The 80s

Mile High Club

"That's bullshit" I laughed and rolled my eyes at him. He placed his hand over his chest, mocking me obviously and scoffed in disgust. I rolled my eyes once again to dismiss him and placed my ace of spades to where I could start a new pile.

Prince, Jerome, and I were on Prince's private jet on the way to Nice for filming. It's Prince and Jerome on one side and i'm sitting in front of them on the other side of the table. I had solitare set up and I was minding my own business until I overheard Prince telling the story of how we met, wrongly might I add.

"What are you callin' me a liar?" Prince twisted his face at me.

"Well she ain't callin' you a truther." Jerome told him and dug his fingers into the arms of the seat. As funny and outgoing as Jerome was he wasn't fucking with planes. He was deathly terrified.

"I did not faint when I first saw you." My jaw dropped. "Boy our meeting happened faster than a knife fight in a phone booth."

"Huh?" He furrowed his brows in confusions. "You southern women confuse me."

"God took his time when he made a Southern woman yes he did." I nodded. "We're a special breed of women."

He laughing tapping Jerome on the arm. "They all come with a big juicy peach that's why."

"Oh. My God" I laughed and placed the card deck down.

"That backside is juicy." Jerome nodded in agreement.

"I'm done." I dropped the card deck and grabbed a magazine off the table in front of me and held it up, so that it was blocking my view of Prince. "Jerome don't be like him. He's a bad influence."

"Oh you just gon' turn my boy against me."

"Hell yeah." I nodded, waving the magazine at him threateningly.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me off you want too..."

"That's dog." Prince chuckled.

"Arf arf nigga arf arf." I unrolled my magazine and settled into my seat. Oh would you look at Janet. Pretty girl, she's wearing a little too much foundation in this picture. That is not her shade, she needs to go a shade or seven darker.

Everything got quiet between us and the only thing that was audible was Jerome's heavy breathing. I looked up from my magazine and me and Prince locked eyes. Both of our eyebrows furrowed and confused looks perched on our faces. Then Jerome's breathing turned to wheezing. He mouthed "I got it" and turned his attention to Jerome.

"Rome.......Rome.....Rome!!"

"WHAT PRINCE WHAT!!" Prince threw his hands up in defense.

"Aye aye...you aight?"

"Nothing we're just really high up in there air and that means it's a really long fall. An-an-and that fall is gon' hurt. Hurt like a bitch and I-I had a dream last night and.." He whispered, loudly might I say, to Prince. "She was in it. The plane crashed! ITS A SIGN-"

"'Rome I think you should just calm down an-"

"NO!! I think you tell that man that he needs to land this plane right now.. I'll drive to France."

"What's with you an my mom thinkin' y'all can drive over the ocean?" I laughed at my own joke. Prince turned and looked at me once again confused.

I shrugged. "I thought it was funny."

Prince rolled his eyes and turned back to Jerome. Prince started laughing but he stopped when he noticed Jerome wasn't kidding. "Jerome I didn't know you were afraid of planes." he squinted.