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ONE

As jack sat in the plane seat, he imagined about how the plane could crash at any moment. Just a single moment and he'd be gone. He wished it would.

Suddenly he heard two people muttering something to themselves. He turned to face them.

The man in the window seat says the safety instructions of sitting on the emergency exit seats, as he turned to look at jack.

"That's a lot of responsibility" jack says looking at the man wondering who he was.

"Wanna switch seats?"the man asks him with a smirk.

"No I'm not sure I'm the man for that particular job" jack replies, his words weak. Like his personality.

"An exit door procedure at 30,000 feet, the illusion of safety" said the girl between them, joining the conversation. She pushed down her biker glasses, brushing her jet black hair out of her face, her blue eyes trying to get a better view of the man beside her.

The man beside her smiles at her putting his arm around her shoulders. They shared a small look, small but sweet.

"Yeah, I guess so" jack answered after a minute.

"You wanna know why they put oxygen masks on planes" asks the man on his left.

"So you can breathe?" Answers jack with a small smile on his face.

"Oxygen gets you high, in a catastrophic emergency you're taking giant panic breathes, suddenly you become euphoric, it's awesome, you except your fate, it's all right here" the man says showing jack the leaflet that was in his hands.

"Emergency water landing 600 miles an hour, blank faces, calm as Hindu cows" the girl answers giving both men a smile.

"That's...that's an interesting theory" jack says to the two with a hint of a smile, wondering if the two were insane. He's figure that out later.

"What do you two do?" Jack asks the couple.

"What do you mean?" The man answers back quickly.

"What do you do for a living?" Jack asks explaining his question.

"Why, so you can pretend like your interested" the man asks seriously, turning away for a moment.

"Ty that's mean" The girl says, giving her boyfriend a knowing look.

"Sorry baby" he replies with a smirk.

Jack  laughs before saying "okay" in an uncomfortable way.

"You have some sick desperation in your laugh" Tyler says while pulling out his briefcase from underneath the seat in front of him.

"We have the exact same briefcase" jack says, shock evident on his face, and in his voice.

"Soap" is all the man says.

"Sorry?" Jack asks confused.

"We make and we sell soap, the yardstick civilisation." Camille explains.

(𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘛𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴)
(Narrators text)

"Tyler durden...Camille jones" jack says reading their names off the card.

"Did you know if you mix equals parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice you can make napalm" Tyler says to jack

Camille puts her head in the crook of Tyler's neck zoning out of their odd conversation.

"No I did not know that, is that true?" Jack asks surprised.

"That's right, one can make all kinds of explosions using simple household items" Tyler says seeming oddly interested in the topic.

"Really?" Jack says creeped out by his words.

"If one were so inclined" Tyler explains before leaning back in his seat, glancing down at his girlfriend for a moment.

"Tyler, you and Camille are by far, the most interesting single serving friends I've ever met" Jacks tell Tyler with a simple smile.

"I have this thing, everything on the plane is single serving even-" jack gets cut off

"Oh I get it, it's very clever" Tyler tell jack truthfully.

"Oh, thank you" jack says, surprised Tyler understood him.

"How's that working out for you?" Tyler asks

"What?" jack responds

"Being clever" Tyler says with a smirk

"Great" Jack answers after a minute.

"Keep it up then, keep it right up." Tyler repeats.

Tyler wakes up his girlfriend, waiting for her to get out of her seat, before he did the same.

"Now a question of etiquette as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?" Tyler says making camille chuckle quietly.

Camille turns around before waving to Jack, watching as he waves back smiling at her.

"We gotta go cami, come on" Tyler tells her as he takes her hand.

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭e 𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦
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Jack waits in the airport as his bag was apparently vibrating, and had to be checked. As he turns around he notices Tyler opening the door of a red car like a servant for Camille, who laughed softly at him, putting her sunglasses up in her hair. He then saw Tyler hopping in it himself, and speeding off. What Jack did not see was the owner of the car chasing after them.

When Tyler arrives at his apartment block he notices the whole thing was completely blown to bits. He stared at it, wondering what had gone wrong, but not just with the condo, with his life.

The building worker goes up to him "Do you have somebody you can call?" He asked with concern in his words.

Tyler looks at his belongings that were blown out due to the fire, devastated written on his face, before making his way to the payphone.

He rings Tyler and Camilles number, but there was no answer. All of a sudden the phone starts to ring.

Tyler slowly goes over to the phone and picks it up. "Hello?" He asks

"Who's this?" Tyler asks in a rude voice.

"Tyler?" Jack questions

"Who is this?" Tyler demand rudely again. Over the phone camilles voice can be heard, telling him not to eat on the phone, and to be polite.

Jacl explains who he is , and Tyler asks "what's up?"

"Your not going to believe this" Tyler tells him, preparing to tell the man his situation.

9th June 24'
I just updated this chapter and what the actual flip. My writing was so bad. Like this was only 8 months ago and it's SHOCKING.

Anyway I'm gonna rr all chapters and book some therapy because wtaf.