Find Mitch

Chapter Four

Preston's POV - Texas Airport (and Canada at the end)

I drive to the airport with my mind in a mess. Why am I so excited to see Rob? I mean sure we are really good friends, we Skype everyday. For some reason there are these butterflies in my stomach and a small part of me is wishing that Jerome wasn't there so I could have Rob all to myself. What the cactus am I thinking? Mitch is missing, and I am worried about not having Rob all to myself. I shake my head and park my car. Time to go get on a plane. Yay(sarcasm). Anything for Rob though. He needs me, and I will do anything for him. That is just how it is with him and I. If I needed him, something tells me that he would do anything possible to help me.

I go through security and I am now waiting for my plane to board (a/n: the funny thing is I am on a plane atm lol). I start to play flappy bird on my phone (you know you are bored when you play flappy bird). Finally, the fat man at the gate of A1 calls my flight. "All people in first class boarding flight 2245 to Montreal, Canada please come to the gate." He says.

I sigh and continue to play flappy bird. I am in section four so this will take a bit of time. After about ten more minutes he calls section four. I get out my phone once on the plane and text Rob.

Me: Hey dood, just got on the plane, gotta turn my phone off in a sec

Rob: Hia! Yay can't wait to see you! I wish it was for something happy tho, Jerome has been doing awful

Me: that sucks! :( Yeah I feel ya. Hopefully we will find Mitch and then we can party!

Rob: yesssss sounds Gucci to me. I'm really happy you're coming

Me: Happy to be able to see you. Hey g2g dood, we are about to take off, see you in a few hours.

Rob: K pearston, pls don't die on the plane.

Me: I'll try not to. Lol bye

Rob: byeee dood luf ya

I smile look down. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I know he was kidding, so why does that simple sentence make me blush? I know Rob jokes around like that with everyone. I sigh and turn my iPhone on airplane mode. A wave of exhaustion hits me and I lean back on the uncomfortable plane seat.

"Well pasengers, looks to be like we are the first on the runway, so please make sure all seatbelts are buckled and all electronic devices are put away. American Airways thanks you."

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. Its Just a plane, just a plane. It's not like I haven't been on a plane before, I mean I go to PAX, Minecon, Eurogamer, etc... but that doesn't mean that I like them. Planes that is.

Five minutes later the pilot is on the speaker again. "It is now safe to use electronics. Thank you for choosing American Airlines as your transportation."

I pull out my headphones and my iPhone, putting on (a/n: anyone know what type of music Preston likes?) Panic! At the Disco (my guilty pleasure.). I fall asleep to the sound of Brenden Urie singing about a girl who loves a girl.

I am literally shaken awake what seems like five minutes later. "Sir, we are in Canada." The flight attendant says. I look up and see boobs. Right in front of my face. I swear to god they are barely tucked into her shirt. "Uh t-thanks" I say, stuttering. "No problem." She says, winking. She is definitely not my type. Not like I know what my type even is, but you get the point. She is the common s-bag. Not trying to be judgy, but you know, with a look like that I am going to judge.

Her hair is so bleach blonde that it looks white, and her flight attendant outfit is way too small. I look away from her and reach for my backpack which I brought as my carry-on. "Let me get that for you." She says, boobs in my face yet again. Well. This is awkward. She pulls out my bag, and places it on my lap. "Thanks again." I say, attempting to get out of my seat without being completely flashed. I get to the isle and sigh in relief.