Pass Around (thatsojack fan fiction)

Chapter 1

I take a deep breath and board the plane. This is all I've wanted since I was sixteen and now I finally have. I'm moving to Los Angeles. 

I look back one more time, I see my mother walking to the escalator. I know she thinks I'm already on the plane, that all I want is to leave her and this state. What she thinks is half true, I hate Connecticut but I know that somewhere deep down I'll miss the place where I grew up.

I turn back towards the plane and walk on, this time refusing to look back. This is it, this is what I want. 

The second I enter the plane I rush to the back. I sit in the last row at a window seat hoping that nobody will sit next to me. I just want to be left alone on this five hour flight.

"The flight is fully booked so please be sure to not have any extra luggage on the seat next to you and to please move around to accommodate families with small children. Thank you," I hear the flight attendants voice from a speaker directly above me. A full flight, wonderful.

Within minutes the plane is filling up and I don't care what small children are here, I'm keeping this seat. I stare out the window to get a glimpse of the home I am leaving behind once more. My eyes become teary as I think about my school, my family, my few friends, and her. I try to shake her from my mind but every time I blink I see her. Her deep blue eyes, her perfect smile, her long strawberry blonde hair that came all the way down to the bottom of her back.

I shake my head, trying to erase the image from my mind. There's no going back. Not for anything, not even her.

"Hello," an middle aged woman greets me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hello," I reply, barely making eye contact. Why do people feel the need to talk on a plane? Why can't everyone just keep to themselves like I do?

"Are these two seats taken? My daughter and I have searched the whole plane and no two seats seem to be open next to one another," she explains and I can see the desperation in her eyes. They look the way her eyes looked when I told her I was moving away and I didn't want her to come with.

"No," I shake my head and she thanks me with a smile.

"I'm Theresa, by the way," the woman tells me sticking her hand out for me to shake. I shake her hand before replying.

"I'm Jack," I finally reply after the silence that lasted a little bit too long.

"I'm Kristen," the little girl peaks her head out which has been covered by her mothers tall body. My heart almost shatters the second she speaks.

"Hi Kristen," I say with a shaky voice. "I'm Jack."

"Are you okay?" I hear the little girl ask.

"Yes, just a nervous flyer," I lie. I feel sick to my stomach at just the sound of her name. I don't want to even think about her name let alone hear it on a five hour flight.

"You'll be okay," the little girl tries to assure me. She can't be any older than six and her mother doesn't seem to be in her thirties. The resemblance between the two is insane. Their dirty blonde hair falls the same way around their round faces, both of their hazel eyes show genuine concern for me. Do I really look that awful right now?

"Thanks you," I smile at the girl and she stares at me for a little bit too long.

"The flight will be taking off in approximately three minutes s please make sure your seat belts are secure and stay seated," the loud flight attendant says through the sound system. I'm relieved that she interrupted the conversation because the awkwardness was growing each sentence.