“Now boarding flight 857,” a voice crackled over the speakers and we all stopped talking. “Could first class and high priority passengers please move to the gate now.”
We jumped up excitedly, gathering our hand luggage and trying to walk as calmly as possible. We handed over our boarding passes and, unable to contain ourselves any longer, ran down the tunnel ramp to get to the plane.
It definitely wasn’t the first time I’d flown, but it was my first time in first class, so to say I was excited was an understatement. The boys lifted our bags into the overhead compartments and we all got to finding our seats.
“Jay Jay,” I said in a sing-song voice. “Pretty please swap with me? I love the window seat.”
“Why?” he looked up from his phone.
“Because the view is pretty,” I shrugged. He sighed and scooted over to the aisle seat. I grinned my thanks and fell into the plush window seat. “Now can you tell me where we’re going?”
“Nope,” he smirked. “We’re keeping it a- ”
“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and welcome to flight 857 to the Pieza Islands,” the voice crackled again, cutting Jay off. A triumphant smile grew on my face and my phone went off in my hand.
From: It’s Taylah Bitch
AN ISLAND! A FREAKING ISLAND!
Wait no, MORE THAN ONE ISLANDS.
ISLEFWHDO;ANDELKWF WIOMG!
I laughed and showed Jay and we looked over to see her kneeling in her seat flashing us a thumbs up. The rows were separated into three lots of two so we’d been spread all over first class. Jay and I were together up the back, Tay and Nathan were up the front and Tom and Siva were in the middle with Max across the aisle from them.
“Please switch off all mobiles and electrical devices, fasten your seatbelts and prepare for take off.”
I fell back down into my chair and pulled my seatbelt across my middle. The next thing we knew we’d been shown the safety presentation and we were taking off. The plane tilted upwards, angling up into the air. I popped a couple of pieces of gum in my mouth, chewing on them to stop my ears from blocking.
The plane leveled out again and the seatbelt light went off. Jay pulled out his iPod and put his earphones in, leaning back and shutting his eyes. The TV screens had a built in feature that let you IM other people on the plane. I sent a message up to Tay and Nath and waited for a reply.
You lovebirds doing alright? – M :)
We could ask you the same thing – T ;)
Just remember we’re in a public place, so keep the making out to a minimum – N
Hating you both so much. Besides, Jay’s being a partypooper and sleeping and now I’m bored. – M
He doesn’t usually sleep on planes, he’s probably just listening to music – N
Wait, he just moved. Okay, he’s awake. – M
How long is this flight again? – M
About 7 hours – N
Are you serious? – T
Yeah, the islands are pretty far away, but they’re worth it – N
They better be – T
Friendly reminder that you’re sitting next to each other… - M
Friendly reminder that you’re a dork – N
Burn – T
“Stupid couples,” I grumbled under my breath, getting out of the chat screen and feeling around in my bag for my iPod, coming up empty. “You’ve got to be kidding me! I swear I put it in.”
“What’s up?” Jay opened his eyes, pulling out one of his earphones.
“I left my iPod at home,” I explained moodily. “I’m literally going to die.”
“Here, you can share mine,” he offered me the earphone he was holding and I shrugged and put it in, an unknown song immediately filling my ears. I leant back into the squishy back of the chair, closing my eyes like he’d been doing and let the words bump around in my head.
That was pretty much the routine of the trip. Occasionally a drinks cart would go past or one of us would have to get up and go to the toilet.
One problem I encountered was when I really needed to pee and Jay had fallen asleep with his foot rest up and blocking my exit. Yeah Nathan, he doesn’t sleep on planes. Thanks a lot. I formulated a plan which involved some very risky maneuvering on my part. I managed to stand up on the chair and step over his sleeping form, mentally thanking God that I’d worn leggings today. I jumped down off the arm of the chair and landed on the ground without falling over, score. The hostesses glared at me a little as I passed. But if you’ve got to pee, you’ve got to pee. It can’t be avoided.
“Oh now you’re awake,” I glared at Jay as he sat up to let me past.
“Sorry, I must have dozed off for a bit,” he shrugged apologetically.
“Weak,” I laughed. However, it didn’t work too well considering I yawned half way through.
“Maybe you should give it a go,” he chuckled, ruffling my hair. I didn’t even bother getting annoyed, because my curls were already so destroyed from leaning back into the chair that they couldn’t get any worse. I tried to tell him I wasn’t tired, but a few minutes later I was drifting off to sleep anyway.
I stirred a little later with my head on Jay’s shoulder. I was curled up on my seat, leaning across onto him. Whoops. I lifted my head groggily and sat up, stretching myself out.
“Morning sleeping beauty,” Tom laughed from where he was standing in the aisle. That explains why I woke up. “Just letting you know we’ll be landing in about half an hour.”
“Come on, up,” Tay ordered as she joined Tom in the aisle. “We have half an hour to become slightly decent looking before this plane lands.” I jumped up and scooted past Jay.
“You look fine,” Tom rolled his eyes as he took my empty seat. Tay just waved her hand dismissively and pulled me down the aisle to the bathroom.
Thank god first class applied to the bathrooms as well, because we could both fit in there easily to stand in front of the mirror. Maybe it looked a little suss that we both went in at the same time, but we didn’t really care.
“Oh my god, my hair,” I groaned, lifting up a limp brown mess. I quickly tied it up into a messy bun and slid a clip with a big bow in it to hide a bit of the knotty monstrosity. Tay undid her fishtail braid and did it back up again, accomplishing a perfectly neat plait that fell over her shoulder. Damn, I hate how she does that.
“Toothbrush,” she handed it over and we got to work getting rid of the terrible plane breath we no doubt had. A quick make up touch up and we were good to go.
“Impressive,” Max nodded as we came back up. The hostesses probably hated us for crowding in the aisle, but they wouldn’t say anything, I mean, they were the Wanted after all.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and prepare for landing,” the hostess spoke over the speakers and everyone rushed back to their own seats. “We will be touching down in approximately ten minutes.”
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Playing With Lightning
FanfictionThey're five of the most well known, loved and sought after boys in the UK. But to me, they're just the boys. Sure they're hilarious, talented and yes, attractive. But I mean they knew me back when I was still a gangly, flat chested loser. Not the b...
