The Wrong Tour||Season One

Episode Three

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The plane could only be owned by someone wealthy. It was not furnished with rows of seats but rather fine leather couches with crystal glass tables.

Silver silk curtains edge the windows elegantly whilst a huge plasma screen attaches to the roof.

"Take a seat girls," Stephan gestures towards the couch.

Taking El Amors hand I oblige choosing the farthest seat possible from him.

It doesn't seem to bother him though. He collapses on the couch, pulls out his phone leaning back and scrolling through.

So I let it be. Facing El Amor once more I point out a few destinations as the plane takes off.

I'll admit, I was on the verge of shitting myself at first. Which is logical considering I am a first time flyer. But after a while I had adjusted easily.

El Amors jaw drops in awe as the world begins to darken. The sunset dims down losing life as the cold over takes its warmth.

Just as the darkness dawns to the unbearable, bright stars appear in the distance. A promise for a better day to come.

I take my little sisters hand gently whispering, "You know they say the darkest nights, produce the brightest stars,"

Her eyes widen, wonder and excitement filling her expression.

"And the brightest stars help you to find your way when your lost."

She whispers in return averting her eyes wondrously towards the night sky, maybe thinking of what could be beyond. I smile feeling proud of her answer. Maybe their is a filter to this annoying adorable child.

Checking my watch I incline my head towards Stephen who by utter coincidence stares back. Something like amazement and adoration fill his bright turquoise eyes stirring butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

My legs turn to jelly beneath me but I can't seem to remove my gaze off him as he can not me.

My heartbeat thumps against my chest creating a rhythm in my eardrums. I feel my eyes start to burn from the sensation of not blinking. That snaps me out of what ever trance I fall into and I drop my gaze to my knees biting my bottom lip guiltily.

"Another hour until landing," Stephen mutters turning his attention back to his phone.

I frown at his sudden change of heart.

The fuck is his problem...

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The plane shudders a few times before coming onto land. At first the run way has no existence to me, no living proof of its presence. Until the clouds begin to clear and the warm lights of the earth come into view.

Signaling lights flare leading the plane to a home run. Hitting the hard concrete with a thud it speeds across the lane slowing down with every further second.

Stephen grins down at El Amor saying "Welcome to Germany kid," El Amor squeals dramatically attempting to remove her seatbelt but I grip her hand preventing her from continuing.