I was flying home to LA after visiting my friend, Reagan in Dallas for just over two weeks. The visit was great and we had a lot of fun, but there's nothing like being home. Spending time in Texas only confirmed to me that I could never truly survive anywhere else. LA had become home to me ever since I moved there ten years ago, but it wasn't where my heart was.
I always hated flying and for some reason my nerves got the best of me this morning. My stomach was upset and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep my breakfast down. Sitting there with my leg bouncing up and down, I took a few deep breaths. I glanced down and read the text from Reagan asking me to call or text when I landed. I immediately shot a text right back, stating that the next time we plan a visit, she can be the one to travel.
I held my phone and earbuds in my hand as I waited patiently to board the plane. All I really wanted to do was find my seat and get comfortable so that I could listen to some music to pass the time. This trip was supposed to be calming and help with my anxiety, but unfortunately, it only seemed to increase it.
As I took my seat, I watched all of the other passengers fill the plane and almost died when I saw him, and felt disgusted when I realized that he was taking the seat next to me. It was almost as if I couldn't breathe. He was staring at me and I watched the smile on his face rapidly begin to fade when I rolled my eyes at him.
I was a mess and on the brink of a full blown panic attack, partly from the idea of having to be on a plane again, and partly because of who was currently seated next to me. Does he always do this, sit among the regular everyday nobodies? It was just absurd because he never used to.
He wore sunglasses to try and disguise himself and I couldn't help but laugh, thinking 'as if that would stop people from recognizing him'. I looked around shocked that no one else appeared to notice him. After a few minutes he finally looked at me and spoke. "What are the odds of being on the same plane? What are the odds of being sat next to you?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, you're telling me." I didn't really want to talk to him and hoped that he'd just shut up and ignore me for the duration of the flight, but I didn't think that would actually happen.
He pulled his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose as he chewed his gum. "So, yeah that's just our luck, right, being seated next to each other?" He asked, gazing down at his phone.
"Well of course. This is my luck all the time. Isn't that just crazy?" I rubbed my sweaty palms against my legs and tried to make myself breathe normally. I had a feeling that before this flight ended we would be ready to kill each other.
I pushed the earbuds into my ears and tried to get lost in some music. If I wasn't taking part in the conversation, then he'd have to entertain himself, right?
Wrong. After getting myself to relax, I closed my eyes and had one of the earbuds ripped from my ear. "What are you listening to?" Without waiting for my response he held it to his ear and I frowned, knowing that he would hear his own band.
He pulled his shades off and grinned at me. "I fucking love that song!" I waited for another sarcastic remark, but he said nothing else. Still holding the earbud to his ear, he tapped his foot to the rhythm of the music and I looked out the window trying not to pay attention to him. When the song finally ended, he crossed one leg over the other and let out a chuckle. "I appreciate the fact that you choose to remain a fan of my band after all that's happened between us. You always did have excellent taste in music."
His eyes are so beautiful, he was beautiful. How can someone have a perfect face and yet be such an ass?
Yanking the earbud from his hand, I moved over as far as I could in my seat. "The music that I listen to is no longer any of your business and do keep your hands to yourself." The truth was, I missed him so much it still hurt, but he was the one who cheated, and I promptly ended the relationship soon after I found out. "Jesus, don't you have your latest victim, I mean girlfriend to text?"
