I get to my gate about an hour early. I'm nervous but so excited that I'm doing this. I didn't fit in with anyone there in that town. They were all so perfect and put together and I'm just tired of trying to live up to those crazy high expectations.
Since I still have about another 45 minutes until boarding I decide to go get a coffee or something since I have nothing better to do.
With my coffee warming my cold hands I wander around the airport a bit more, wasting time until my flight. Going into the numerous souvenir shops with the awful little trinkets and hideous t-shirts.
After I'm done with that I find my way back to my gate and wait. They've already begun pre-boarding for the old people and the kids traveling by themselves so it won't be long now.
I just sit by myself and continue watching the people board. There are so many kinds of people to see in a airport. I always try to imagine what their life is like, or what they're thinking. It's funny how even though we're all completely different, we're ending up on the same flight. Our journey so far has brought us together even though I may have absolutely nothing in common with these strangers besides a particular destination.
Finally my boarding section is called and I step upon the plane. I walk down the isle of endless seats, trying to find the one I was assigned. I finally find it and it looks like I have the middle seat, that's great. The person beside me might be getting a lap dance if I have to go pee.
I put my headphones in and mentally prepare for the twenty one hour flight head of me. It's not that I dislike flying or anything. I can watch movies, listen to music or whatever. It's just I get so anxious and am constantly looking at the clock every hour to see how much time we have left until we land. It's a bad habit that can only be fixed if I sleep so that's what I plan on doing.
Right when I'm finally comfortable a boy, about my age, with obviously dyed, bright red hair taps on my shoulder.
"Um sorry but I have the window seat..." He says awkwardly
"Oh okay" I say making way for him
They can make a piece of metal fly but they can't think of a way to make seats more accessiable? ? Like is it really that hard??? That was so fucking annoying!
Once he settles in and I sit back down he begins talking.
"That is one of the main reasons I hate airplanes" he says chuckling, his Australian accent thick
"Me too! It's so awkward!" I say laughing along with him.
"I'm Michael by the way" he says giving me a wide smile
"I'm April." I returning his smile
"I like you shirt, April." He says gesturing to my All Time Low t-shirt
"Oh thanks. Yea all time low is great."
"Favorite song?" He asks curiously
"Oh god are you really going to make me choose?"
"Yes" he says smirking
"Hmm okay "damned if I do ya" or "just the way I'm not". I can't choose between those two."
"Good choices" he says nodding his head
We kept conversation going like this for the next few hours. He was definitely cute. He had that whole "punk rock" thing going for him and trust me it was working.
We eventually both got tired and decided to sleep. It was a long flight and we were going to need all the sleep we could get since we were flying halfway across the world.
