Tough Love | SebaCiel (ON HOLD)

4.) Airports + Drama = Not Fun

It's here! It's finally here! •^•

I'm so sorry I kept you all waiting. Like. Ugh. I feel bad. But I'm back now, and better than ever! All of you are so nice and supportive, it makes me happy. c:

So yeh. Read the last chapter if you wanna refresh your memory. I've got plans for this story... Big ones. (Also why does Wattpad keep updating tf)

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I blinked, gazing at the back of Sebastian's neck, thoughtfully. He was, without a doubt, not happy with me - that was for certain. But, about what, exactly?

I had to find out, because I was NOT going to have him being all pissy and dramatic on vacation. Especially when I didn't do anything - at least, I think I didn't.

Everyone seemed to quiet down after awhile, and Edward took the honour of cranking up the radio for the last few minutes of the car ride. My spirits were lifted a little, once I recognised the song that was playing.

Uma Therman, by Fall Out Boy.

Though my happy thoughts were suddenly drowned out by Alois' obnoxious attempt to sing along with the song.

* * *

"We have arrived~!" Lizzy squealed, linking my arm with hers and dragging me across the pavement. We were finally able to board the plane, after about ten minutes of Edward and Cheslock arguing with some flight attendant.

I peered behind my shoulder, and found Sebastian walking a few feet behind me. But, he wasn't alone.

Grell walked right by his side, and he seemed to be... Laughing, about something. Then, it dawned on me, that I was the one he was supposedly making jokes about. His green orbs seemed to glow in the basking sunlight, as he tossed his head back with every laugh. And the thing was, Sebastian was laughing, too.

I felt a sudden pang hit me in the chest, and I quickly turned around. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, and allowed Lizzy to pull me every which way while she admired the various buildings and people around us.

Pretty soon, Alois caught up with us, and linked my other arm with his own.

Lizzy giggled.

"Ciel, are you excited to be going on this trip with everyone?"

Alois smiled.

"Y-yeah, I think it's a great opportunity for us to be doing something like this!"

Everyone around me seemed so happy.

"I'm going to take you to a bunch of cute shops, okay, Ciel?"

But there I was, with a pit in my stomach. Something just didn't feel right.

"Okay."

I'm fine, though. It'll be fine. I'm just nervous.

Suddenly, something hit my neck as our group found our seats on the plane.

I spun around, only to see that Grell and Ronald were shooting spit-wads at me. Only me. And Sebastian, he just stood there. Watching. He didn't even bother to talk to me, and I couldn't figure out why.

I'm not okay.

* * *

Oh, did I forget to mention that we pretty much got our own set of seats to sit in? Our group was pretty much cut off from everyone else on the plane, with only a curtain and a door to separate us. It was nice, and I made note to myself that I would thank Edward later for doing that.

Alois' head was propped against my shoulder, the surprisingly soothing sound of his snoring filling my ears. Everyone else was either asleep or listening to music. And then there was Ronald, who was busy hitting on a foxy flight attendant.

Rolling my eyes and letting out the biggest sigh that I could, I gingerly put my dark blue earbuds in and my thoughts immediately melted away into nothingness. They seemed to be carried in a tide, the sound of the music crashing over them like waves. It felt nice, but one thought still lingered in the back of my head:

What was Sebastian mad about?

Wait, make that two thoughts:

Why did I have such a bad feeling about this trip? We were coming to have fun, right? It's not like any of us were going to die, or get kidnapped.

A tingling sensation buzzed through my fingertips, and moved like an electric current through my veins. I subconsciously began to tap my thumbs along to the beat of the music, the bass intensifying with every second. I almost felt as if everything around me turned pitch black, and the only thing present was myself - and my anxiety.

My hearted pounded out of my chest. It was like the bloody organ was trapped under my skin, and desperately wanted out. I wanted out. I wanted to go back home. I didn't feel good.

Then, all my senses came back to me, and the colour around me melted back into place at last. I opened my eyes, like I had woken up from a surreal dream, and ripped my right earbud out of my ear.

"Ciel...?"

I jerked my head to the side, and met eyes with Alois. He stared at me like he had just seen me eat a spider or something.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked quietly, my nervousness showing boldly. I must've not noticed it though.

"You've never been on a plane before, have you?" Alois suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, brightening up the atmosphere some. I finally relaxed, and let out a small sigh.

"No. I haven't. I guess I'm just really nervous." I confessed, switching my gaze to the television just above my seat. Some movie called The Breakfast Club was playing, on mute.

"You're not just nervous, Ciel. I can tell something else is bothering you."

I glanced at him questioningly.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

I couldn't exactly answer him, though. Another spit-wad nestled itself in the crook of my neck, and I whipped my head around angrily.

"Grell, fucking stop!" I said firmly, cautious not to wake anyone up. The feminine jerk simply smirked at me, and something sinister glittered in his eyes.

I scoffed, and turned back around. Alois held an amused grin, and crossed his arms behind his head.

"You feel it too, don't you, Ciel?" He whispered, closing one eye and playfully keeping the other open.

I knew exactly what he meant. I was in awe to think that, I wasn't the only one feeling this bad vibe.

"...yeah. I do, actually. I'm not the only one, then?" I replied, my voice shaky.

He smirked, then closed both eyes.

"Apparently not." He shifted in his seat, and without another word, drifted away into sleepy-land.

I gazed out the window to my left, watching grimly as the sun dipped beautifully into the clouds. I tried my best to ignore it, but -

Unfortunately, the faint whispers of Grell and Sebastian behind me came into hearing range. My name was mentioned once or twice.