Once Upon a Plane Flight

Chapter Four

People in movies have it all wrong. With so many discrepancies about having friends with benefits, it's hard not to get caught up in the possibility of having no strings attached when it comes to relationships. The movies portray this fad as something that will eventually turn into something more (e.g. an exclusive relationship). But that is rarely the case. Only about 10 percent of these "flings" end up working out. Not very ideal is it? But that doesn't stop anyone. They think that if Justin Timberlake or Mila Kunis can do it, so can they. I wonder how it will work out if one of the two was already betrothed. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what will happen to my sister as she has "spiteful and fun" sex, as she would put it. But, I guess, this unethical deal works for some people.

This is what I think about as I realize that the walls in this house are paper thin and even though I am all the way down the hall from her, I can still hear her distasteful moans from my room. I wonder who's with her tonight, a groomsman; or even better, the best man. Or did she go all out and have the whole male-part of the wedding party for a 'sleepover' in her room?

I hear a soft knock on my bedroom door. I swear if it's one of the groomsmen looking for condoms I might actually have to kill someone.

I open the door reluctantly; balling my empty hand into a fist just in case, my ring pinching my finger as the muscles in my hand tightens.

Unfortunately, I won't be wanted for murder in the morning. I could've just pleaded the fifth anyway; they can't prove me guilty without any physical evidence. But I wouldn't have stomached the guilt very well; probably getting myself locked up in a mental hospital along the way. Who am I kidding? I wouldn't have been able to do it. Now, if it was my sister... that's a whole different story.

Lyle waves his hand in front of my face as a stare at him blankly, thinking of all the ways there are to kill my sister and get away with it. I come out of my haze and focus on the concerned boy standing in front of me; all of my anger melting away.

I take my hand off the door and point a finger at him, "Now, don't get any ideas; I am not like my sister."

He stares at me, confused for a moment, until another sickening moan comes from down the hall and he laughs under his breath, finally getting my point, covering his smile with his hand.

"That took you way to long." I tiredly state, face-palming while shaking my head. He shrugs off my comment and moves around me, coming into my room. I don't object because, frankly, I am too tired to protest right now and it's not like anything is going to happen. I couldn't even hold his hand without guilt clawing at my insides.

He sits criss-cross-applesauce on my bed as I walk over to him, crossing my arms over my bra-less chest, hoping he won't notice. He pats the spot next to him, motioning for me to sit down. I decide that I should put a bra on before I sit so it won't get awkward. I excuse myself and Lyle gives me a puzzled look as I drag my bag into the suffocatingly-small closet and close the door behind me. I fumble around in the dark for some time until my eyes adjust and put on what feels like a bra. Once I finish and exit, I see that Lyle has made himself comfortable--laying on his back, shirt riding up to show part of his stomach--and walk over to him. I position myself the way Lyle had been before and place a pillow on my lap. Lyle has been watching me intently ever since I left the closet and is looking up at me as I turn to him.

"What?" I ask.

He smiles up at me as he says, "Do you ever wonder what the world would be like if time didn't exist? Like, people could be really late to something or hours early and they wouldn't even know. The world would be a completely different place." I never knew Lyle could be that deep; that's what I get for assuming things.