The next morning, I woke up tangled in white sheets. Oh no. What had I done. My heart sank when I looked to my right. No Trey. Where would he go? Was he just as embarrassed about this as me so he just ran off? What if I like him? What if I want to be with him not Aron?
All the thoughts swirled in my mind until I just stopped thinking about it. I slid out of the bed and through his red Abercrombie shirt on. I checked my watch and noticed I had missed my shift at the bar along the beach side. Real smooth Kierra..Really. I plopped onto the couch and turned to FlashNews. "Aron?" she questioned. She blinked her eyes quickly to make sure she was really living this. Aron was right there on Flash. "Perfect," she sighed. Now a knock sounded at the door.
"Uh.. who is it?" she questioned. "It's just Trey!" she heard him call back.
When she opened the door he handed her a cup of hot chocolate. She couldn't help but to notice him gazing at her whole body now. She could understand that though, because all she had on was his t-shirt.
"Kierra, let's go someplace," he whispered. He reached for my waist and brought me so his head could be resting on mine. "What do you have in mind?" I perked. It took him a while to answer. "Want to go to Paris?" he asked trying to smile. I honestly couldn't breath. I jumped into his arms. "Yes, Yes, Yes!" I cheered like a little girl. He had done it again.
He smoothed his hands down down my whole body. "You should probably get something on," he said. "What, why?" I questioned him. He reached for his pocket and pulled out two tickets with Paris written along the top. "Get packing," he whispered.
*30 minutes later*
I suffed as many outfits that I possibly could into my purple suitcase and through it on the bed. My appartment looked empty without clothes thrown everywhere. I grabbed a frame from my desk and studied it. The picture was of me and Aron. My heart sank as I thought about him for a minute. Out of anger, I through the frame at my wall, grabbed the suitcase, and took off.
A voice sounded over the intercom giving all the passangers a heads-up that the plane would take off in 5 minutes. I couldn't find Trey but I just thought that he had run to the bathroom. I shut my eyes and put my head in a comfortable spot preparing for the long ride. Just as I was about to fall asleep my phone rang. It was a text because it had that little Tweet ringtone set for texting. It was from Trey saying that he had been put on the next flight because they couldn't board all passengers on one plane. Atleast he was okay. "Now, sleep can be my bestfriend," I said to myself. I closed my eyes then felt a hand touch mine. "Oh wow, I thought you said you were on another plane?" I giggled. No reponse. "Trey?" I asked peeking over to my right.
Oh my god, Aron. "What are you doing? I said loudley.
"Keep it down, Buttercup! Relax and let sleep be your bestfriend," he whispered.
I started thinking of the possibilities of who sent me the text from Trey's phone. "Where's my boyfreind?" I asked.
"Oh boyfriend? A one night stand and now he is your boyfriend? Your going to Paris with the guy you just ran into?" he scoffed.
"Yup, now answer my question!" I demanded.
Now the plane was starting to lift off the ground. "We will just say there's no second plane sweety. So, how about you sit back and enjoy your flight," he mummbled.
"You can't do this!" I yelled. People now had their eyes focused on me. Aron used his same old fake laugh to shake the eyes off of the two of them.
"I can and I will babe. What can't be done, is leaving the real man for some guy of the street," he laughed.
"He is the real man," I whispered, thinking that Aron wouldn't hear me.
"Wow," he responded.
Kierra Raye was now on a plane to Paris with Aron Hanes, and Trey was no where to be found. Trap set.. Ready... Set... Wounded.
My eyes popped open when a tall lady tapped me on the shoulder.
"Drinks or snack?" she questioned.
I shook my head and turned to look out the airplane window. Then, a message popped up on my laptop screen that started me to jump. I opened the email. It was from Trey. I couldn't believe that I was actually hearing from him again.
"Sorry. I know you are probably mad or upset that I missed our flight and I'm sorry. I ran into Aron and I told him he ought to look out for you until we met up again. Now, your probably even more upset with me but I wasnt going to send you off to Paris alone babe.
Sincerely,
Trey.
Aron was sleeping beside me and the whole plane was silent. His gorgeous eyes. Gorgeous face. Gorgeous body. Gorgeous hair. Gorgeous voice. Why wasn't there that one missing personality piece?
I slid my laptop onto my lap and opened it quietly. I went into the photo booth and started way back in 2011. The first picture was of Aron and I kissing by a pond in the park. I small smile slipped past my lips when I saw the next picture of he and I at the circus. Man, weren't our faces priceless on that ride.
"That was a fun day," Aron said in that scratchy "wake up" voice.
"It was," I said quietly as a small tear slipped down my face.
"For the love of god don't cry. I absolutely hate to see you cry Kierra. Whether you believe it or not, your pain is my pain," he begged.
I looked into his eyes and he used his thumb to wipe away the tear my my lip. Just then, he kissed me. It was a heated kiss and I didn't really know why I accepted it. I slid closer to him in my seat and draped my arms down around his neck.
"I miss you. I can't stand not seeing you walking around the house with your long white t-shirt draped around you with your long wavy brown hair hanging down your shoulders," he wined.
"Two nights," I said.
"Huh?" he replied seeming confused.
"Trey isn't going to be here for another two nights, which gives you and I some time I guess," I explained.
"Ok," he said smiling.
I turned back around in my seat and let the tension in my bones fade away.
"Please make sure your all ready, please shut off phones as we are now ready to land," a voice sounded over the intercom of the plane.
Now, since the plane was loud with voices again, I tured to Aron and we kissed. No tension. No heartbreak. No anger. Just kissed.
