Free-Falling

3

"Sorry..excuse me..sorry.."

Was basically all I heard from the back of the plane as the curly haired boy walked through the aisle.

You'd think by looking at us we would be best friends because we both looked like we had just woken up.

He was wearing a white tee-shirt and blue pajama pants yet I was wearing green.

He had one luggage and he seemed to be carrying it with ease unlike me..

There was only one seat left which was the one next to me so I guess I had to be social this flight.

"I'm not gonna ask to sit here because I know there are no more seats,"the guy said.

I laughed,"I guess you're fairly correct."

He put his luggage in the over head hanger and took his seat.

He was still getting situated as he introduced himself.

"I'm Michael."

I could tell he wasn't from England he didn't have an accent and he probably was just touring.

(Michael POV ooh POV change see wut I did dere)

"I'm not gonna ask to sit here because I know there are no more seats,"I said to the man sitting in the last row.

He laughed,"I guess you're fairly correct."

He had messy light brown into fade blonde hair and he was in pajamas.

He was sitting at the window and I'm glad he did because I never liked flying on planes.

I sat down after putting my luggage in the over head hanger and began to put my seatbelt on.

"Hi I'm Michael."

"Gavin."he said and put out his hand for me to shake.

I don't like people and now I have to shake hands with a stranger. Great.

I shook his hand anyway.

"You aren't from England are you?" Gavin said.

I shook my head,"Nope. I'm flying home, I was just touring."

"Ah" he nodded,"I figured because of your American accent."

I laughed,"Americans are considered to have accents and for all you know I could be from like China or something."

So I guess Brits think Americans have accents now? When did this happen. I guess I wouldn't know because I don't go outside.

"Well that could be true but you don't look Chinese."

I fastened my seatbelt just as the orientation came over the intercom about safety.

I looked over at my newly befriended stranger.

And he was smiling.

"Why the fuck are you smiling like that?" I asked.

He laughed and looked out the window at the run way,"I love plane rides, they excite me!"

It never occurred to me that plane rides could be fun.

"Yes because being 10,000 feet above the air in a metal death trap that could fall at any time is fun."

"Don't be negative about it, think of it as eating a nice bowl of grapes."

"Where did you get grapes from?" I asked.

"I don't know. People like grapes I guess."

I looked across the aisle and the flight attendants were getting ready for take off and yet another message came over the intercom.

"Alright this is a nonstop flight from London to Austin, Texas. We thank you for being here with us today on this almost 10 hour flight. Sit back and relax and we hope you enjoy your flight."

I sighed.

I'm stuck in a metal death trap that is 10,000 feet above the ground for the next 10 hours.

Better yet I'm stuck with some British guy named Gavin.