because he loved it.
He couldn't even remember the last time he had enjoyed something as much as he was enjoying their flight; putting aside his occasional fear of dying, that is.
Meanwhile, he had gotten pretty good at keeping his heading, wavering somewhere between 130 and 150 degrees, so now he just had to focus on speed and altitude, which ranged between 2500 and 3500 feet, and 90 to 110 knots.
If he only focused on one of those three, it was fine, but keeping all three levelled at the same time was impossible for him.

"How long have you been flying?" Warren asked curiously. Either Tanner had been doing this for a really long time, or he was a genius.

"Around 6 years meanwhile. I have around 380 flight hours so far."

Warren gave him a shocked look. "380 flight hours?! Wow, that's... a lot..." So far, Warren had around 30 minutes.

"Hm... it's alright." Tanner shrugged.

"How many hours do you have to do to get a pilot license?" Warren's psychotic fantasy suddenly showed him doing something like that.

"It depends on the license you want to get. For a PPL it's 40 hours. For a commercial pilot it's 250, and a for an airliner pilot its 1500."

"1500?! How do you even do that?" Warren asked in disbelief.

Tanner chuckled. "You fly a lot."

"Wow... How much does it cost to get a private license?" Not that Warren would ever be able to afford it, but he liked to fantasize.

"I'm not sure what it costs here in America... In Germany it's not expensive. Around 10 to 12 thousand Euros."

"Oh." If that was 'not expensive' for Tanner, what exactly did he consider expensive?
On the other hand, he had just spent over 2500 Dollars on his garden, and that didn't even include the soil to fill up his raised beds.

Warren sighed.

"What about this trip here? How much does this cost? Whose plane is this?" He had a feeling it had to be very pricey.

"It's from the Santa Monica Flyer's club, where I'm a member. It's really cheap because it's so small, around 160 Dollars per flight hour." Tanner shrugged, while Warren cleared his throat.