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I fly first class with James Bond

I nearly started crying when I reached the airport. How many times have I said this before? Two times? Okay, I might as well say it again.

I am such a wimp.

Then again, have you been in my situation before? Have you had your crush tell you she likes you ten minutes before you leave? Do you know what it feels like? Maybe I'm just a drama queen, but it hurts.

Why had she chosen just before I left to tell me? I couldn't believe it! My gosh, I finally get the girl of my dreams and I have to leave the freaking state. My dad would have done better in that situation. Heck, he would've maned up and told Samantha the first time he saw her.

I shook my head. Get over her, a voice screamed in my head. You only spent a few minutes alone with her and now you're weeping like you spent a whole year! Didn't she also say people teased her about liking you? So she smothered you hopes and dreams until the very last second? Who does that?

Another voice said, "She was every man's dream! Samantha was tall, smart, funny, pretty, and she liked you! Shall I remind you that she was your first kiss?"

Shut up, both of you! You're driving me insane!

After my head settled down, I sighed. My lips were still tingling from that kiss. I could still feel her lips on mine-my god, only one kiss from a pretty girl could drive me nuts. I pushed my thoughts of Samantha away, storing it for another day. Now, where are we going again? Right, the airport!

Yes!

I always liked going to the airport for some reason. Maybe it was the feeling of adventure that got me going, or the prospect of leaving one place and going to another. I don't know why I still liked going to the airport. You'd think after all my past experiences, I'd start to hate the place. I didn't though. My parents and I made an agreement that they wouldn't tell me where I was going, just so I would feel more excited if I went on an airplane.

Samantha liked airplanes. She always said she loved the thought of flying. Peter, shut your pie hole.

After going through immigration, I sat down heavily at a nearby Burger King. I couldn't stop thinking about Samantha. It was like my mind put huge flashing lights near the name Samantha. Tears started forming in my eyes and I got up. I grabbed my pack, walked over to the bathroom, and went in.

I went to the sink and splashed some water in my face. I didn't even know what she saw in me! That was what was bothering me the most. It wasn't that I didn't like her back, I did, but my brain couldn't compute. It kept on going ERROR, ERROR, ERROR, every time I pictured Samantha and I together. I wasn't the best looking guy! I only knew her for seven months!

My wet brown hair covered my face like a mask. How on earth was that attractive? My deep green eyes were just like my mom's. I had girl eyes.

Get a grip! Why are you losing it over one girl? There are plenty of fish in the sea!

But not all of the little fishes will like you. I tried a second time to push the thoughts of her away from me. This time, it sort of worked. I guess it was because I figured if I was to stay alive, I would have to forget about her. That made me think about a song by the Bee Gees.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.