Fame Is A Kick In The Ass

FIAKITA - Chapter Three

Chapter Three - Ian Danford's Point of View (yay!)

     Well this has been one hell of a flight.  

     First, I come to sit in my first class seat only to find a beautiful brown-haired girl sleeping in the window seat, my seat. But, she was so beautiful, lying there peacefully with her brown locks falling in waves around her face, yes I know that sounds cheesy but it's true.  I decided not to disturb her and take the aisle seat.  As I sat down, her open palm was laying on her arm rest, twitching every so often.  I had this sudden pull, sudden urge to touch her soft hand.  Something just drew me in.  I slowly placed my hand on top of hers but then I quickly withdrew it.  Sparks flew between our hands, sending shivers up my arm.  It was pain, but pleasurable pain.  She must of felt it too because she soon rolled over onto her other side so she faced the window.

     That beautiful sleeping girl somehow turned out to be crazier than I thought.  She was now perched on top of my lap, smiling smugly at me.  In any other situation, I would have loved it but this was no ordinary situation.

     I rolled my eyes, "You're sitting on me?  You have got to be joking."  This girl can't be for real.  Though just her presence made my heart swell with warmth.  Her eyes sparkled like city lights in the horizon.

     "Oh young love.  It's so nice to see public affection these days. . ." said a voice to my left.  An ancient old lady about 90 years old was softly staring at our awkward position.  The girl on my lap had her head cramped up against the ceiling and my legs were starting to get numb.  Although she was sporting an award-winning smile that just made me sweat cold.

     A little boy about three rows back turned his head around in the aisle and gave me a devilish grin.

     "Yeah, like kissing!?" he sneered.  He started pumping his fist in the air and chanting, "KISS KISS KISS!"  Oh my God. . .wait a minute, this kid could be on to something.

     Other passengers joined in the chanting and it sounded like an uproar.  I'm surprised that no flight attendants came to calm down this fiasco.

      She flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave me a disapproving glance.

     Her eyes.

     Her lips.

     Her scent.

     They all brought me closer to her.

     Before she could get any ideas, I let my instincts take over and quickly but gently brought my lips to hers.  

     At first she was stunned to stillness.  But then something clicked in her brain and her lips started to move in time with mine.

     Her smell, it's intoxicating.

     I moved my hands up and down her back, sparks flying where my skin touched hers, which was everywhere.  I could hear faint cheering in the background, the chanting passengers, but I didn't pay any attention to them because I was completely submerged in this kiss.

     As soon as it started, it stopped.  With a slap to my face.

A/N

ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER MWAHAHAH!!! yeah sorry it's so short.  I wanted to get in a part of Ian's point of view (that's the guy's name if you didn't already guess^_^)

Sorry I haven't updated, I have been busy.  You know, LIVING A FRICKIN LIFE!  I'm going to use that excuse a lot because it's true.  I do have a life and I want to live it.  Not just to be submerged in writing all the time.  

So yeah.

I prefer brownie batter.  I decided this.  But I will tell you it was all very close.  Cookie dough is second and cake batter is a close third.

OKAY SEE YOU!

Eat gummy worms because they're sour!

MWAH Love you all

<3 Jane