Vacation For Dummies

*do you have any anti-constipation drinks?*

June 28 - 8:12am - somewhere above North Carolina

"So." Matt said, pulling our tray tables down with a thud. "What are you doing in Baltimore?" I looked up from my phone, smacking my hand down. "I already told you!" Matt crossed his arms. "Yeah but like, what are you really doing? Nobody would voluntarily visit their grandparents for a week." Sadly, he had a point. "Uh, I dunno... Probably baking some cakes and maybe taking a tour of the city?"

Matt was taking a swig of water right at the time I announced this, and he spewed it everywhere. "Baking cakes? Taking a tour of the city?! God Grace, you're so boring! You're going on vacation by yourself! You can do whatever you want!" I shook my head, sliding the window shade up and down. "It doesn't really work that way." "Why not?" I watched Matt wipe up the water, then realized, to my horror, that he was using my jacket to do it.

"Ma-att!" I snatched my soggy sweatshirt back from him. He shrugged. "You weren't stopping me. But why can't you have fun on vacation?! Isn't that the point of a, vacation?" I fiddled with the armrest. "I do have fun!" Matt raised an eyebrow. "Oh really. Name one thing you've really enjoyed doing with your grandparents."

Surprisingly, my mind was blank. "Uhhh... Hold on, let me think." Matt smirked at me. "See? That's the thing. There is nothing fun to do with your grandparents." I tried to deny him. "I'm sure there's something..." He chuckled. "Give it up, hula girl. You're spending the next week with me, and we're gonna have some real fun."

I was about to protest, but a shadow fell over us. "Your drink orders, please?" A stewardess man stood in front of Matt. "I'll have a Coke," I ordered first. The man wrote it down on his notepad, and turned to Matt. "And you, sir?" Matt scratched his chin, looking like he was questioning the meaning of life rather than what drink to order on an airplane.

"Do you have any anti-constipation drinks?"

I struggled to keep a straight face, turning my laughter into a coughing fit. The man looked appalled that Matt was asking such a question. "Excuse me, sir?" Matt sighed, like it pained him to go into detail. "Anti-constipation. You know, like when you gotta go, but you can't? It's a quite unfortunate condition, and I seemed to have forgotten my medication at home." Matt looked dead-sincere. I didn't understand how he could keep a straight face through all of this.

The steward's eyes widened. "I'll see what we have." He rushed off before Matt could say anymore. As soon as he was out of earshot, the two of us burst out laughing. Matt folded his arms, looking pleased with himself. "And that, my friend, is how you get free drinks." "How do you know you're gonna get a free drink?" Matt winked at me. "Trust me. It works every time."

Sure enough, the steward returned with a gigantic bottle of ginger ale, handing it to Matt. I got a small complimentary cup of soda. "This is all we have, sir." The steward looked nervous. Matt opened it, taking a big swig. "Mmmhmmm! This is perfect! All I needed was to clear up the system a little bit. Get things flowing again, y'know? This should do the trick. Thank you kind sir." Matt tried to lean over and grab the man's hand but he pulled it away, storming off.

Matt poured some ginger ale in with my Coke. "Cheers." We clinked our plastic containers, grinning. "To the best summer Grace has ever had!" Matt exclaimed, toasting again. I smirked at him. "Good luck with this one, Lacrosse Boy." He made a fish face at me, his mouth full of ginger ale. "Don't even worry about it. I have a plan."

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After we finished our drinks, Matt pushed his tray table up, yawning. He motioned to the window shade. "Hey can you pull that down?" I yanked it about a centimeter down. "There." "More," he demanded. A few more centimeters. "A little more..." One more centimeter... "Ugh!" Matt huffed, reaching across me and slamming it down all the way.

"You are a worthless piece of garbage," he commented, pulling a full-sized fleece blanket out of his duffel bag. I pulled the window shade back up. He hissed like a vampire, slamming it back down. "Say that again and I'll pull it back up." He unfolded the blanket. "Do that again and I'll keep this blanket all for myself," he cackled evilly.

I sighed, giving up. "Fine." Matt tossed half the blanket in my direction. I draped it over myself, shutting my eyes. The plane was almost dead quiet. I was about to drift off, when a weight landed on my shoulder. "What the hell, Matt?!" I whispered harshly. His head was completely on my shoulder, making me immobile. I tried poking him, but upon further inspection, I realized he was asleep.

So I had a semi-stranger sleeping on me. And probably drooling on me. Who would've guessed that this is how I would be spending my first day of vacation? I looked down at the sleeping Matt. He was actually kinda cute. Okay who was I kidding, he was gorgeous. The way his mouth turned up on the right when he smiled. The way his hair just kinda sat on his head like a mop. The way his nose turned up at the end--

"What are you doing?"

Matt looked up at me, eye half closed. "How long have you been staring at me like that?" "How long have you been sleeping on my shoulder?" I shot back. He closed his eyes, still leaning on me. "I asked you first." I opened the window shade back up, sending a beam of light across us. This time Matt screamed, causing the same family who had stared at us in the waiting room to look over again.

I slid it back down, laughing. Matt stuck his lower lip out, pouting. "It's not funny. Stop staring at me." "I wasn't!" He pulled the blanket up under his chin. "Don't even try to deny it. You think I'm cute, don't you?" He made his voice higher. "Oh that Matt, he's so charming and handsome and he's got such nice eyes--" I smacked his fleece-covered arm. "Shut up!" I fought the blush that was threatening to cover my cheeks.

He grinned. "I know that's what you're thinking." I shook my head, even though he was completely right. "No." Matt raised an eyebrow. "Okay then what are you thinking about?" I paused for a moment and thank god my quick wit kicked in. "I'm thinking about ditching you as soon as we land cause you're being a complete asshole, Matt."

"Ooh feisty little hula girl," he reached up and tiredly tapped my nose. "I'm going back to sleep, 'kay?" I sighed. "Yeah that's fine. Just keep immobilizing me for the whole flight." I actually didn't mind it in the least; I was really cold and he was like a furnace. Matt laughed, rolling to the side a little bit to drape his arms across my torso. I groaned, but let him stay.

He resumed his position on my shoulder, and I resumed playing Candy Crush. And things actually felt right.

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