The Mortician's Daughter- I Said I Loved You (Part One of a multi-part story)

SEVEN

                                                                                           SEVEN

         //////////////////////////////////(Dennis's point of view)////////////////////////////////////////////

After 3 hours of waiting at the airport, my flight is finally ready for boarding. I walk through the metal detector, which took forever because of all the zippers and buttons and metal things that I have on my clothes. After a while they decided that I was probably good because I have skin tight jeans and a tank top, and they figured I couldn't be hiding anything.

It took them just as long to go through and check the pockets of all my jackets and pants because, once again, they are metal covered. I am going to be ten times more mad if they make me late for my flights because that would mean another week in Australia because that is their next open flight to the U.S..

"You're clean." Said one of the airport ladies, finally handing me my bag.

"Thanks." I said, I don't really mean it, but it was the kind thing to say.

"Have a nice day." She said, she didn't mean it ether.

I just got to the door before they closed it up. Like 30 more seconds and those jerks would have made me miss my flight. I take my seat next to a lady with a baby, probably only like 6 months old. I cram my bag into the compartment, and sit down for a flight that was probably going to be terrible, because every time I get suck on a flight with a baby it cries the whole... entire... time!!!

"She is a very quiet baby, she shouldn't bother you." The mom said when I sat down.

"Oh, ok. She's a cute baby." I said.

"Yes, uh, thanks." She said, sounding weird.

"Not is a creepy way, that probably came out wrong." I said.

"Nah." She said, still odd like. I pull my phone and ear buds out of my pocket and start to play my playlist.

"Are you listening to the misfits?" she asked tapping on my shoulder.

"Yeah, well my playlist, but yeah, why?" I asked.

"I used to listen to them all the time, I still do sometimes." She said.

"Yeah, probably since you have had a kid?" I asked.

"No, my husband doesn't like rock music like that. He is like a classical music fan." She said.

"Yeah? Well I am more of a fan of words in songs, personally." I said, sort of joking around.

"Me too, he all the time tells me what songs mean. I don't know where he gets that from. I guess it brings your imagination to life more." She said.

"Yeah, maybe." I said.

"I don't know, his music isn't really for me, but he is a really loving guy so that is all I could ask for." She said.

"Yeah, it's all about how someone treats you." I said.

"Well, I didn't mean to interrupt you from your music. I just thought I recognized the song." She said.

"No, I don't mind. It is nice talking to you, sorry I didn't catch you name." I said, wanting to be polite.

"Nicole." She said, "and yours is?"

"Uh?" I said, with a hollow feeling fill every inch of my body.

"My name is Nicole, what is yours" she asked again but slower.