In Fair Verona

XLVII

I hum as I wait for the plane to take off. Something I do sometimes when I'm nervous.

Again, I check my phone for a text. A small habit I've picked up the past week or so, checking my phone every five minutes.

When I see there's no text I look back up and out the window.

I'm bored already and I start to feel depressed. I don't want to go back to Vancouver.

Then I get a little annoyed.

Maybe I should just text Isaac. If it's driving me this insane. He's mad at me after all, why would he be the first one to text?

Whatever, he's probably site seeing or whatever you do in Europe.

"The smiths," someone says from behind me so I snap my head around.

Beside me is a boy with curly black hair and dark brown eyes.

"What?"

"What do you mean what? You were humming a song by the smiths."

I shift in my seat so that I'm facing away from the window.

"You know the smiths?"

"Clearly," he says. He's got a attitude. "But it's only because my brother plays them all the time. Every car ride."

"Oh yes must be tragic," I joke.

"It truly is," he says fixing his hair. "Well, a true tragedy is having to deal with Mumford and Sons all these years. I can stand the smiths but Mumford and Sons..."

"You don't like Mumford and Sons?"

Isaac would be screaming at this kid right now.

"Try listening to, what is it? A god damn Banjo? Anyway, that sound for twelve years."

"Age gap?"

"Ah, yes he's twenty seven."

"And you are?" I asking raising an eyebrow.

"Eighteen."

Why is everyone already eighteen. I'm still seventeen.

"Though, nineteen on Wednesday. You?"

"Seventeen," I groan.

"Now that's tragic."

"Tell me about it," I say rolling my eyes.

Angsty teen.

"Three days till you can drink," I say.

"Legally," he says. "Age hasn't stopped me though."

I'm not sure how to end this conversation considering I'm sitting next to him but I actually don't mind.

"What're you going to Vancouver for?"

"I live there. You?"

"Visiting some people."

"How long you stuck there for?"

"Couple days," I say. "Four."

"I'll be nineteen by the time you leave."

"And I won't be eighteen for another two and a half months."

The plane begins down the runway.

I notice he's got tattoos on his hand. His ears are pierced as well. He's in a grey hoodie and jeans and has a black bag at his feet.

He smirks a bit when he notices me staring. I almost don't notice it.

"You going to Vancouver alone?" He asks leaning back in his seat.