(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 10

We were waiting in the gate area, ready to board our plane. Except for one small problem. Our flight was no where in sight. It wasnt even at the gate yet. Our boarding passes said the flight was scheduled to depart at 12:04 p.m. It was now 12:15, with no plane in sight.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's just delayed," Brandon says, taking an alarmingy large bite out of his sandwich.

"Don't eat too slow, our plane is about to board," I joked, handing him a napkin.

"Sorry, was that sarcasm? Next time you may nned to hold up a sign or something," He winks at me, tossing the wrapper of his finished sandwich into a nearby bin.

"Ha ha, very funny. You know, since you left, I have been really trying hard to be funnier and use more sarcasm. You must not remember?" Before Brandon left for college, I was still in middle school. I remember him always telling me to lighten up and crack jokes more. You could say i had a very dry, invisible sense of humor. Caleb sort of taught me the rules of sarcasm.

"Remember that joke you made one time?" He asked. I rolled my eyes in response.

"What are you talking about? I made TONS of jokes. Like, all the time. My nickname should have been comedian because my jokes were so funny."

"We must be thinking of different people."

"And all of my jokes were hilarious."

"Mabye an alternate paradox Ellie, but this Ellie?"

I roll my eyes, looking at an older woman shooing a black chihuaua into a carrier.

After staring at the lady a litte too long, and not to mention earning myself a nice glare from the lady, I decide to take out my phone. As the screen powers on and displays the time, I unlock it and go straight to my texting. I text Caleb and tell him the plane is late. He replies back half a millisecond later.

Caleb- That sucks. Not as much as getting stabbed with needles a couple times a day, but still.

Me- I would still rather be at home or at the hospital with you...

Caleb- EWWWWWWW. You expect me to let you in?

Me- Of course. Or I'm telling mom. :p

Caleb- What are we? 5? And nooo, don't tell! PLeaseee?

Me- Alright fine, but you have to give me $5

Caleb- No. $1 or it's no deal

Me- $3, and you have to give me dessert for the week.

Caleb- Fine, tell on me. I'm not giving up desert AND $3.

Me- Hold on someone is announcing something over the intercom.

I looked towards the ladies at the desk at our gate. They were huddled together, whispering something. A crowd of people began to mob the desk and the desk people continued whispering. Finally, a younger looking woman with bright red hair that reminded me of Ariana Grande's hair stepped up to the microphone.

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen at gate 14 B, we will begin boarding now."

"Finally," Jen says, sitting next to me with a Diet Coke in her hand.

"I know, right."

"We will now board all families with younger children," The lady with red hair says.

"Just say first class already," Brandon groans, picking up his suitcase.

"Patience, young padowan," I joke. Man, I have been watching too much Star Wars.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Brandon jokes.

"Nope, it's just part of my amazing bsense of humor," I wink at him, tossing my carry on- A Vera Bradley duffel- over my shoulder.

He mumbles something under his breath, and Jen chuckles, but I ignore it.

"Now boarding all military personel."

Jen's mom starts jokingly humming the Jeopardy song.

We all stand up as the military all enter the gangway.

"Now boarding all first class members. Premium flyers can now board as well."

She scans our tickets and we walk dow the hallway into the small jet.

"Welcome to the flight today," A rather cute pilot says to us as we walk on. Scratch that. He wasn't cute- he was hot. He had sandy blonde hair with totally sexy green eyes. He gave a smal smile to Jen specifically as we walked by.

We made our way to our seats and after sitting down in between Jen and Brandon, I looked at Jen, moving my eyebrows up and down.

"What are you doing that for? Stop that. It's creepy." Jen says, plastering herself to the window.

I smile smugly,"He totally smiled at you!" I playfully smack her arm.

"It's his job to smile at people," She argues.

"Yeah, he smiled at me, but he full on smiled at you."

"What are you even talking about? He is older than me. Brandon help me out."

But Brandon could not help her out. He was passed out, earbuds in, travel pillow behind him. I smirk silently to myself and watch as Jen's face turns beet red.

"Do you really think he smiled at me?" She says, sitting back and buckling her seatbelt.

All I do is smile and buckle my own seatbelt as we taxi onto the runway.

We feel the plane speed up an0d at this point Brandon jolts awake like someone has just slapped him. Which I did.

"Are we in the air yet?" Brandon says, sleepily.

"Nope, but we will be in about one minute. We're taking off sleepy head."

"This is my favorite part!" Jen squeals as we accelerate to take off.

"Wheeeee!" A little kid behind us says as we lift off.Then we hear his mother scolding him for being loud.

Twenty or so minutes later, the pilot is telling us we can use our electronic devices.

Jen takes out her phone and begins to play Candy Crush Saga. I don't understand the rage of that game. It seems stupid.

Brandon has gone back to napping, and I really want to take out my eyeliner and draw on him, but refrain.

I take out my phone and listen to music and try to nap for a little. Since I didn't get to pack last night, I had to get up really early to pack and get ready.

On my phone, I have many albums for many situations. I have my bed time album, workout album, sad album, and of course my I want to kill smeone album. In my bed time album, there is lots of Adele and contemporary music. In my workout albub, there is a lot of rock and hip hop. For workouts, one of my faves is thriller because I can pretend I am running from zombies. It helps me run faster. In my sad album, there is of course those rainy day songs that are really sad. As well as the song Happy. Then in my killing someone album is soothing songs so I don't kill paparazzi when they won't leave me alone.

I decide on some Adele and close my eyes. I slowly drift off to sleep with thoughts about Rolling in the Deep. and Rumors