"Molly, you're going to miss your plane! Hurry up!" I hear my mum shout up to me. I'm packing to leave to go back home to England. I moved to Boston when I was three years old from Holmes Chapel in England. I kept getting in trouble at school here, so my mum is making me move back in with my aunt.
I don't want to leave Boston. I've lived here for most of my life and I've made so many friends here, but now I have to leave it all behind. I don't know anyone in England, well besides my aunt and two cousins, but other than that, I don't have any friends. This is going to be hell.
"I'm leaving now, mum." I rudely say to my mum as I walk out the door.
"Ring me when you get to Veca's house!" my mum yells behind me. I ignore her as I put my suitcases in the trunk of my black 2012 Toyota Camry and climb in the front seat. I start the car and head to the airport.
After I'm finished going through security, I sit and wait for my flight number to be called; flight 314 to Cheshire, England. I pull out my phone to see that I have a text from my best friend, Katie. The text reads,
Mol, when are you getting on the plane??? Do I have time to see you before?
I frown at the text because I didn't get to say goodbye to Katie.
I'm getting on now :( I'm sorry! I promise I'll visit soon!
I hit send and receive another text from one of my other friends, Nathan.
Hey Mol, can I post some videos on our youtube account while you're gone?
I run a YouTube account with Nathan. We basically just do crazy shit, anything really. We have about half a million subscribers and we have over 200,000 followers on Twitter. I'd like to say I'm pretty proud of it.
Yeah you can. But when I visit, we're doing a ton :)
I send a tweet out to my followers saying:
Back to England. Hopefully will be back soon :( x
Right as I hit send, I hear my flight being called. I feel tears overcoming my sight as I walk down the hall to the plane door. I don't want to leave my whole life here, but I'm forced to. I hold the cross around my neck in my hands tight as I walk onto the plane.
I let a few tears spill over as I look for my seat. I keep my head down and sit at the end of the row of three seats. There's someone already here, but I don't want to let anyone see my vulnerability at the moment. I let out a sniffle and suddenly the guy next to me is all up in my business.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he says, softly, in a thick English accent, much thicker than mine.
"Nothing, I don't want to talk about it." I say a bit rudely.
"Please, tell me. Is there anything I can do?" Who does he think he is? This isn't your problem and I don't want it to be.
"No." I simply reply. He removes my hand from hiding my face, causing me to look at him with tear stained eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asks again. As I take a good look at him, I finally recognise him. It's Ayden Carson, from that one band. I heard a couple of my friends talk about them a few times, but never really paid any attention. I don't care much for bands like them. They were a little cute, but they were more 'adorable' cute than 'sexy' cute.
"Like I said, I don't want to talk about it." I say, harshly, jerking my hand away from him.
"Wait, don't I know you from somewhere?" he asks me. I was a bit confused by his question. How would the famous Ayden Carson know me?
"I don't think so." I say more as a question than a statement.
"You're Molly! Your pale, pink hair is easy to recognise." he exclaims.
"How do you know my name?" I asked. I was getting a little creeped out, just a little.
"I watch your videos on YouTube. You and Nathan are hilarious. The boys give me shit for watching them, but I like them." He simply explained. Wow. I never thought that someone famous would watch me and Nathan's videos.
"The boys?" I asked a bit confused.
"You don't know us? State of Fire?" that's what the name was; it was on the tip of my tongue.
"Sorry, I don't listen to you guys. I'm more of a electronic type of girl. I don't listen to pop, or whatever you guys are." I reply back to him. I'm starting to get a little annoyed by this guy's ego. I have to deal with this for the next six hours. Kill me now.
"Well that's a shame." He says as he pulls out his phone and sends a text to someone. I simply roll my eyes and look away. A couple minutes later, he starts talking again.
"Noah doesn't believe that I'm actually with you, can I get a picture with you?" he asks, a bit nicer. Do I have to? I think to myself.
"Sure." I say, emotionless and smile for his picture with me.
A couple hours go by and I start to get sleepy. I fall asleep without even knowing it.
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"Molly." I faintly hear someone whisper to me.
"Molly." There it is again.
"Molly." And again.
"What?" I finally say without opening my eyes from my nap. I realised that I was lying down.
"We're going to land in twenty minutes." The voice says. "Oh, and you might want to wake up." He says. I suddenly open my eyes to find that I was sleeping on Ayden's lap! Oh my god why. How long was I asleep? How long had I been sleeping on his lap? Did he not want me to sleep on his lap? My anxiety takes over.
"How long was I out?" I slowly ask as I get back up to a sitting position.
"About three and a half hours." Ayden simply replies without looking at me. He just stares out of the little airplane window.
"I'm sorry." I apologise.
"For what?" he looks at me.
"Sleeping on you."
"Don't worry, I was asleep also. We slept together." He smirks.
"What?!" I exclaim.
"Calm down." He laughs at me. "It was a joke." I roll my eyes and sit straight forward. "You don't take jokes very well." He points out.
"I don't take you very well." I spit back. I look over at him to find him smirking and almost laughing. I know he took that the wrong way. Boys and their dirty minds. "Stop that." I say.
"Stop what?" he says, still smirking. I sigh and try to ignore him for the last twenty minutes that I have to deal with him, then I never have to see him again.
Or so I thought.
