Arranged with Prince Charming

Arranged with Prince Charming [11]

“She’s so cute,” I replied, yawning myself. Calix chuckled, placing Rosie in my lap and I smiled. A small beep came over the intercom, indicating for us to put on our seat belts so we could take off.

Calix squeezed his way to the seat next to me and sat, buckling his seatbelt. I started petting Rosie, forgetting all about the seatbelt, until I felt someone nudge me. I turned my head to the side and glared at one of the stewardesses. “Ma’am, you need to put your seat belt on,” she said, keeping her face neutral.

I nodded, apologized for being rude. She bowed her head, and walked off. A small yapping sound came from my lap, and I looked down at Rosie as she sat there, looking up at me.

“You’re supposed to put your seat belt on Emma,” Calix warned. I stared at him hard, then handed her over, buckling up the seat belt before looking back up at him, hands out.

“Give me Rosie!” I whined, giving him the puppy dog eyes, but he didn’t budge.

“No Emma, we need to give her to the stewardess,” he replied, and I glared at him. He pushed a small, red button for assistance, and the same woman came out, bowing.

“Yes Your Highness?” Calix handed Rosie over to the woman and she walked away with the yipping puppy. I glared at him, again.

“Calix,” I whined. He gave me a hard look, telling me to knock it off, and I did, puffing out my chest and crossing my arms over it.

So, I was being irrational, but I had never been a really comfortable flier, and with Rosie, she made me calm. Calix didn’t, so I really didn’t feel like sitting near him for very long, though he did make a good head rest.

Suddenly, I fell back into my seat with a yelp as the plane started forward. My hand found Calix’s, and he squeezed it, meant to be for comfort, but it didn’t really do that for me. I closed my eyes; taking in deep breaths as the plane took off, sending us into the air.

Turbulence shook us, and I fell asleep to Calix whispering things in my ear.

“I don’t like you Emma,” Rosie said, glaring at me with those big brown eyes. She snarled at me, wagging her tail. I gaped.

“You talk?” I asked bewildered, eyes widening. I’m hallucinating, I chant. Rosie sighed, though it sounded more like a whine, and I take that as a yes. She was glaring at me with her canines visible, and growing larger and larger every few seconds. Was it one of those dreams?

“But I like you Rose!” I murmured, doing my best puppy eyes. I tried to take a step forwards, but she barked, a low growl, and I took a step back.

“I feel indifference towards you.” Since when did a dog have such a good vocabulary?

I was jolted awake by turbulence. I shookmy head, blond hair mused. Calix sat next to me, fast asleep, snoring softly. Moving my head from his chest, I looked out the far window and at the dark sky and clouds. I could hear hostesses talking around me, but I didn’t mind; the view was beautiful.

I pulled away from Calix and sat up, taking off my seatbelt and moving towards the back, where the bathroom was. A hostess stood in the way.

“Excuse me,” I grumbled, trying to open the door. The hostess that stood in front of me flashed me a fake smile and left. I did my business in the bathroom and slid back to my seat, only to find Calix watching Mighty Morphine Power Rangers.

“How long till we’re there?” I asked.

He took his eyes away from the television and stared at me for a couple of moments before responding, “Just over eleven hours.” I nodded in response and closed my eyes, resting my head on Calix’s shoulder before drifting off.