Truth (Brad Simpson AU)

Chapter 10

Our flight number boomed over the intercom in close proximity to us, signaling that we could start boarding the plane. Clicking the button on the top of my phone, my screen went black and I shoved it into my jumper pocket. I grasped my carry-on that was resting beside my leg before standing up to follow the others to the correct gate. We were already sat in the area of our boarding gate so we didn't have to walk very far. My dad handed me and my mom our tickets, so we could present them to the boarding attendant.

'3A' my eyes scanned the seat number printed on my flimsy ticket. I had the window seat which I was overly happy about. Someone nudged my shoulder from beside me, "3B" he spoke. I already knew it was Brad, not only from his voice but because he already had told me we were sitting next to each other. The reason behind that being, since we were in the first class section, the seats were in two. My parents; Brad's parents; and Brad and I. I wasn't thrilled, but I didn't mind too much seeing as I would be listening to my music the whole time and probably sleeping for part of it.

"3A, I got window," I spoke back as we all walked toward the forming line in front of our gate. I flashed my ticket to the boarding attendant who examined it before letting me through. We walked through until entering the first class cabin of the JetBlue airplane. I made sure to take my earbuds out of my bag before reaching my arm up in attempt to open the above head compartment. Due to my short height of 5'2, I failed to reach the button to pop it open. Brad was soon to my rescue, even with his lack of height he was still a lot taller than me, and was actually able to reach the compartment.

"Thanks," Brad grabbed my bag shoved it in. He sat down next to me and took an 'air mall' magazine out of its place in the chair in front of him. My ears were soon filled with my favorite music as I placed my ear buds into my ears. I buckled my seat belt and slowly relaxed into the leather plane seat.

Looking out the window I realized we were slowly moving forward, the pilot navigating around the airport. We momentarily paused in front if a long runway before the plane rapidly accelerated down the clear path. Before I knew it we were airborne and I was sleepy. My music fit the part, as I fell into sleep with the chords of John Mayer's Gravity in my ears.

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My music was no longer playing, I must have under estimated the time of the flight. I haven't opened my eyes yet even though I was awoken by the ring over the plane speaker announcing that "we will be beginning our decent." My position is comfortable and I'd rather not move. I start to wonder how I could be so comfortable on an airplane, with that thought my eyes flutter open. Brad's warm shoulder is being used as my headrest and the top of my head is being used as his, his light, sleepy breathing hums through my ears. With trying my best not to wake Brad, I slowly attempted to squirm my way from my place in his neck. But of course I failed, when he awoke with his head dropping to his shoulder.

He lifted his head and blinked sleep from his eyes as he looked around at the surrounding passengers. He looked over to me for a mere second before looking past me and out the window. The clouds were slowly disappearing as the ground became larger and larger, my ears popping as we fell from the sky. My body jolted as we made contact with the concrete of the runway. The light in the seat belt sign vanished, signaling it was safe to unbuckle, as we arrived at gate 04.

The passengers moved about the cabin and Brad retrieved both our bags from the overhead. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I followed the line of people who were also trying to exit the aircraft.

The California heat was present as soon as we entered the crowded airport. I soon regretted wearing leggings and a jumper, but hey I'm used to the bipolar weather of New England.

We got a taxi to take us to our hotel which was nearby the airport. Our taxi wasn't a small car it was a big van taxi so there was enough room for all of us to fit.

The Simpsons room and my family's room are adjacent to each other's and a door is placed in the middle to connect the two. The cool thing is the wall between our rooms can open up to be one big suite. Within my family's hotel room, I have a bedroom to myself and my parents have one to share. When we arrived in our room I expected to find my suitcase so I could change into some shorts. But no such luck occurred and none of our bags were there yet.

"They said at the airport that it is possible for them not to come for up to 5 hours after check in," my dad informed me and my mom.

"What?! I don't even have shorts or anything!" I complained, not seeing how I could handle this heat in leggings and a jumper.

"Derek?" My dad called whilst walking through the door that connected our rooms. "Did you all get your luggage yet? Ours hasn't arrived," my dad questioned.

"Yes ours was sitting next to the door when we opened it. You can borrow some of our clothes until yours get here," he suggested. I don't understand how theirs is here but our isn't and we were on the same flight. "You can borrow mine, Julie can borrow Anne's and I'm sure Brad has something small enough for Paige." Brad's clothes would most likely be best fit to me over Anne's because of my small size. But I was not planning on wearing Brad's clothes.

"Are you sure?" My dad asked, scratching his head.

"Yeah that's perfectly fine I'll grab you something," Derek strolled back into his room in search of clothes for my Dad.

"Jesus it's so hot!" I mumbled walking over to the sink to put some cold water on a towel. And just when I think I'm never borrowing clothes, the fucking water sprays all over me. "Shit" I mumbled under my breath.

"Looks like you'll be needing these," I turned around, my whole front wet, to be met with Brad holding out some clothes for me.

"Actually yeah I'll take them." I dried my hands off on a towel before Brad handed me the stack of clothes. "Thanks." Walking off to my bedroom to get changed, I looked to see what exactly he had given me. In my arms laid a grey Arctic Monkeys T-shirt, which just happens to be my favorite band, and a pair of red basketball shorts. My wet clothes dropped to the ground and I put on the new ones. The shirt was a bit big on me but wasn't too bad seeing as I loved the shirt itself, and the shorts, let's just say they weren't what I usually wear. As weird as this sounds, the clothes smelt so good, ok stop.

Entering the living area, Brad was still in there sat on the couch. I laid my clothes out to dry before sitting on the other end of the couch. I looked down at the shirt again and smiled, man do I love this band.

"I knew you would like that shirt," Brad smiled at me.

"What? Yeah, but how do you know I like The Arctic Monkeys?"

He laughed slightly, "Don't worry I'm not a stalker or anything, I just heard your music on the plane, it was pretty loud I could hear it through your headphones."

"Oh, sorry."

"No don't worry, obviously I like them too," he gestured towards the shirt.

Where are my parents? As if on cue they came walking into the room with Derek and Anne, wearing their clothes.

"The four of us are going out tonight, there is a pool and other things downstairs if you two want to do that," my mom spoke up. What? Are they seriously leaving me here alone with Brad.

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*Authors note*

Hey guys! ok this chapter is weird I don't know but next chapter should be good! Please comment to tell me what you think and don't forget to vote if you liked it!

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