Insanity Island

Mattie

The line stretches on forever. Weaving through the busy airport. A long sigh escapes my lips. All I wanted was to just check in and get on the damned plane. Never did I ask to be stuck in the middle of this stupid line. Why did I even tell my brother I was going to visit him? He doesn't even like me all that much.

Ever since my mum got remarried, he's distanced himself from the family. As soon as he turned eighteen, he left on the first plane to California. I mean seriously, out of all the places. He chose California. Not only is it far from my cozy home in Cardiff, it's also extreme with tourists.

"Mattie Unger?"A monotone voice calls. I look up from my dull red suitcase.

"Yes God?"I whisper to myself. I let out a small laugh and make my way up to the front desk. As I pass the various people, I hear them moan and groan. Not my fault they didn't book their flight months before. I reach the surprisingly pristine front desk. A brown haired, blue eyed woman in her forties gives me the most genuine smile I've seen all day.

"Mattie Unger?"The woman asks, her voice slight with a Texan accent.

"That's me."I reply, giving her a hint of a smile. Now I'm not one for feelings. Nor am I one to open up to anyone. I keep it strictly just me.

"One way ticket to Los Angeles, California."The woman says politely, handing over my ticket. Grabbing the ticket, I give her one last smile, grab my suitcase and walk towards the boarding station. Mostly, I can't handle airports. For various reasons really. For one, all the people. I just can't stand people always giving you weird looks, being rude, or just shoving you.

Another thing is the shops. Why put gift shops in an airport? What's there to get? Little mini matchbox airplanes? 'My mum went to the airport and all I got was this stupid shirt' Tee's? I mean c'mon, step up the game. One last thing, the fast food restaurants. Seriously, don't we have enough of those?

"Now boarding Flight 27 to Los Angeles, California."The overhead says in a monotone voice. What is it with all this monotone? It's making me depressed. Walking into the plane, I find my seat without trouble. The only problem is trying to get my suitcase in the compartment above my head. Curse my shortness. Even for a 20 year old woman.

"Need help?"Someone says from behind me. Sighing, I let my suitcase drop and turn around. A loud gasp bubble up through my mouth as I stare at the man before me. Are my eyes betraying me? Or is that really The Doctor asking to help me?

"Hello? Love? Do you need help with your bag?"The Doctor asks, waving a hand in front of my face. Snapping out of my haze, I nod, still shocked. What in the world is The Doctor doing in Cardiff?

"There ya go."The Doctor says. Stepping out of my daze, I realized that The Doctor had already put my bag in the compartment. And is now watching me, watching him. Heat spreads to my cheeks. Had I just been staring at The Doctor? A nervous giggle bubbles out of my mouth before I can stop it.

"T-thank you."I mumble. He shrugs and offers me a dazzling smile I always dreamed of. . He was actually here. Smiling at me. The inner fangirl inside of me demands to break free. Down girl, not now. You can fangirl when you get off the plane.

"No problem uh-"

"Mattie. Mattie Unger."I fill in the blank for him. Without warning, he grabs my hand, leans down, and kisses it. I'm pretty sure I look like a ripe tomato right about now.

"Nice to meet you Mattie. So I presume you're sitting here?"The Doctor asks me, gesturing to the seats behind me. Not letting my hand go. The fangirl inside of me practically claws at my insides. It's not everyday you get to meet someone that you've heard about all your life from your mum.