1984 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

To America.

October half term soon came around, and it was the week where David, the boys and I jetted off to New York.

We all sat ready for take off, waitresses handed David and I champagne whereas all three boys got orange juice.

"When was the last time you came to America?" David asks taking a sip of his bubbles.

"10 years ago." I sharply say.

"Really? You haven't been back?"

"Haven't had the time really." I sigh. "I shouldn't even drink this." I say looking at the golden champagne swirling in the little glass I was given.

"One sip couldn't harm." David winks.

"You'd be surprised." I roll my eyes and look over my shoulder to the boys.

Zowie was teaching the other two how to play cards, Ziggy seemed more interested then Tommy who, already, looked defeated. The cards spread across the table, splashes of red and black flick pasted my eyes then I'm distracted by David.

"Are you sure you should be flying?" David asks worriedly.

"David, I'm sure I'll be fine." I smile and settle down in the luxury seat.

My eyes start to flutter close, I could feel myself falling asleep already!

"Wake me when we're there." I say sleepily.

***

David had no need to wake me, I woke up every few minutes. The jet engines were a constant hum in my ears, and although the seats were incredibly soft and comfortable, I couldn't find a suitable place to sleep.

"Can't sleep?" David mutters and I hear a rustling notice.

Keeping my eyes tightly shut I just huff a simple "No.".

"Well, why don't you join the boys? I think they're still playing cards, Tommy has become a rather good little player now." David admits, and another rustle sound shakes.

"My Tommy? Major Tom who stropped about not understanding cards?" I ask starting to open my eyes.

"Yes." David replies and the rustle continues.

Annoyed by the noise, I turn over in my seat to see David reading the newspaper.

"Could you read that a little quieter please?" I grumble at him.

"I didn't know my thoughts were so loud my little Rebel." David flashes a smirk at me, then his eyes flick back towards the black words on the crinkled greyed paper.

"I wish I could read your thoughts." I puff. "No. I meant, you with the paper! You can't keep it still! Why are you even reading it? We're not even in the UK anymore yet you're still reading the news?" I bark.

"Just updating on our news my darling." David replies calmly, not reacting to my snappiness.

"More like reading about yourself."

"Actually, I haven't been in the news lately."

"That's a shock."

"Yes, it is actually... But I'm never complaining. It's been a rather nice year for me, I've had barely any photographers or interviewers near me... It's quite wonderful really!" David says appreciatively.

"You've jinxed it now." I roll my eyes.

"What do you mean, my darling?" David talks sweetly to me, even when I'm in a horrid and grouchy mood.

"We're going to America, someone is bound to spot you! Besides, where are we staying? Surely we can't stay at your flat isn't Angie still living-"

"No. I kicked her out." David replies sharply.

Clearly still a sore topic to talk about...

"No wonder she came running back for more money..." I spit under my breath angrily.

I peel the fluffed blanket away from my heated body and feel that my cheeks are flushed with redness. I stand up and wobble on my legs, as if I were a new born deer. I stagger towards the toilet to freshen up, once there I look in the mirror to see the damage this airplane had caused me. Hair at oddly shaped angles, make up smudged and sleep stick deep into the side of my eyes. I looked a mess.

Once looking acceptable again, I leave the toilet and look at the table that had cards dotted across it still. Intrigued, I ask Zowie to slide across so I can take part in this game.

"What are we playing?" I say rubbing my hands greedily at the thought of thrashing my boys at a game of cards.

"Poker." Ziggy says holding his cards close to his chest.

"Poker?" I question. "I'm amazed you-"

"-know how to play?" Zowie finishes my sentence. "Yeah. Dad taught me how to play a few years back." Zowie says cooly as he deals the cards out.

I look up and see David's already smirking back at me, he winks at me and goes back to his British newspaper.

The cards were dealt out by the time I look back at the table, Ziggy looking intensely at his cards, Zowie smirks, and Tommy has a puzzled face - clearly worried he might lose his winning streak. My own cards weren't the greatest either, I'd have to play it cool... I was their mother after all, and if I lost I'd never hear the end of it! It was 3 against 1, only one of my boys had to win to make me the biggest loser ever.

The game went on for some time, however time flied, and by the time Zowie called a win, David tells us to take our seats and buckle up.

Out the window, buildings rolled past us, bright blue swimming pools filled our eyes from below and soon objects began to become a lot clearer. Windows began to become visible, and even people. New York was just as busy as I remember - in fact, busier! I missed the highly compact pavements and the American accents. From not far, a stretch of black tarmac comes into view, then the jet takes a right so it becomes out of sight again. Another noise suggests the wheels are down and the ground hurdles towards us rapidly. The excitement chills my bones and my legs begin to shake from the thrill - landing and take offs were always my favourite. Once touched down, the boys cheer and I flash them a smile.

"Welcome to America boys." I happily call to them and they're almost jumping out of their seats.

"David?" I say. "Tell me something."

He smiles and puts his arm around me, kisses my head and whispers the words: "I'm starring in a new film."