The Girl he Wants

21- The Kind of Person I Am.

***ASHER'S POV***

As the plane lands, Asher steals a glance to his right. Elizabeth is snuggled against him, her head light on his shoulder. Then, in annoyance, Asher gazes to his left and frowns at Jay, who also leans his head on Asher. His head is ten times heavier, and so is his breathing.

Asher shakes his shoulder, making Jay's head fall. He snaps away, a grimace forming his expression. "Ow."

To Elizabeth, Asher says softly. "Hey, we've landed."

Elizabeth arouses like girls do in the movies with not one strand of hair out of place and an enchanting smile fixed on her lips. "Oh, okay." Glancing out the plane's window, her eyes light up. "Oh wow!"

Out the airplane window, New York City sees everyone on the plane with its tremendously tall skyscrapers and the busy streets in the buildings' long shadows. Sounds of City life course throughout the plane as pigeons fly by and afternoon sunlight shines through the glass.

   Asher climbs to his feet, stretching out his stiff shoulders. Elizabeth whispers, "The city is beautiful!"

"Eh." Jay mumbles on the opposite side of Asher as he rises and gets his carry on bag from the compartment above.

Elizabeth throws him a perturbed glare. "You just like disagreeing with me."

Jay pulls his bag over his shoulders and then places a sneer on his thick lips. "I do."

Elizabeth joins the two boys in the aisle and grabs her bag. Asher moves out of her way, and then follows her and Jay to the exit of the plane and through the jetwalk. As soon as they step outside of it, though, Elizabeth grabs Asher's arm.

   He turns his head to her, curious, but the wide-eyed look she gives the overly crowded airport could be described as nothing as fear. "I have never seen so many people in one place."

   Asher moves her hand so that her arm laces supportingly within his. "Let's not get separated."

   "Yeah." Elizabeth mutters, her blue eyes fluttering as they scour the ginormous airport and the thousands of people inside.

   "Meet at the tour bus out front after you get your luggage, everyone. Stay with someone and if you get separated there are desks set up around the airport." The history teacher says aloud, his voice quiet compared to the many thunderous sounds of footsteps, voices, automobiles, and equipment.

   Jay nods to Asher, surprisingly not in disagreement with Elizabeth's arm in his. Jay leads the way to the luggage pick up area, and the three of them stop in front of a long conveyer belt, all searching for their own suitcases. Asher finds his first, letting Elizabeth go in order to lift his off the moving belt and set it on the floor.

   Elizabeth finds hers second, her skinny arms somehow managing to carry her huge, green suitcase over a few feet to where she sits it upright, one hand on the handle and the other weaving her arm around Asher's.

   Jay's luggage, on the other hand, takes forever to come into view. They stand there ages, it seems like, standing awkwardly and in an unnerving silence. As soon as Jay gets his hands on his bag, though, Elizabeth clears her throat and washes the silence away. "Alright. Let's go."

    "Hopefully, they haven't left." Asher remarks to the group, trying hard not to smile when Jay rolls his eyes. Although the two of them are as thick as thieves, Asher always messes with Jay. It's almost like the two of them are brothers. Almost. Their friendship is complicated, really. The two don't share very much with each other, but they understand each other and know each other inside and out.