Airplanes

Chapter 1- Clutz In The Sky...

Elouise ^^

Prior to the rest of the story (flashback)

Elouise's POV

I was tired. Very tired.

My eyelids were getting heavier by the second- sleep threatening to take over my already feeble body. I kept mumbling the same words over and over, as if it would magically bring me out of this trance-like predicament, "Just a few more steps and we'll be on the plane... Just a few more..." It didn't work...at all.

The sweet sensation of slumber slowly took over my system as I-
"OUCH! That freaking hurts Will!" That devil child of a brother had the audacity to pinch me in the arm.

I swear sometimes I wonder why mom and dad went for another child anyway, I'm sure I wasn't a joy to deal with when I was younger. My brother, William, was 12 and I was 16, making me the target of all his taunting (and the subject of flirting from all his ridiculous, pre-teen, hormonal friends).

From all the movies I'd seen, siblings were supposed to fight but they always proved their love for each other through a series of farfetched problems and life threatening issues. I guess when my mum first told me I was getting a baby brother, the idea of having a movie-like life seemed appealing. It's not so nice anymore.

"We're about to go to board the plane dip-shit."
"Oh how happy you make me," I drawled out after him.

"William. I swear to God, if I hear on bad word come out of your mouth again I will send you to boarding school." Mom hissed with one clean, sharp eyebrow raised higher than the other, whilst dad started to snigger through his sluggish circumstance.

That was mom for you, she was always scarier parent. Dad on the other hand, he was the sweetest man I'd ever known. And he always had this look when mum was around, like a combination of love-struck and awe. And mum's eyes always softened when they got caught in his. Will and I would always feel obliged to look away, because it felt as if we were intruding in on something special. I'd never seen anything like it.

But that's just it, I've never seen such a relationship, so full of passion and tenderness, a flame constantly lit between the two, other than the stories mom told me when growing up. Finding a Prince Charming that will be by me forever, till death do us part. In the real world, you're used, loved for a while and then given away-like a toy. You're shared, you give yourself entirely to someone you trust, and then soon enough you're told that they never loved you. They didn't value that trust you'd built with them. In fairytales, there were never divorces, or cheating, or anything in the real world. I didn't want to fall in love, if I was just going to fall out of it again.

Dragging our suitcases through the airport, we made our way to the gate. I genuinely didn't care about anything, I was so tired. Everyone else probably was too but I guess I loved to complain.

My head was pounding, a distinct sharp pain pulsating in my temple, making me whine and moan with discomfort. This always happened when I was sleep-deprived. I needed my sleep, it was essential for me if I wanted to go through the day without killing someone.

I slogged through the airport, barely holding on to the handle of my luggage. Minutes passed of us just standing in a very slow queue to actually get on the damn plane. If I didn't sit down and sleep in a few minutes, I was ready to die. The more time it took for me to get on the plane, the pricier the bags underneath my eyes became. I didn't need that, I was already plane-jane looking enough.

Actually on the contrary, I was always told that I was fortunate to look the way I did, but I could never accept it, I could never quite understand why the physical appearance of someone mattered so heavily in life. But the quicker I realise that's just how it is and that's how we've been coaxed to perceive people, the better it would be for me.

Soon enough it was our turn to board the plane. As we were searching for our seats (by 'we' I mean everyone besides myself), I was engrossed in the sweet quietness throughout the vessel, only the soft stirring of the engine, making me for some reason... relax.

Before long, we found our row of seats. It seams like my dad and my brother have to sit on the column of seats beside the window and mom and I have to sit in the middle column of seats, why? Couldn't they have booked all the seats in a middle section row? Whatever, I just wanted to sleep- at least we weren't completely separated and I still had mom with me. Mom, obviously understanding me very well took my bags and dealt with putting them away, telling me to take my seat as she did so. I sat down and started to buckle myself up incase I fell asleep before the plane took off.

My eyes were starting to flutter shut, my consciousness ebbing by the second, free falling into a tranquility that was indescribable. Just before my mind went completely blank I noticed someone sitting in the seat beside me... I couldn't quite grasp the person's features or anything about them because I had begun to succumb to the darkness.

As I did so, I felt my head fall onto a support of some sort, perhaps a shoulder, whilst another head limply rested on my head, probably sleeping too. A jumble of heads holding each other up as they both lay asleep.
The person  smelt nice- whoever they were... Sweet, like citrus and musk...

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Hi! This is the first chapter of 'Airplanes' which is my first ever book on Wattpad. The story might suck but, whatever happens happens. I really hope you enjoy it, please leave comments about your thoughts (if it's negative I really think it should stay in your mouth/mind because it's not nice to corrupt and pollute) and vote... Ooh by the way, the little bible sized paragraph about love is very very relevant to the entire story, I promise.

Love Chance xxx