Hiraeth

A clumbsy pair

CRASH
Seated outside the gate number for our flight, right opposite the souvenir and snacks shop, a loud glass shattering sound echoed throughout the level. Ivana had left me just moments ago however, I didn't listen to her as she explained where she went as I was too busy listening to the great works of Billie Eilish.

The sound came from the souvenir shop
where I previously brought my apple juice and crisp. Just thinking about them made my mouth water but I was leaving them for on the plane. Cant be hungry in the sky now can we?
As for the noise, some idiot must have dropped some mug or plate. Damn they're unlucky since when I went in there those pieces looked pretty expensive, well to be precise they didn't look expensive but actually were very expensive. Ah inflation.

I replace my headphones into my ear when moments later Ivana walks out of the shop smiling guiltily and suspiciously. I narrow my eyes "what happened?"
She breaks out into laughter right there and then.
"Ivana. Explain."
"I was in the shop and," she cracks up again.It was getting quite embarrassing since the people next to me were giving us strange looks.
"I dropped something." She managed to let out after taking a deep breath.
"Oh my god. That was you." Now I join her laughter. To think I was cursing and feeling bad for the person who dropped it .Shes so stupid.
"They made me pay for it even though it was there fault for not closing the package properly." Ivana whined
"How much was it?" I ask curiously.
"15 eUrOs. IT WAS A TINY ESPRESSO CUP. Why was it so bloody expensive?"
She looked contemplative as if truly wondering why a tiny cup would be so expensive.
"It's an airport everything's expensive."
I say smiling.
She's so stupid but cute sometimes. She'd kill me if I ever said that to her though. I mean me being 17 and her being 19. She should find me cute.

"Okay grab your things our planes ready for boarding. Anthea?"
She asked.
"Hmm." I respond still busy gathering my bag of food and hand luggage.
" Try not tripping or dropping anything like you did at least 50 times already."
"Heyyyyy, you dropped that espresso cup so you can't talk." I say sticking my tongue out and running forward.
Guess what happened then.
I tripped over my suitcase right into the arms of this really cute, gorgeous guy.
Just kidding I fell straight onto the floor my saviour the cold, hard marble.

"AHAHAHAH!" Ivana ran up to me "I told you to be careful... well indirectly told you."
My butt was on fire. I guess that's what happens when u land directly onto it. I could've punched Ivana for being so right, right now. Instead I pulled her down with me. She, being too busy laughing her head off, didn't even notice until she was a heap of mess on the floor right beside me. Now it was my turn to laugh.
Ivana gave me the death stare for like two minutes then began cackling with her witchy laugh. Of course I joined her.

So there we were two teenagers on the floor laughing their heads off with suitcases and hand luggage discarded around them. Being right outside the gate didn't help since the long cue witnessed the whole incident.
Oh well who cares as I said before it's not like I'll ever see them again.

"Okay." Said Ivana standing and dusting herself off. A grin still plastering her face.
"Come on we need to join the cue."
Slowly I stood, the pain in my arse refusing to leave me. Ugh traitor.
Dusting myself off too, I grab all my things and me and Ivana join the end of the cue.

**

Seated in our seats in the plane me of course at the window seat, since Ivana sat on the way; I put my seatbelt on. Ivana's headphones were plugged in so I poked her.
And then poked her again.
Then reached to do it again, but this time she grabbed my finger.
"What do u want?" She said in an irritated tone.
"You know how I wanted to sit at the window seat on the way to Italy but u ran ahead and said I can sit on the way back." I ramble rapidly.

"Yeah I remember. How's that important right now?"

"You know how I cursed you then saying I hope u get some old, annoying man sit next to you on the way home."
Ivanas eyes narrowed. I think she could see where this was going. She looked up to where I was looking and I prayed that this man looking around 50 , quite overweight whilst letting off some nasty burps , would sit next to Ivana and guess what,  he sat right next to her.He looked at us disapprovingly, shook his head then began rubbing his bare feet.
Ivanas face twisted in disgust and she looked like she was gonna die.
Laughter pure and distinct erupted from me.
"I ... I told you I have a special luck when it comes to planes."
I wheezed struggling to form words.
"Your a real bitch you know that right Anthea."
"I'm your sister if I was any less than a bitch you'd be disappointed." I said innocently.
She restarted her music and sank into her seat leaving me with a hint of laughter. Man I love her.

The plane journey lasted for around two hours. For Ivana I think it lasted a few years but I guess that's what happens when you keep me from a window seat. I felt guilty for a while then realised she's done worse to me. Instead I looked satisfyingly to my drawing off plankton from spongebob, phineas from ,of course, phineas and ferb and mulan. I especially loved mulan from a young age as to me she represented strength and her morals were accompanied by justice for everyone. She proved to everyone the equality between men and women whilst saving a country in a dress. I think you can say she's pretty awesome. I also indulged in my crisp and juice so I came off the plane pretty satisfied.

"Anthea are you sure you haven't left anything behind?" said Ivana.
"Yep. I'm definite."
The chill of London greeted us as we left the plane and into the breeze. Home sweet home.
I miss Italy already but I certainly don't miss their heat and mosquitoes. Ah well I'd probably go again soon since Aurora part time lives there.

I love her in laws. Im glad she found such a perfect family to settle into. She deserves every happiness that comes her way.
Woah there comes sentimental me again.

I look to the London sky as Ivana and I leave the airport. It was now 12 almost midnight and the full moon was high and mighty. The stars accompanying the moon in their voyage for the night. I'd always had a special place in my heart for the night sky. Its glories so unlike others. It reminded me of a modest person as the dark amplified any light. I once read a quote 'only in the darkness can you see the stars.' And I have never agreed with anything more. but a funny thing is I'm afraid of the dark but only in special circumstances for example if I'm alone in the dark. How that works I have zero idea.