I stepped onto the plane and stood still for a moment. I stared straight ahead and blinked. The horror of what I was doing occurred to me and I wanted to turn around and run off the plane to Oklahoma. It was hot and I felt the warm Ohio breeze blowing through the sides of the boarding dock. I loved the way that the breeze was light but warm and the smell of the cool leather blowing with it. I thought about how my friends were here and thought maybe I should stay.
It was a long time ago and I was young and naive then. He didn't care about me when I left two years ago and he wouldn't even remember me now. But boy did I care about him and I remember him. I remember how his long blonde hair fell over his forehead and how it almost was in his eyes all the time, but wasn't. His eyes. Best quality about him. His eyes are the most beautiful blue I've ever seen. And I've been a lot of places. How his eyes carve into your soul and dig your deepest secrets out. And his smile is that sexy smile guys give when you do something stupid, but his teeth are straight and snow-white. His build is almost as perfect as his eyes. It's not muscular like guys who I used to be into, but he's toned. He wears tight black t-shirts or band shirts all covered by a black hoodie and to top it off, he would wear the same black vans everyday. My God did I remember him.
But it's not like he remembers me. I shook my head as the flight attendant placed her hand on my back and guided me forward. I found my seat, 12B, put my bag in the overhead bin, and sat down. The aisle seat was empty and I smiled.
"Wonderful." I sighed and leaned back. Then a guy, about my age, speed-walked down the aisle. I closed my eyes, PRAYING he wouldn't stop next to me. When I opened my eyes, my eyes were surprised to see a dark green polo meeting my gaze. I groaned.
"Oh. Hi! I'm Jase." He said as he sat down next to me. I took a glance at him and chuckled. He had a dark green t-shirt on, the one I had been close enough to before the owner said anything, and a pair of khaki shorts. His Sperrys surrounding his Nike socks and, yes, he had that hairstyle. The one where it's shaved at the sides and flipped to the side. He looked at me with bright green eyes framed by long, dark lashes. "What?"
"Nothing. I didn't say anything." Looking down, I tried to find my phone to distract myself. He touched my arm and turned my body.
"Why did you laugh?" His gaze confused, but enticing. I didn't plan on saying "I was laughing at you because you look like a fuckboi and a pretty common one at that." No. Not going to make my seating partner mad by being mean. But I smiled.
"Really. It is nothing. You just look familiar. I'm Kandi. You surprised me that's all. I though I got to sit alone for the next few hours." I glanced down and saw that my cord to my headphones was tangled in something at the bottom of my bag. I bent down and tried pulling it out and when that didn't work, I made the decision that I had to hunt for it. Following the cord, I pulled my headphones free from their prison.
"Impressive. I can't untangle shoelaces from each other in the closet." He laughed. His laugh was smooth and it flowed like honey.
I laughed too. "How the hell does that even happen?" I said that because when I put my shoes in the closet, I tie the laces together and place them on top of each other.
"It just does. Are you judging me?" He flashed a smile and I saw that his teeth were kind of crooked and I giggled.
"Of course not! I would never!" He laughed and clicked the buckle.
The flight attendant did her show at the front and Jase made me almost laugh by mimicking her and when she finished, I died. I put my earbuds in and let Bruno Mars help me think.
