You're Unbelievable, So Unbelievable

Vacation, sounds nice right? No. Well, maybe the actual vacation part, but not how we chose to get there. Although, considering there is a giant body of water between California and Hawaii, we didn't have much of a choice on transportation. I would have been just fine staying my ass at home and just relaxing and enjoying not being on the road all the time, but Frank wanted to spend "quality time together" 2,390 miles away. I'm positive we could have spent "quality time together" within the comforts of our own home just the same. But no. Here I am on this flying death trap, gripping Frank's hand as if my life depends on it, because who knows? Maybe it does.

"This is ridiculous, Frank. Couldn't you have picked somewhere we could drive to? There are plenty of nice places we haven't seen!"

"No, what's ridiculous is how you're acting. Gee, just go to sleep and it will be over before you know it. People fly every single day and have no problem getting to their destination in one piece. These people do this for a living, I think they know what they're doing. Just relax, babe."

"Easy for you to say! You don't mind flying!"

"Gee, people are staring, calm down."

"Calm down? Really, Frank? Calm down? We've been dating for years and you know damn well how I deal with flying! Its not my fault you left it at home! So, don't you tell me to ca-" I was cut off from my whisper-yelling rant, by Frank's lips sliding against my own.

"Baby, please. Just try to calm down. Okay? I really am sorry I left your medicine at home, but we were rushing around and it just somehow didn't make it in the car. Look, I bought some Dramamine at the airport. Its supposed to make you sleepy. How about you take some and hopefully you can just sleep through this whole thing. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay." I sighed and sat back against my seat and waited while Frank dug around in his duffle and found some water and the packet of Dramamine.

"Here, take this."

I swallowed the pills Frank handed me and promptly went back to squeezing the life out of his hand because the flight attendant suddenly announced that we were about the move to the runway to take off. This shit that Frank bought better work, or this was going to be a long five hours and ten minuets.

After a while of sitting there I was convinced I had time to relax for a bit, but just as I relaxed my grip on Frank, the engines roared to life and we were moving quickly along the runway.

"Frank!" I squeaked out.

"I'm right here. You're okay, Gee. Promise." He said as he laced our fingers together and rubbed small circles on the back of my hand. Normally that would have calmed me down just fine, but no. This is flying. I hate flying. And now I'm hurdling through the air at like 400-something miles an hour in this tin can from hell.

"Frank? Frank?! The pills aren't working! I'm not sleeping!" I whined, feeling if I gripped the armrests any tighter they would crumble.

"You have to wait for them to take affect, love."

"Well, how long does that take?"

"I'm not sure, probably like thirty minutes."

I looked over at Frank, shooting him an angry "are you fucking kidding me" look, not that he would know that though because he's looking out the goddamn window!! Fine. Fine. I will just sit here and suffer in my own personal hell in silence.

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I don't know how long it had been, because minutes felt like hours to me, but, seeing as this was an afternoon flight, it had finally gotten dark enough outside for them to turn off the lights. Which helped only slightly. I was still sitting ridged in my seat with my eyes screwed shut and my hands holding onto the armrests so hard that they were beginning to hurt. Frank seemed to finally get bored with whatever he was doing on his phone because I felt him shift in his seat next to me. Soon enough I felt his hands on top of mine, trying to get me to relax my grip. Which I found rather soothing until I realized that Frank was on the floor in front of me. My eyes shot open only to be met with his.