Flight Buddies **ON HOLD**

Chapter: 1

Chapter 1: Mr. Asshole

I was running for my life down the terminal to get to my flight. I knew I was already late for boarding. Hell, I was more than late, I'd be lucky if the plane was even still there. The strap to my tank top continues to slip down, and I'm at the point where I just want to rip the damn thing off and run around free willy. My flip flops slapped against the concrete flooring of the terminal, and I almost cried out in happiness when I saw my gate number at the end of it.

Gate 36C

I huffed out a breath when I approached the lady at the ticket counter and slapped down my plane ticket that showed I had a seat on the plane to Hawaii from San Diego. I was going on a trip where a group of people all travel together to different parts of the world, experiencing and learning about all the different cultures and ways of living among different places. Yeah, this whole 'trip package' costed a shit ton of money, but I decided it was worth it, considering my life was in the dumps anyways. I honestly had no idea what I was doing with my life, even after graduating from college with a bachelors degree in anthropology. And yet, I was working in a stupid grocery store because the world of anthropology is so competitive. So, I figured, why not travel the world and find out who I truly am, with a bunch of open minded, awesome people who feel the same way.

The worker scanned my ticket and handed it back to me, a slight frown etched onto her overly made-up face. Her makeup was coated on so heavily, it looked as if she just dumped a whole bottle of foundation on her face. And her eyeliner, don't even get me started on that. Winged eyeliner is supposed to be on fleek, not where it looks like a little baby drew on her eyelids.

And yes, I do know that the actually saying is 'eyebrows on fleek,' but I felt like saying eyeliner.

"You are severely late, Ms. Wells, we were just about to close the gates."

"It's just as well you didn't then, eh?"

I smiled crookedly at her, in which she plastered a fake one back at me. I internally rolled my eyes and thanked her, and began rolling my way down the little portal that would take me to my plane. I know i didn't have to be so rude to her, so I kind of felt bad, but she didn't need to point out that I was really late. I already knew I was late. I began feeling all jittery on the inside, excited for my world trip that was about to actually happen. I have always had a deep desire to travel, wanderlust as the dictionary would refer to it. As I neared the end on the portal, I saw the door to the plane, and smiled softly at the content I felt from just looking at it.

I stepped onto the plane and awkwardly made my way down the small aisle until I got to my row. Pretty sure I hit at least seven people, but hey, it's not my fault the aisle was so damn small. I reached up and shoved my carry on case in the overhead compartment and blew a piece of my hair out of my face that had fallen out of it's braid. Looking at the two seats before me, I frowned. I was supposed to sit next to the window seat, but a man was already seated there, looking out the window. I wanted to groan out loud, but I didn't, and I also decided not to ask him to move because it was already my fault the plane was running late, and I didn't want to be too much of a hassle. So, I took a seat in the aisle seat, next to the guy who still hadn't noticed me, and I buckled my seatbelt. I loved the window seat, because I loved being able to look out and see how high above the clouds we were.

It's my favorite part about flying on an airplane.

Jesus, does this guy smell amazing or what? His cologne was filling my nose with heavenly smells, and I think I had almost reached bliss, when he finally decided to acknowledge me. The mans face turned, and my breathing automatically hitched, completely forgetting about how good he smelled. As my gaze landed on his face, I think if I was standing up, I probably would have had a heart attack and died by the time I fell to the ground.