My Wolf-man

Chapter 18 ~ Lonely Wolf

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I heard a *ding* over my head and glanced at Aiden.

"It's the seatbelt sign. It means it's safe enough to get up and walk around," he explained.

Right. That made sense.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked him.

He pointed down the aisle towards the back of the plane. I got up, wobbling a bit making Aiden reach out and grab my waist so I wouldn't face plant.

"Thanks," I mumbled, my cheeks reddening by the second. I retreated quickly to the back of the plane and found a small cubicle that red 'laboratory'.

When I came back, Aiden was fiddling with his phone and had his lips pursed. It looked like he was playing a shooting game. I smiled, and sat down next to Lucy.

"Liking it so far?" she asked me.

"It's amazing!" I gushed. "I feel like I can just reach out and stuff my face full of clouds because they look that much like cotton candy."

She grinned at my resemblance, before rolling her eyes. "You're hand will go straight through them, you know. You won't get much of a full stomach."

"They look so different from up this high," I said, gazing out at the vast space of white fluffiness hovering in the air. She looked out too, catching on to how I could think that.

"Yeah," she finally responded.

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A little while into the flight I asked her what she meant when she said she flew like this all the time. She told me that when she goes on holidays, which was hardly ever now, she always goes on a private plane because her father doesn't like to travel with other people.

"Even first class isn't good enough for him," she snorted.

"So when was the last time you went away?" I asked her.

Her eyes glazed over in thought. "I think it was last summer break."

"Where'd you go?"

"Greece."

"Greece!" I shrieked.

"Yeah. Dad had a business conference, and he made us all come as well."

"I wouldn't turn down that offer, especially if you travel like this," I sighed, glancing around and the luxuries the plane provided.

"Yeah. I love it don't get me wrong, but when he makes us come with him he's already under a lot of stress and when he gets mad he gets..." she paused glancing at me. "Violent," she added.

I understood. Gramps was like that, not because he was stressed, but he still did it nonetheless.

I leaned over and gave her a hug. I knew it was a sensitive topic for her and she usually keeps her brick wall guarded around the topic, so I could tell she didn't really want to talk about it.

She returned my hug, burying her head into my shoulder.

I tied my hair up into a messy bun at the top of my head, tucking the loose strands behind my ears and curled my feet up in the chair.

"Tell me about all the places you've been," I asked her, and her eyes lit up with excitement. I've been her best friend for ever, and I always know what to say when she's down.

"Oh my gosh, okay," she started, bringing out a laugh from me.

"So the first time I went on a private plane, I nearly died. It was before we became best friends, so quite a few years ago. The plane was so beautiful, just like this one actually. Except it was bigger because we had to fit more people in. My family's a lot bigger so of course it had to be. My reaction was literally your reaction, but crazier obviously. We were travelling to Spain and we stopped off in Barcelona. I swear I'd never seen anything more beautiful than that country. Obviously Dad had to work and Mum always accompanies him, so my brother and I spent the day with our maid and a tour guide travelling around the city. We rode bikes next to the ocean and it was so pretty! The water was crystal blue, like crazy crystal blue. We visited the churches and went and got ice cream and it was the best day ever," she finished, throwing her arms up in the air for emphasis.