Criminally Insane

"Can I Take a Picture of You?"

"What the-"

"Language, little one."

I shot up from my seat and my ears started ringing. "What are we doing on a plane, Rowan?" I asked in a demanding tone.

Rowan placed down his newspaper and sighed as if he was really annoyed. He took his glasses off and ran a hand over his face before looking at me. His hair fell back into his eyes. "We're flying."

"You don't say," I remarked sarcastically with a blank face.

"We're going home," he responded with a grin on his face.

Relief settled in before confusion took over me. "Why do I need a plane to go home?" I asked.

He smirked. "We're not going back to your old house. We're going to my house."

"But we're on a plane." I kept emphasizing 'plane' so he could notice how confused I was.

"You didn't have a passport, so I had to pull some strings to get you on this plane. You owe me." Was all he said before returning his gaze to his newspaper.

Realization settled over me as I remembered everything. "He's obsessed with me. I could use that to my advantage," I mumbled to myself. "I could use that to my advantage and get away from him." Yes!

A dull dinging noise sounded out of the speakers and I looked up. "The plane has landed in Barcelona, Spain. Please keep seatbelts buckles to ensure safety," a woman's voice sounded over the speakers.

"Can I take a picture of you?" Rowan's voice filled the room.

I turned around to make sure no one else was on the plane, and that he was in fact speaking to me.

I pointed to myself in confusion and he nodded, a grin taking over his face. "Why?" I asked.

"I want to show Santa Claus what I want for Christmas."

I groaned in embarrassment and smacked my head before massaging my temples. I looked at him. He wasn't smiling.

"Wait-you're serious?" I asked.

"As serious as HIV."

He froze and a frown took over his face.

I opened my mouth to speak and we both said the same thing at the same time. "That's a terrible comparison."

I looked at him and we both started laughing.

What was I doing? Laughing with the enemy?!

"How old are you Rowan?" I asked him.

"25," was his short answer.

I bit my lip and looked down at my lap, fidgeting with my hands.

"Why do you ask?" He asked.

So that when I call the cops, they can run a background check on you. I need to know everything about you.

I shrugged. "No reason."

The answer seemed to not have satisfied him so I gave him another answer. "You have a faint beard."

"Mmhmm," Rowan responded to me, raising an eyebrow of suspicion.

"I think you're handsome, too," I said through gritted teeth. It was the truth, but told at the wrong time.

He smiled.

He was certainly beautiful.

"I think this is the part where I attempt to seduce you, you fall in love with me, and then i impregnate you," he said.