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Mackenzie: 18
Johnny: 18

Mackenzie rolled her suitcase along with her as she boarded the plane and looked for her seat.

To her surprise, her seat was already occupied by another person.

"Excuse me sir, this is my seat," she said quietly.

"I'm afraid not. Can't you see I'm sitting here?"

"Yes sir, I can see that but I chose this seat when I booked."

"And so did I. I don't see the difference here."

"Excuse me ma'am, you're blocking the passageway for our passengers. Could you please move," a flight attendant told her.

"Well I could move but I don't have anywhere to go. This man is occupying my seat," she retorted.

"There must be a mistake. Ma'am, Sir, may I see your boarding passes?"

They both handed her their boarding passes and awaited while she inspected them.

"Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Smith, I'm going to run a quick check on the system please wait here. Oh and Ms. Ziegler please move out of the way."

Where the fuck am I supposed to go?

"You can sit on my lap while you wait," the rude man smirked.

Mackenzie glared at him.

How dare he?! First he takes my seat then asks me to sit on his lap!

"The names Ben."

"Yeah well I never asked," Mackenzie spat.

He shrugged and began to flirt with the girl next to him.

Ok what the fuck.

Just as she was about to find an empty seat, her name was called over the intercom.

"Mackenzie Ziegler, Mackenzie Ziegler. Please head to the Captain's cabin."

She groaned and started to trudge through passageway.

"Ms. Ziegler, unfortunately there was a technical problem in the website and two people booked the same seats. Because it's policy, Mr. Smith did book the seat first and he also sat in the seat first. Seeing as there are no empty seats in Economy class nor First class, you will be sent to an empty seat in Bussiness class is that okay?"

"Yes absolutely!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Ok then follow me."

The flight attendant led Mackenzie through the curtains. It was like a whole new world!

There was of course a bar like every typical cliché high class airplane.

She of course was underage. There was an option to use her fake ID. But on an airplane? No thank you.

"Here is your seat Ms. Ziegler, seat 18G," the flight attendant said, cutting Mackenzie out of her train of thoughts.

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