Until We Bleed

{Four//7}

We spend the rest of our time in Ireland sneaking away from the houses, going on adventures, and kissing as much as we can. And right now, I'm editing a video as part of my screenwriting final. I decided to write a screenplay...or, at the very least, the first draft of one, and then create a trailer for it. I've had these earbuds in my ears all day, but I'm only now listening to what I've been working on for the past week. I combined all of the photos and videos of Josh and our adventures with some lone videos of me acting as best I could and voicing over parts as narration. I smile, pleased with my work, close my laptop, and look down at Josh, who is napping on my lap. He's been done since the first four days, so whenever we got together to work as a group with our class, he'd ramble on and on about nothing, or na--as he is now. I brush away some of his curls and flick his forehead.

He quick sits up with one arm, "Hey!" he rubs the spot I hit, "I'm trying to sleep here."

"You slept all night, why do you need to nap?"

"um...I so didn't sleep all last night. Don't you recall that little meet up behind one of the big rocks at Ballynoe Stone Circle?" He moves his body to be facing me, whispering into my ear "And how loud you got knowing no one was going to find us?"
I shove him away from me and roll my eyes. 

"Oh whatever, you got loud too," I mumble, so our classmates wouldn't hear me. I narrows his eyes and looks me up and down, only to skip over the topic. 

"So you excited for it to be summer when we get back?" Josh ruffles up his hair, making it stand up a bit more. I shrug, summer was nice, but it was never really great for me. Those hot days just remind me of people I used to know, and have almost forgotten. Though being here makes me miss the weather back home, its less cloudy back in the states. 

Packing is a bitch.
Packing my luggage was torture, I had unpacked and repacked seven times before I actually got all of my things in them. Going through airport security was tedious, but easy because I want in sweatpants and a baggy shirt, knowing I want to be comfortable on this stupid plane. I got on the plane after Josh and put my carry on in the compartment above the seats and plop down onto the stiff cushioned chairs. 

"Tough morning?" Josh asks. 

"Extremely," I lay my head on his shoulder and we make small chit chat while the plane takes off. 

"Can't wait to get home and see Miranda," I lift my head and say, "I miss her...and she doesn't know about us yet."

"Wow, that surprising, because she's pretty nosy," Josh glances out the window. I nudge him, and then look past him out the window. 
I have been missing home quite a lot, just the comfort of my own bed and knowing i'm safe with my things...oh god do I miss my things. 
Around twenty minutes into the plane flying at a steady altitude, I check the weather and see there is a big storm right where we are headed. I look at Josh who was looking outside. 

"It's raining pretty hard. I didn't know it was going to rain today," Josh glances at me--all of the sudden the plane shudders, I grip onto Josh's arm. Our luck has been complete shit today, and now I can't even control the weather that is coming our way. 

"Oh my god, oh my god," I mumble and glance around for the flight attendants. 

"You'll be fine, it's just some turbulence." Josh tries to reassure me. 

The pilot comes over the speakers and says: "Sorry folks, we are getting a bit of turbulence. everything should be okay, just remember the safety protocol in case of emergency."