A Movie Of Our Own

26

Charlotte

We arrived in New York about two hours ago and I just got checked into my hotel room. Or suite, shall I say? Just to be fancy.

Either way, the rest of the plane ride after me and Brooke's festivities was pretty delightful. And luckily while we were going at it in the back, nobody had heard us over their loud chatter and playing of poker.

To my luck at least.

Even though I should be settling into my hotel room, and start to unpack and dress for our rehearsal meeting later, I chose the wise decision to call Lena instead.

"How'd the plane ride to New York go?" Lena asks from the other side of my phone in the comfort of her house.

"That's exactly what I called to tell you about. Hold up, let me set up my phone on the table right quick." I say placing my phone on a vase to make sure the camera captures me.

"I'm waiting." Lena remarks sassily.

"Ok, so I boarded the plane and sat myself in the back, as always."

"Then next thing you know, Brooke sat down right next to me and we just kind of stayed like that for a while." I say, trying to avoid the topic of Brooke fingering in the back.

"And that's it? You guys didn't talk or anything in particular.." She questions, trying to dig for more information.

"We did talk, you know just about the movie I was watching and just work." I say.

"Ok what happened in that plane Charlotte? Don't tell me you joined the mile high club." She jokes while also laughing.

How could I join a club if I'm on a plane? Does she think I'm dumb?

"What the hell is the 'mile high club' ?" I ask, fidgeting with my fingers.

"You know, I knew you would ask me that. But don't worry I wasn't being serious about you being a part of it." She laughs at the thought.

"Ok Lena, cut the jokes and just tell me, please." I beg.

"Ok, it's nothing complicated, but it's just when you have sex in a plane, which I doubt you'll ever do." She says brushing it off.

"So what are you doing later?" She asks, moving into another subject.

Wait, this whole "mile club" thing, is that bad? Does it even count with what Brooke and I did?
Wait, stop. Just ask.

"Does fingering someone in the back of a plane count?" I ask, my face heating up at the thought of it.

"Umm, maybe?" She tilts her head to the side, thinking of a yes or no to the question I asked.

While Lena sits there completely clueless of what I just asked her, I sit down in my chair waiting patiently for her to truly process what I said.

"Uhhh.." Lena continues, still, completely clueless.

"God damn it Lena she-"

"Did Brooke finger you?" Lena cuts me off, completely shocked and confused by what she figured out.

"Why else would I ask that?"

"Holy shit!" Lena gasps.

"You? Are you sure nobody like replaced you with a plastic model of you, and she fingered that instead, right?" She asks, her expression showing that she's concerned

"Oh my god Lena! It was me she fingered!" I yell out.

"Oh my god!" She laughs out.

"There's no way!" She continues.