Staged |Jack Avery|

Eleven: Off we go

It's the day we leave for New York and it's funny,  you'd think that someone who's never been on a plane, never been out of state or anything of this would be nervous, right? But I'm not. I'm so excited to leave. I Grab my bags and head over to jacks house

"You ready?" He asks as he is already putting his things In the car

"Hell's yeah." I laugh as I hand him my bags to put in as well

"alright guys, get in the car. We're going to be late." Myta smiles as she gets in

"Where are your bags?" I ask as we get in

"I'm not going, just you two."

"Oh, well Zach I guess I'm your babysitter." I laugh and pat his head

"I don't need a babysitter! I'm not little." He pouts playfully

"oh yeah buddy,  really proving your point." I laugh at his child like behavior

We pull into the airport parking lot and get out our stuff. At this point, I just follow what Zach does because in all honesty, I'm lost.

It's only about a half an hour that passes before our flight boards, and let me tell you. That was probably one of the weirdest processes I've had to do, ever.  And the people doing it,  my God could they get any more stubborn and stupid? I'll admit, some were fine.  But most drove me nuts.

We find our seats on the plane and just our luck, we get sat next to some Chit chatty old lady who thinks we remind her of her grandchildren.

"Zach, I think your in my seat." I smile politely at him, silently pleading for him to sit next to her.

"Nah, I'm in the right seat." He laughs and pats my leg

"I hate you." I mumble as the women continues to talk

"Um excuse me,  miss?" I ask as the flight attendant walks by

"yes? "

"How long do you think the plain ride is?" I ask, in desperate hopes it's short.
"Around 3 Hours,  a little less but closer to three." She smiles and goes to the next person who calls her over

"Three hours... Yay.. " I roll my eyes and lean my head on Zach

"You're the on who wanted to come." He laughs slightly

"Whatever. " I just roll my eyes only to look up Confused at what is happening

"does that happen a lot?" I ask Zach as the people a few rows ahead of us lift their phones to take pictures

"more than you think." He just shrugs It off and continues to scroll through instagram

"I take It privacy isn't a thing?" I say a bit loud

"Shhh!" He nudges me to be quiet

"what? It's 5 AM, we're on a plane, tired as hell and they are taking pictures." I laugh quietly as I look around , "why not just come ask,  Instead of walk by with the phone in their hand just so, video taping us? It's kinda creepy to me.  I mean,  I get that you are used to it, and might even think it's cute,  but wouldn't the rational thing be just to walk up and ask for a photo?"

"Not everyone is as ballsy as you,  Nikki." He laughs a bit and waves to the girls camera

"What a shame." I shrug and close me eyes,  might as well sleep for 3 hours than listen to crazy grandma over here.

Three hours later

I wake up to the plane landing and Zach's drool on my shoulder. Gross.