Battle Of Hearts

Chapter 5: Who really drinks chocolate milk?

When a nice lady in a red uniform asks if you and your sleeping friends want anything, you obviously ask for alcoho- chocolate milk. And when that nice lady comes back with your chocolate milk, you drink it, right? And usually they tell you if they have bad turbulence, right?

Well, Emery must've gotten us a shitty airline because I did not get a warning. So with the small paper cup to my mouth, I got a face, and shirt, and shorts full of chocolate milk. I groan and silently thank the gods I was the last one to sit out of our group. The walk to the bathroom is embarrassing, but thankfully most people are watching a movie or dead asleep.

I lock the door and grab some paper towels.

"We are now approaching the Atlantic Ocean" the intercom announces, making it echo around the bathroom.

I went back to cleaning the brown stain out of my shirt, and the room turned bright fucking yellow, then red, then yellow again. It faded between a bright yellow and red, reminding me of a traffic light if someone removed the go light. Damn, why did European planes have to be so extra when it comes to America. They didn't even do our colors.

After my eyes adjusted enough I looked back up to the mirror. "Shit!" I yell as I realize I'm the one glowing, and over my head was a mush of a sun and two arrows battling to stay on top above my head. I try my best to swat it away to no avail. It takes a good 20 seconds till both colors fade and I look down to find the stains gone.

I unlock the door and go back to my row to see everyone asleep. I sit in my now clean seat, weird. But I'm not mad.

Sleeping after being blasted in the face with the colors of a sunset is hard, like, really hard. Like, I could still see the colors flashing whenever I closed my eyes.

After what felt like forever, I was finally able to fall asleep. But it wasn't a restful sleep, instead my brain was streaming a fight between a mad gangster on a bike fighting with a blonde dude, who looked like he could model. I couldn't hear what they were saying, it sounded like a different language, and far away. All I could understand were about 3 words, son, mine, and no.

I got some weird looks when I woke up, I was breathing heavily and I could feel the cold sweat on my forehead. The plane had finally landed, we were back in the states. After what felt like an eternity the plane had finally landed, we were back in the states. Where in the states? No idea. Once again, it seemed like I was the last one to get any of the information. 

Emery was the obvious pro, Mika was practically addicted to those books since last year, and Yeri had also been the one to listen to her books rants. They had started talking about it when I was gone for the summer, and since then I would listen sometimes but it never interested me enough to ask her to fill in the blanks. 

I tried to explain to them what happened what happened in the bathroom on our way to the car, but it seemed like everyone was still dazed but me. Mika seemed kinda confused why we were telling us about my bathroom adventures till about halfway though, which at that point most of my replies were a variation of "uh huh", "cool"s and a whole lot of "that's nice" from Emery.  I think they might've been to tired to understand what I was saying. I ultimately decided I would try again later.