Until the Sky Falls

"So, tell me that I'm wrong..."

"So tell me that I'm wrong

Tell me that there's a consequence

Or do you still remember me alive

Beating like a drum..."

Tuesday September 11th, 2007

International Airport

3:30 PM

Pierre

Well, here I am.  Bags packed.  Ready to go.  Pat needn't have worried about me not showing.  I was actually the first one to arrive at the airport.  An hour before everyone else.  It's kind of quiet here, guess that's because not a lot of people fly out of here on a Tuesday evening.  We've got a couple of hours to kill before the flight, so the other guys scattered leaving me to watch all the cabin baggage. 

Thanks...I really fucking appreciate that...Note the sarcasm...anyway, I think at least the flight will be all right.  I have a seat by myself away from the others.  Guess who made sure of that?  And, no, it wasn't Pat.  Which I would have suspected.  Chuck is really still...upset about all of this.  But, hey...whatever.  I'm not going to let that ruin the trip. 

At least David's started talking to me again.  It took him a few days.  Well, okay, more than a few...he only stopped being totally pissed off at me two days ago.  But, he's more relaxed about everything, and it's almost gone back to the way it was before -- almost.  He's able to joke around and play pranks on me now -- hah.  It's still sort of strained, but then again I'm not expecting him to suddenly like me again.  After all, I haven't changed my plans.  And just so you know, I'm not going to alter them either.  So, if you're mad at me, then you might as well stay that way. Okay?  Great...not that I'd endorse the notion.

Ugh...I'm talking to people who don't exist...I must be mad.  Rochelle didn't come to see us off.  But that doesn't matter; we had some nice goodbye sex this morning when we woke up.  Mmmm, she's so fucking sexy...

"Hey, Bouvier! You hot?" David.  Before I could respond, I felt something very cold, and very wet, dropping down the back of my neck.  Then a loud high-pitched squeal of laughter echoed around me.  I grimaced and twisted to pat my hand at the back of my neck. 

David plopped down next to me.  "Hey there," he grinned innocently at me.  I smirked.

"Sure, pretend like you didn't just drop an ice cube down my shirt."

David chuckled.  "You were sweating like a pig."

"Smell like one too, I bet." I clasped my hands at the back of my head, pushing my cap forward a little.  The peak shadowing my face.  He let out another peal of laughter.  Curling my lip I looked away from him to where the others had just sat, avoiding me at all I costs, I guess.  Don't blame them really.  Just glad that David's still the jokester he always is.  He never lets anything get him down for too long. 

"Yeah, you sure do." David bounced then clapped a hand to my shoulder.  "Pumped for tour?"

I shrugged.  "Sure.  It's always good to get back on the road..."

"Except we're not on the road...we're gonna be on a plane...in the air...don't you know that?" He giggled.  I kid you not, David giggles like a little girl.  It's cute, on him.  It's just David all over.  I smiled broadly.

"Yeh, I didn't know that.  Thanks for clearing that up."

He pursed his lips.  "Guess this trip's...gonna be different for you, eh?"