When In Rome...(SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 4

When In Rome...

Chapter 4

On the eleventh of December, I overslept. Yes, you read that right. Even on the day I had to go to freakin’ Rome, I decide to oversleep.

Slow clap anyone?

“I swear, I am going to murder you some day, Ashley Carol Perkins! Get up for God’s sake!” Stella screamed pulling my white comforter of my body.

“Crap!” I muttered. “What time is it?” I asked her before turning to my side table.

“9:20!” Stella exclaimed just as my eyes fell on the red glare of my alarm clock.

“Oh, crap!” I muttered once again and rushed to my bathroom, grabbing the clothes I was gonna wear in the flight. Thank God I had packed everything yesterday night or I would surely miss my flight. My plane was to leave at 11 and I needed to be at the airport by 10 for the formalities.

Stella proved herself the best friend for the millionth time that day. While I was showering, she had called Brendon and asked him to get a cab while she made breakfast and shoved my feminine necessities into a handbag.

“C’mon, c’mon, it’s 9:50 already!” She hollered from the front door of my apartment.

We reached the airport with absolutely no time to spare. It was 10:12, to be exact.

Of course, family and friends could not be allowed beyond a certain point and so, like any other lonely person going on a trip, I burst into tears.

“Oh, c’mon Ash! You’re gonna have so much fun there! Don’t worry about us, it’s not like you’ll never come back!” Brendon cooed, giving me a one-armed hug.

It was now 10:50 and I knew that if I didn’t hurry up, I would miss my flight, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t get my legs to move.

“Yeah, he’s right! Be a big girl, Ash, and have fun! And promise to contact me as soon as you can!” Stella mumbled into my ear, giving me the biggest bear hug she could. “Now go!” She patted my back and I finally left the two of them.

“Have a good flight ma’am!” The polite stewardess greeted me with a sugar coated smile.

“Thanks.” I mumbled softly, before locating myself to my seat.

I let out a disappointed sigh when I saw that I was not on the window seat but on the aisle. Plopping down on my assigned seat, I hoped the person on the window seat would be kind enough to trade. I closed my eyes, laying back on the headrest just as I saw a guy wearing a business suit walk into the aircraft with an arrogant aura surrounding him. You could literally see the calm and collected stewardess’s swoon on seeing him. He did look very good. Oh, who am I kidding? That guy was hot! And I would bet you anything if Stella saw him, she would push me towards him, seeing as he didn’t look very old too. He would probably be twenty-one, twenty-two or something.