Flight 307 (Cameron Dallas fanfic)

Chapter one // flight 307

I am listening to music, and feeling very self conscious, why, you might ask, well there's an EXTREMELY hot guy next to me, and he may or may not stop looking at me, and making me blush while doing so. I HAVE TO SIT THROUGH 14 HOURS OF THIS. This is gonna be peachy, just FRICKEN peachy. "Excuse me sir, you need to put your phone away for a moment" the flight attendant said, making me hold in a laugh, I've been watching this guy play with snapchat filters, and he took the picture, of him with the dog filter, the VERY moment she said that, and his face was priceless. He smiled at her, "ok ma'am" he said, putting his phone in the pocket of his grey joggers. I watch as she walks away, and he rolls his eyes, "that's never happened before" he said to no one in particular, but for some reason I felt the need to answer, "only flight 307 huh" I said questionably, he smiled as I responded, "yep" he said popping the P. I thought the conversation was over, until he said, "you ever been on a plane before" causing me to turn back to him, "only once, I had to visit my aunt in Florida" I said, then felt it was only right for me to ask, "what about you" , he smirked, "all the time" he said, but a couple seconds after, his smile faded, but I brushed it off, "that's cool" I said smiling, causing him to smile too, "what's your name" he said with a nod. "Blair" I said smirking, his smile got bigger, "beautiful name" he said, and I was about to ask his name, "oh and I'm Cameron" he said smiling, I was about to just start a random conversation about something,  but some guy  from behind us leaned up, he had bright blue eyes, and he looked at me then at Cameron, then back at me, "I'm Nash" he said smiling, and Cameron swatted his hand away from his hair, making me laugh, "Calm your tits Cameron, I thought you had something in your hair" Nash said joking, making me laugh harder, and Cameron blush a little, "HAYES" Nash yelped,as he was jerked forward, we looked back to see a younger version of Nash, behind Nash, kicking Nash's seat, sticking his tongue out. A couple of other guys all laughed, and I realized they all seem to know each other, "how do you guys know each other" I asked Cameron as all the chaos is going on behind us, a big grin came over his face, "I guess you could call it work, it's this thing called Magcon" he said happily, "cool" I said, WHAT THE HECK IS MAGCON, before I could ask more questions, he was already turned around telling at Nash, and a dirty blonde haired boy in front of me, turned around, and held his hand out to me, "Mathew Espinosa" he said while shaking my hand "Blair Coulter" I said smiling, "The guys are crazy" he said smiling, then he looked down at his phone, and then looked back at me, "and we still have 8 hours left" he said laughing a little, making me laugh a little.
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We had 30 minutes until we landed, and I've bonded a lot with Mathew, Cameron, and Nash. We've been a little quieter, but we've managed to make the whole plane regret boarding this flight, we are way too loud, and have gotten many complaints, but it's been so fun. I was listening to Cameron's story about his sister Sierra, which he finished shortly after, then Mathew turned to me, "we should hangout sometime" be made the suggestions to both me and Cameron, and I nodded my head "for sure" , and Cameron took out his phone, "what's your number" , he said, I smiled, and told, both him, and Mathew my number, and they said they'd give it to the rest of the guys if it was okay, and I obviously said of course.
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I was walking to my cab, which was a couple feet away, sad that I didn't get to spend more time with the guys, though they said we'd definitely hang out soon. I reluctantly opened the cab door, and got in, and told the man my dads address. I rolled my eyes at the thought of my dad, I hate him. He left my mom and me, and didn't even bother to call, my little 13 year old self didn't need the burden of a depression bound mother, and the abandonment itself. But here I am, a strong 16 year old, that is still scared of leaving her mom. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as we pull up to an apartment building, and abruptly stop. "That'll be 50 dollars" I hear the cab driver say annoyed, I pull a fifty out of my purse, and put it in his hand, and get out of the car as quick as I can, not any faster does he disappear. I roll my eyes, and look at the spiffy apartment building, that will be my home for the next two years. This place can either be a really good place that I'll love, but another side of me tells me that I'll regret ever getting on Flight 307.