And Dreams Might Win

Chapter 4

At the door of my dearest friend who tolerated my weirdness since as long as I remember I was seen begging for her to accompany me to the trip I was to go to, the next day.

"Look, it's beautiful and reasonable. We all need a vacation sometimes, don't we? And this could be perfect for us to kind of reconnect " I ended with a pleading smile.

"Vacations are necessary but as I said a million times already, I cannot take my three month old son to a bloody vacation!" She was screaming again by the end of her sentence.

"Right. Well, you'll miss this wonderful recreation and relaxing vacation because you couldn't wait to get married and then you lacked the basic knowledge of using birth controls!" Now I was screaming by the end too.

"Relaxing and god damn recreating is not happening any time soon for me. Go live your life, I have to take care of the soul heir to our family, I mean who will get all this furniture and expensive perfumes-

"Okay, save your Gucci and Armani while I die in peace leaving nothing but rags and stories of my great adventures behind "

"Who will you leave it for? Unless you lose your virginity to a random native of the country you are traveling to and get pregnant, there is no one behind to inherit the rags and the so called stories which would mainly be about the deliciousness of whatever food they eat there."

"I am uh..speechless. I don't feel the family thing is for me you know? I mean I am only twenty seven; I haven't even lived my life properly. How can I raise another life ?And I am going to have a travel diary not a food diary for heaven's sake"

"Well, I am hoping you do it before your eggs freeze and all men are taken. Your travel diary is mainly going to contain food stories, I know." with a mischievous glint in her eyes she indicated to my lack of activity in the sphere of dating.

"buahh, stop talking please. Thank you so much for helping me." I bid my farewell sarcastically and received a roll of her green iris.

"Seriously though, do it alone, for yourself. Try to love your own company and you'll learn to love yourself better."

Meaningful smilings were exchanged between two age old friends.

"Bye, take care of your sole heir and yourself"

"My sole heir needs to be fed now, go away already!"

Laughing, I made my way towards my wheeled machine so I could start packing. I had to be prepared for a lone trip. Maybe, shopping for a pepper spray can would not be such a bad idea. Liking my own company? I think I already do. I am funny and I laugh at my own jokes and even though sometimes hurtful, my advice to myself is pretty good.

I am absolutely wonderful, aren't I?

Shoo away.

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"Welcome on board"

"Thank you, you too" I blabbered to a very pretty face.

Seriously?

It was a slip of tongue.

Settling my derriere on an economy seat, I instantly found myself more than relieved to find I had no co-passengers.

It was short lived. Very brief.

"C16..Uh yes" A man of thirty something wearing Bermuda shorts, a striped t-shirt clinging to his toned body towered over me with his private junk on my face, not literally obviously. He was just way too occupied with his excitement to notice my presence. Not that I resented it, he smelled brilliant.

Gendering behind, he called for his mate; another eye-candy for me. My not so high self-esteem however, was pushing me to busy myself by sending an unnecessary text to my parents indicating I was still breathing despite the attractive men asking me to move so they could sit right next to me.

"Lady? You still there?" Bermuda shorts was near my face vigorously shaking his large masculine hand in front of my eyes.

"Uh ..ye..yeah..yeah. I am sorry, let me just- In an attempt to stand up so as to let the two eye candies sit on their seats right next to me, I forgot how close Bermuda short was and hit his stubble chin with the top of my head.

"oomph"

"oof"

I was in the process of falling back on the seat when a pair of masculine hands caught me .

"You okay there?"

"Yes, sorry and thank you"

"No, I am sorry for startling you like that though I'll accept the Thank you." He laughed revealing a set of straight white teeth with the exception of one crooked. Guess, no one is perfect but even the memory of his charm could swoon me.

"Do you mind?" The other gentleman highly uninterested in the conversation made his way towards the window seat and flumped down.

"That's okay; I hope your chin's fine?" I smiled gazing at the pair of sterling gray eyes. His hands were still holding me as if he sensed my unsteadiness.

Realizing his hands were on me, he removed it hurriedly and I felt a sense of loss; the loss of heat and electricity flowing from him. Both of us finally settled down at our seats.

"Yea, is your head okay; things are doing well in there?" he asked me looking genuinely concerned.

"Yes, I think so. Except for the wild thoughts running through my brain and all that anxiety which leads to blabbering just how I am doing right now, but don't worry the anxiety is not because you are highly attractive, it's just I am travelling to an absolutely new place all by myself so I can write a best-selling novel because I left my job for doing that and I have never decided to fall face flat on the ground before and I should stop now, right." I forced a smile trying to act as normal as possible so he doesn't possibly send me for medical checkup.

He managed to smile and started going through the safety on board instructions. Not sure about the plane crashing but I had definitely crashed my integrity. How much had I hoped that I would behave normally but it just spills over? When will I understand that people won't understand the rushing of my words, the anxiety, and the weirdness oozing out of me? Just when I thought someone would like me, I destroyed the chances within a few short seconds. But if he can't like me as the whole package that I am, then can I expect 'us' going anywhere in the future?

People need time to let your weirdness sink in. They learn to accept slowly not when your flooding thoughts take the form of words that you verbally push out of your mouth and on their baffled faces. You barely met , stop referring to both of you as 'us'

I guess you are right-

"Hi, sorry, we couldn't get on introductions earlier. I am Wyatt Clifton." The eye-candy with the sexy beard and alluring heavy lidded eyes spoke in an amused American accent. His face looked chiseled with prominent cheekbones, luscious full lips peeking under his beard mustache and his naturally chestnut brown hair neatly trimmed was making my fingers itch to run my hands through those soft strands and push behind the ones covering his forehead.

"I am Vera Henderson" I smiled charmingly, at least that's what I think.

"Pleasure to have met you. It'll be a wonderful flight, right Filip?" I didn't fail to notice his dancing eyes.

I could only smile and so seemed the case with Bermud- Filip. I should've put the pepper spray in my handbag. Not that he gave me an uneasy feeling rather a mischievous one but I wasn't the type to trust so easily.

I don't know about wonderful, but the four hour and something flight would sure seem long sitting with two beautifully crafted men.