What Was - benson boone x o/c

Be Someone

"that someone is me"

If someone told I was moving back to my hometown of Santa Barbara to live with my aunt and uncle and best friend I would of asked them what they were on, but here I am, boarding my flight from Georgia to California. I scanned my ticket and dragged my suitcase through the tunnel you go on before you enter the plane, my best friend Grace behind me wheeling hers.

After we entered we found our seats and sat in them. They were towards the back of the plane. Grace sat next to me after stuffing both of our suitcases into the overhead bin. "You excited!" Grace asked with enthusiasm I saw right through. Ever since the accident she had been trying to get me to be happy. "Sure, excited." I say rolling my eyes at her. 

"Come on Ella it will be a fresh start! No one knows you there! You might even meet someone new!" She says, wiggling her eyebrows at the last statement. I feel tears come to my eyes and she realizes she overstepped a boundary. "Oh shoot, it's okay." She says rubbing my back.

"Maybe a fresh start won't be so bad," I say, closing my eyes to try and block out the waterworks threatening to pour. I reached into my drawstring bag and pulled out my phone and AirPods. "Is it okay if I go into hiding mode now?" I joke, holding up my AirPods. Grace had been spaced out looking out the window. 

"Oh yeah, sorry." She says turning to me and smiling, she reaches into her bag and grabs the same things. I slip my AirPods in and prepare for my five hour flight. Gosh, flying for one hour even scared me. The plane was filling up with people and a little kid sat behind me. We all know how this is going to go.

I turn on a random shuffle of music and sit my head back. It was around 12:30 pm when the plane finally rattled and came to life. I grabbed Grace's hand and squeezed, I was deathly afraid of planes. "Just trust me, you'll be fine." Grace says and I nod. She squeezes my hand and we prepare for take off. I start my music and try to relax. I'll be fine, I'll be fine.

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"Attention please, this is your captain speaking, we have reached our cruising altitude." The loudspeaker booms with the raspy voice of the pilot. I sit there, finally relaxed, listening to my music when I feel the kid kicking my seat. I let it go for a few seconds, but when he continues to do so I pause the music, take one AirPod out of my ear and hiss, "hey kid, stop kicking my seat." 

The kids eyes widen and he nods, mumbling a sorry. I unpause the music and an unfamiliar song comes on. I tap on my phone screen and see the song is called 'What Was' by some guy named Benson Boone. I close my eyes and listen to it.

"I wish I could change my name, I wish I could start again," the man sings. I really liked the song, finding it kind of relatable. I put it into my playlist and continue listening. It made me thinking of my family, and my old boyfriend Matthew, until he became sick and twisted. Good memories only last so long, unfortunately all good things must come to an end. That's the whole reason I'm on this plane.

"You need somebody to hold, where the hell did I go?" He sings, then the song fades. That line stays in my head for the rest of the plane ride. Where the hell did I go? It was a question I really should be asking myself. I brought this among my family, I brought this among myself, all because I liked a boy. That's all it took, one song to spark my memories. If I'm being completely honest, it was a good song.