survivors ↠ e.d.

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I wrote this story a very long time ago, when I had absolutely no experience in writing and what so ever, so this story iS BORING AND TRASHY AS FUCK. I'm sorry for your eyeballs, again, this was written over a year ago and I do not have the motivation to edit or change it so deal with it lmfao 😂 hope you enjoy it nonetheless xo

October 14th 2016.
I finally leave everything behind me.
I leave the past and the negativity... For those who don't know me, I'm Nessa, a 17 years old girl that is a bit too pale for the population's taste. I don't have any shapes either. Who gives a fuck anyways... I come from a very rich family, a well-known one. Despite their richness they never valued love and friendship. Especially when it comes to me. I was not allowed to see who I wanted to. I could only hang out with the rich and important ones. The rest were trash. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm leaving Santiago. For good.

About half an hour prior to takeoff, I hear the gate attendant screaming in the intercom "Flight #206, Sao Paulo, Brazil, boarding now". Here we go. My new life awaits. I glance one last time behind me, to see if there is someone trying to retain me from leaving. Of course nobody's there. I grab my suitcase and walk towards the jet bridge. I sit at the back of the plane, where my ticket says I'm supposed to sit. There's a baby crying. Why is there always a baby crying...

I feel a presence sitting next to me. From the corner of my eye I see two teenagers taking place in the seats beside mine. I turn my head to take a closer look at them. They're very attractive. Both in hoodies and Huaraches. One has longer hair, the other one seems taller and more built. They have jawlines craved by god itself and their voices are fucking deep and husky.

I find myself staring.

"Hi." a voice brings me out of my thoughts. My eyes move up to his gaze. I'm captivated.

"I'm Grayson, nice to meet you." he brings his hand in front of me, ready to do a handshake. I hesitantly bring my hand out of my sweater's kangaroo pocket to shake his hand. "Nessa." I reply, a bit embarrassed.
"That's a beautiful name. Diminutive of what?"
"Vanessa. Vanessa Sterling."
I see another hand coming my way, coming from behind Grayson. I hear a little voice in the background. "Ethan."
the other boy adds. He was on his phone, completely unaffected by the fact that he was being a complete impolite jerk. Grayson hit him in the ribs with his elbow, as if he was saying dude, what about you actually care for once? Ethan turns his head and gives me a quick smile, that fades as fast as it appeared, bringing his hand that was waiting for the handshake back on the side of his phone. I look at my feet. I feel Grayson's face coming closer. "Don't worry, he's always like that." he whispers in my ear. The fact that I have a messy bun and my neck is completely exposed to a sex god is somewhat making me uncomfortable. Uncomfortably turned on. I look away, trying to hide my red cheeks.
"Do you travel a lot?" he continues to make conversation.
"It's my first time actually..." I reply nervously, staring outside my porthole. The clouds are a dark grey color and I can tell that there's a storm coming.

I'm terrified of planes. That's why I never travel. I'm scared of plane crashes, of terrorists, of thunder... of everything...

I feel his gaze on me so I turn around. We just sit there, staring at each other. His eyes move to my body, looking me out. "Are you going to stare all day?" I ask nonchalantly.
His eyes meet mine again and he opens his mouth to say something, but he gets cut off by the intercom.

"Hello and welcome to JetBlue, your favorite airline agency for trips and vacations! We would like you to buckle your seat belt, because the fun is about to begin! Today...."

I buckle my seatbelt and put on my headphones. I'm not listening to him for more than a split second. His voice is adenoidal and grating. I look outside my window. The plane starts to move forward. I smile nervously and close my eyes. This is it. I'm officially leaving.

I wake up later on, my face stamped in the window. The sky was even darker than before. I turn around and see that Grayson is sleeping on Ethan's shoulder. Ethan is still on his stupid phone. I'm not impressed. I take the opportunity to take a better look at Grayson, trying to distract myself.
4OU. A big logo on his hoodie. What does that mean? I bring my face closer to read the tiny characters under the logo. "For Only You Tour."

Tour? Their own tour? Is that why they're going to Brazil? This sounds interesting...