The Australian Adventures of Chloe and Caitlin

Chloe's P.O.V

I clutch Caitlin's hand in fright. Falling from great hights was something, - out of a plane was another.. Especially when you had a fear of heights.

I knew I shouldn't have taken those drugs from Zoey. 

Caitlin stares at our close body contact awkwardly, I release my hand immediately and leave hers hanging by her side.

Clearing my throat and smoothing out my shirt I picked up the pen which led to my destiny.

"If I die you better call the Winchester's to resurrect my unpure sole so I can destroy your Oreos and Cheesits." I threaten Kitty.

She squinted her eyes dangerously but said nothing.

We both scribbled our signature on the frail paper and head towards the planes.

I was surely going to die.

20 minutes later.

Chloe's P.O.V

I shook with fear as the rattling of the plane continued as we flew an increasing distance from the ground.

To say I was scared was an understatement.

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths as the supervisor harnessed my body to his - the parachute attached to his back.

"Okay, girls and Matt, we are acceding 250 000 feet. Prepare to fly."

Caitlin nodded calmly while I sobbed. My calm demeanour vanished as my anxiety grew. My hands became sweaty and clammy. My eyes watered and my body shook with nerves.

I grabbed one of the closest seats for support as I carefully positioned myself on the seat.

Caitlin stared at me, worried but carefully. She knew that one false move was going to set me off into a anxiety attack.

"ARE YOU READY GUYS?" Matt called as he clipped Caitlin to his harness.

"GET THE WINCHESTERS QUICK!! IT'S HAPPENING ALREADY!" I cry out, grabbing Caity's shoulders and shaking her violently. Matt pryed me off so I sulked in the corner.

Jeremy had opened the planes door and the wind whipped at my face violently  as it attempted to take me out of the plane to the hard earth below.

"Isn't this supposedly dangerous?" I cry out in fear. "Nope!" Matt smiled,

"As long as you're with us, you're fine!" Jeremy reassured.

I look to Caitlin to find a way out "See ya below!" She whooped as Matt and her flew carelessly out into the dangerous open.

"YOU BITCH" I wail in distress.

I then screamed in fright and anxiousness. Gripping the metal poll beside the door in safety, I kissed it lovingly as it continued to save my life.

Stroking the metal, I hugged it tightly as Jeremy tried to pry me off of it. Stubborn as I was I wouldn't allow him.

"FUCK OFF, I'M TRYING NOT TO DIE HERE." I cry out gripping the poll tighter.

I close my eyes and block everything out until I hear an 'oops'.

I look to where Jeremy was standing, beside my backpack and in his hands were my Tim Tams.

I eye him evilly as he inched closer to the door, throwing one Tim Tam out by another.

I cringed every time and I squinted my eyes shut. Whimpering at the thought of food going to waste.

Don't loose control and jump after your dead babies. I chant to myself.

Don't fall for it Chloe, don't.... don't.... no... don't.

I run towards him unsteadily and snatch the Tim Tams away from him, crawling back to my spot.

BUT NO, BENEDICT CUMBERPATCH HAD OTHER PLANS.

Instead Jeremy had bitten my hand and out flew my babies into the blue, cloudless air, soundless.

I almost jumped out after them. Almost.

Sadly, Jeremy had pushed my bum out of the plane after I finished beating him up and he sent me sailing through the lashing wind.

My limbs tried to scramble for any help.

"HELPPPP, IM GOING TO DIE BEFORE I RAPE HARRY STYLES!" I shout into the wind.

"WHATS THE POINT OF THE SONG 'FOREVER YOUNG'? I WAS GOING TO DIE YOUNG ANYWAY!"

"RED CUNT, ORANGE CUNT, YELLOW CUNT, GREEN CUNT, BLUE CUNT..." I memorized the rainbow of cunts with my eyes closed.

I pull out a piece of paper from my pocket and read.

"BEFORE I DIE I'D LIKE TO SAY A SPECIAL THANKS FOR MY PARENTS WHO CARED FOR ME UNTIL THEY DROPPED ME OFF AT A DOG SHELTER WHEN I WAS 5, THEN LEAVING ME AT A MENTAL INSTITUTION WHEN I WAS 13..

Oh, AND NO THANKS TO CAITLIN WHO PUT ME ON THIS DEATH TRAP. BUT I WILL MISS STEALING YOUR POPTARTS WHEN YOU CONQUER LORD OF THE RINGS." I say my final speech

WAITTT...  IN CARTOONS ISNT THERE A LEVER FOR THE PARACHUTE?

I pull at the bag and grab a handle and yank it. Instead of material flying to prevent my possible death, wine, first aid and a picture of Barak Obama flew out of the backpack.

I whine, and of course there is the one Wyle E. Coyote always pulled before he had brain damage.

I scramble for the other handle quickly before I came in contact with the hard green earth below me.

Clichè as it sounds, it came in time. But, as I landed, my feet tangled in the wire and ropes causing me to face plant and have a mouth full of grassy Tim Tams.

Mmmm, yum.

I wiggle out of my trap and stand proudly on two feet. I HAD CONQUERED THE BEAST!

My eyes widen and I smack my cheeks with my hands in amazement.

"I'M NO LONGER A SKY DIVING VIRGIN!" I sing happily.

Caitlin shakes her head humorously and whispers something to a beaten up Jeremy and cheerful Matt... whoops?