Smut on the pole

Meeting Love {one}

Jacks POV
... I have no where so sleep or stay tonight. I can't afford more than a nights stay in a run down hotel with this much money. I groaned in frustration and whimpered in my hurting heart pain from rejection of my own father.
He wanted me out pretty fookin quick, he was yelling aggressively at me and all he yelled at me was that I had an hour to be packed and gone out the house before calling me a cab and forcing me in with my bags to the airport putting me on a stupid flight he had already pre-payed for flying away from home with only $50 in Irish money so I couldn't disturb him with the disappointment I always had been to him. All I managed to pack was three normal pants, 2 jeans, 2 shorts including my favorite flamingo ones, 5 shirts, 4 jerseys, a pillow and of course my little septic-eye sam plushy. I could never forget him, he was the only friend I had in this place. The only thing I would consider as my support and comfort when I needed it the most.

I lay my head back into the head rest of the comfortable silk seat I sat on, looking out the window cuddling my septic-eye sam into my chest tightly. I was aboard a plane in the air lonely and having no clue what to do with my shattering life. It seemed my life was slipping through the cracks of my fingers.
My eyes were full of tears that fell down my already tear soaked cheeks and my nose dripping with snot. I grabbed a tissue that I had brought onto the flight knowing I would cry, I blew my nose and let myself fall into a sulk thinking about my life and past. My mum had passed away 4 years ago leaving me with my Dad that didn't understand what I did on youtube, then whenever I explained it to him he never understood and aggravated, leading to the reason why I was kicked out of home. Then I had no friends to miss, no family that knew of my flight leaving  which upset me as no one will miss me. The main thing upsetting me the most though was the fact that I had no idea where the flights destination was to. I sat in my seat uncomfortably and sorta squirmed with an awkward groaning trying to feel comfortable but gave up hours ago and had been shaking and trembling with my knees in my chest crying like a nervous primary student about to give a speech.

I rode this flight alone so I had no one to talk to, not many people were aboard this flight either so no one had seat buddies unless they were flying together as families or friends. A few female flight attendants had come and sat next to me comforting me, rubbing my back and talking to me. Giving me juice boxes or drink bottles, some flight food that I felt too stomach ill and upset to eat so I just had a pile of flight food in front of me and new boxes of tissues every so often.
I was glad they cared, even though they hardly knew me but still acted cheery to cheer me up, but I wouldn't speak, smile or even look at them. I was too upset at todays events. They had all given up but came back every hour or so.
I wish I had friends who would miss me, but I didn't, I had always struggled to make friends. I was always teased about being too loud with a high pitched voice and green died hair that I usually chose to hide under a grey hat.

The square but rectangular window provided a view that showed me we were flying over the ocean, "at least its a beautiful starry night sky to stare at to keep my company." I said out loud as I stared out at the white moon that lit up the ocean. I smiled and yawned with a stretch of my arms. This flight was taking forever, I had lost track of time so I had no clue what time it was. Only that it was night. I sighed frustrated because I couldn't do anything to speed it up. I shut my eyes and allowed myself to sleep using my jersey as a blanket.
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I woke up hours later, finding a warm, comforting blanket on top of me and a strange pillow like neck thing around my neck. I looked out the window seeing the harsh blinding sun on my sleeping eyes, it was day again and we were flying over lush green land now. I smiled at the fact we would be landing soon once I saw the tar run way.
Over the inter come a voice spoke.
"Hello passengers, our flight will be landing now, please buckle yourselves in and embrace for landing." I buckled myself in while everyone else did the same filling the caboose with clicking. I looked out the window seeing other planes of all sizes along the run ways and a large grey painted concrete building with glass windows that faced out towards the planes. 'Where are we?' I wondered. There was no city behind the airport just an empty paddock full of apple trees, a black tar road behind that extended till the eye could see.
Jack breathed in then out, this was a new life, a new start.
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