Spin The Bottle In The Bedroom (On Hold)

4: Big Airplane

When I reached the airport, Mom was waiting for me, just as she said she was. I had my duffle bag in tow, and the darkest shades I owned over my eyes.

"Noah, you're late." She nagged as soon as I reached her, and I rolled my eyes, running my fingers through my dark, semi long hair.

"Yeah, and I'm also hungover." I stated with a grin, causing her to glare at me. "Good morning to you too, Mother." I kissed her cheek, glancing over at Jake. "What are you doing here?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"Just coming to see my little brother off." He leaned on window that displays the plane that I was supposed to board in ten more minutes.

I sat the bag down, then folded my arms across my chest. "Can I come back when I get bored?" I asked, forcing Jake to laugh.

"No, Noah. Not this time. This isn't like that time and money you made me waste sending you to a summer camp."

"Hey Mom," I started, staring at the big airplane. "I know what I wanna do now."

"Want to," Jake corrected, and I glared at him through my glasses.

"I'm not in the mood, Jake." He grinned sarcastically, pulling out some Trident gum, and popping it into his mouth. "I'm really not in the mood."

"What's that, sweetheart?" Mom asked, ignoring our bickering.

"I wanna be a pirate. Can I stay now?"

"Don't you mean pilot?" Jake asked, raising a brow in confusion.

"No, Jake. Pirate. I'm not an idiot. I know the difference between the two." I made a face at him, then looked back at her.

"No," she said sternly, and the warning for take off was announced. "Now listen. Leonardo is going to pick you up at the airport, so don't be late, he's a busy man."

"Mom," I started, getting irritated at the mention of his name. "How am I going to be late? I'm not steering the plane."

"Ugh, Noah, you know what I mean."

"No, Mom. I don't know what you mean."

"She means, when you land, move your ass off that plane very quickly, so he can get back to work." He then began to laugh, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I am so glad you think this shit is funny, and you having a good time," I spat through gritted teeth, which made him laugh even more.

"Boys! It's time to go," She started, picking up my bag and handing it to me. "I love you, baby. Call me whenever you can okay?" She smiled, kissing me, and giving me a tight hug.

Jake was standing behind her, rolling up the the sleeves of his white, button up shirt. I blinked at him, and he handed me a piece of gum. "Wh...?" I trailed off, taking it, then watched as he pounded his fist to his chest twice, then held up the peace sign.

"Stay real," he said, then proceeded to chew his gum.

I eyed him for a minute, then shook my head in amusement. "Goodbye, Jake. I think I'll miss you least of all."

He just laughs, and then take the sunglasses that he hand folded down the middle if his shirt, and put them on. "Emmalee says she loves you," he says I begin to walk away.

"Yeah, yeah. Bye guys."

I made my way to my seat without a single problem. If someone was sitting in the two empty seats beside me they hadn't arrived yet.

Since I had the window seat, I took the liberty of lifting the little seal and smiled. I haven't been on a plane since I was eight. Jake and I were visiting our grandparents in Maine. We never went back, or had any reason to board a plane again. This would make the second time in my life.

I plugged in my iPod, not even bothering to save it for take off. Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs continued to play from where I left off last.

Miranda and I broke up this morning. Though I doubt that what we were, was together. But whatever we were that required her to occupy my apartment when I was gone, isn't exactly scientifically correct anymore.

I was halfway through my song, and watching the bags getting loaded through the window, when I suddenly felt the stare of someone.

I looked the left of me and saw short strawberry blonde smiling at me while she put her carry on into the little shaft holding. I was considering just turning back around to watch them finish, but she was talking to me; which, by the way, I hate.

When I'm listening to headphones, it's not because I want to continuously take out a bud and talk, or rewind the parts of songs that your mouth made me miss. But since she was a stranger, and rather cute I made an exception.

I pulled out an ear bud, then raised a brow. "I'm sorry, what'd you say?" I asked, and she laughed her blond girl laugh.

"I said, it's not very good to bite your nails." She flashed her pearly white teeth, then took her seat at the edge of the row.

I hadn't even realized that I was biting my nails before, sometimes I do it absentmindedly which is weird considering the fact that I used to tell Emma the same thing when we were younger.

"Yeah," was all I said, and she pushed her blond hair behind her ear.

"I'm Eliza," she stated. "You know, like Elizabeth, but without the 'beth'." I half smiled at her, gazing at how her jawline was so high and defined. I didn't even know you could notice those kinds of things about people.

"I'm Noah," I managed to say, turning my iPod back off, because this girl had suddenly become more interesting than my music.

The flight attendant came by, telling us to get ready for take off, and a crappy video begun to play about how to wear the masks. I wasn't looking, but Eliza seemed to be intrigued by it. Kinda like I was when I was little, and I idly wondered if this was her first time on a plane.

When we were taking off, she held my wrist. I don't think she noticed though, not that I minded. Once the flight was in bay, and I realized had an hour and fifteen long minutes ahead of me, I was just going to take a Tylenol for my aching head, and sleep.

"Why are you going to New York?" Eliza asked while pulling out her laptop and I sighed, pulling out my carry-on.

"I'm uh... I'm getting a job. What about you?" I asked, taking two pills with no water, and she looked at me as if I had grown three extra heads.

"How... why... did you do that?" She gasped, and I shrugged, waving her off. "Um..." She trailed off, turning on her ASUS. "I want to be a model. My sister said that I could stay with her for a while and give the whole thing a shot." I nodded, then plugged my headphones back in, and watched as she did the same with her computer. "Beats sitting around here all day," she mumbled, before turning on her iTunes music.

I guess she was right, I thought, turning my iPod back on. Bon Iver's Skinny Love beginning to play. Going to New York can't be that bad. I always used to think: "I should work, or meet friends, or make something out of my life. But, instead, I'm lying here, doing nothing."

We often get so lazy, and lethargic that we forget'; We could be out, doing something - ANYTHING. There is so much out there we could be seeing, allowing our minds to grow, and instead wasting another day waiting to die. I don't think that's the point of life. Living to die. There's a whole world out there, and we should see it.