My Other Half

CHAPTER THREE

                ^^April's hotel room ^^
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«APRIL'S POV»
CHAPTER THREE

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop...breathing like that!"

Turns out spending more than one hour with airplane boy (yes, I still don't know his name) is worse than being locked up in a cage with a wild buffalo. It seems that I just happen to do everything wrong somehow.

"Don't eat like that!"

"Don't sit like that!"

"Don't breathe like that!"

Next time he's going to be fucking telling me that I'm not shitting correctly.

"I'll stop breathing like this," I leaned in closer and blew on his gorgeous face to emphasis my point, "when you die."

This was the first time I'd been this close to airplane boy and his eyes were even more enchanting up close. They were a light brown and they seemed to have small amethyst flecks at the edges of his iris, which is uncommon. He had small amounts of freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose but they would be unnoticeable if you glanced at him rather than getting a good look. It seemed as if he was studying me as well, though I'm probably not as interesting as he is. "Well, at least if I die I wouldn't have to hear you breathe." He whispered, his voice deepening, causing my breathing to falter.

Recovering, I narrowed my eyes at his weak attempt at starting an argument and shoved his face away from mine, "Can you just shut up, you're making it hard for me to not try and throw you out of this plane."

"If I fall I'm taking you down with me, babe." He smirked slightly, but it wasn't like his other ones, it was more of an adorable smirk that no one would be able to get enough of, it was addicting. I chortled sarcastically at his comment, please if I fell off a plane with him, I'd make sure he was my landing cushion.

I ignored him skillfully for the next thirty minutes. Until the lady came asking if we'd like anything to eat."Hello, would you like anything?"She asked politely. She passed us the small plastic menus and I inspected one for any food I might want. I didn't bring a lot of money with me.

I made a whopping amount of approximately forty thousand dollars for working at Patty's Pizzeria for almost five years. Most of the money is in a savings account Patty made for me and I have about five hundred dollars in cash now and ten thousand in my spending account. I started working at Patty's at the age of thirteen. I know that that's not the legal age to start working but Patty was like the mother I never had when I came back from the Sampson's household and she paid me with her cash. Patty taught me everything I know and a year after volunteering around her restaurant she gave me a job.

My daily schedule would go like this:

Go to school at eight in the morning, leave at three o'five then use my old skateboard that I got from an old orphan, Jamie, to get through the ten blocks or so to the pizzeria and once I did my homework I would work till around seven.

"I'll just have a coke and blueberry muffin." Airplane boy informed politely to the lady and gave her his menu.

"Uh-"I stuttered,"I'll have a water and a pack of mixed nuts, that's all."

She looked at me and recognition flashed through her expression."Are you Ms. Florence, my boss told me to not put anything on your tab. I'm very sorry about the misunderstanding that occurred earlier." And with that, she went to the people in back of us.