Falling For The Brit

Chapter 19: Trust

Chapter 19: Trust

 

Via's POV

"Iberia's flight 139, exiting LAX to MAD is ready for an immediate departure. However prior to any aircraft movement, all passengers must be seated with seat belts fastened, all carry-on items stowed, and all cellular telephones must be turned to the off position and stowed properly as well. Thank you."

As soon as I heard that, I shifted as comfortably as possible beside Dustin. It was going to be a long flight.

Well, at least long for me. I'm not much of a fan of jetlag, so I wanted to be as at ease while we flew to Spain as possible to avoid it.

"Loving the feel of my buff shoulder, aren't we?" Dustin smirked off as he said that.

"Hm... yeah, sure, whatever." I said, as I snuggled even more on his shoulder.

"Awww, you're so cute you piece of sh*t." Dust cooed, pinching my cold, numb cheeks.

"L-let go of m-me you mo-fo." I murmured while biting his hand as hard as I could. After making him stop, I eventually went back onto resting my head on his shoulder and muttering a, "I love you more, you piece of sh*t."

And this was perhaps the kind of brotherly love I was used to.

"Keep it down, both of you pieces of sh*t heads." Austin suddenly joined the conversation we had, and because he scolded us out loud on the plain, everyone flashed as dirty looks.

'Gee thanks, Aussie you piece of sh*t'

And the best part was as if we read each others' minds when Dust and I shot back, "Thank you, we love you too, you piece of sh*t," at the exact same time. Mind blowing!

After giving Dust a high-five, I rested back my head and reclined my position a little bit more.

"Is everyone ready?" My mom called from the seat adjacent mine. I nodded in response while both of my brothers did, too.

"Good. Be ready for a change in time zone, guys." Those were my mom's last words before the plane departed and she shut her eyes.

Apparently, the flight we booked to Spain was a night flight. We would probably arrive there by night or late afternoon too. Complicated time zone shiz only geographers understand.

I was just chilling in my seat. Obviously the plane had Wi-Fi, because if not, oh God, you wouldn't hear the end of it.

Logging on to my facebook, I made a quick status so anytime I'd accidentally (or not accidentally) fall asleep, my friends would know why I'm not replying.

STATUS: Off to Madrid guys, I miss California already ): stay safe, enjoy the break. Bye.

I then checked my notifications to see my status already had 56 likes in just the least bit of seconds. Not to brag, but I got used to that already ever since I became Cheer Captain and won sectionals. But, I disregarded that and realized most of my notifications weren't important.

If they weren't invitations for games or whatnot, they were likes on my feed.

Moving on to friend requests, I couldn't quite receive any of them because of friend limit, so that was quite a timesaver.

Then onto messages, I just received one from a familiar Brit.

Cameron messaged you.

'Every time I see that pop up, I reminisce a part of how Cameron first met in the cafeteria and how he messaged me later that night. Little did I know our friendship would blossom into a deep and strong bond.'