His teammate

Chapter 17 - Can't believe his here

My breathing is heavy and my mind is thick. I still can't believe who it was that sat on the chair next to mine when I got on the plane, it's just crazy. I look over at him on the chair beside me sleeping. His head is leaning on the back of the chair and his mouth is slightly open. I look at his features, which I never get the chance to do otherwise. His jaw is strong, his lips are pink and look soft, his hair is laying in a frenzy to the side of his face underneath the beanie. He's wearing the same white t-shirt and black sweater that he wore to dinner, along with a pair of blue jeans.

When I see him stir, I close my eyes in the attempt to seem like I'm sleeping too. I can hear, and envision it in my head, that he's stretching and rubbing his face from sleepiness. We've been on this plane for almost nine hours now and haven't said too many words to each other.

When the shock finally settled in a little, I had gotten out an 'umm..eh..what..um..' so yeah, that made sense. He had understood me though and given the answer 'I thought you needed someone, and apparently Daniel wouldn't be that one, so...yeah...' he had mumbled and I saw his lips move, but the words didn't register in my head. I was a little irritated with Daniel, I had thought he would help me. Lea took the big position right away, making sure that everything got done when I had problem even breathing. What did Daniel do? Nothing. Staring at the table. I though he at least would've help with the flight, or driven me home, or anything.

Isn't he like my best friend? But I can't think about that right now. Now I have this to deal with. Link is sitting in the chair next to me on our way to Philadelphia. Link. What the hell? I don't get why he is here. I don't know what to do about it either. We should probably talk about it, but I can't open my eyes and do it. I pretend to be sleeping and have been for the last eight hours, the first hour I just sat still, staring at the chair in front of me in shock.

My eyes shoot open though when we hit turbulence and I gasp. I really don't like flying and these flights are too long. Eleven hours on a plane? That was torture. I look over at Link who smiles sheepishly at me, I look down and see that I had grabbed the armrest in panic and his hand was on there. I quickly released my hold and laid my hands in my lap.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon reach our destination, the wind has been on our side and we will land in an hour." The woman in the speakers tell us. An hour? That's earlier than I thought. Oh no. What should I do? I don't even know how to deal with dad and the sudden death on my wonderful aunt. It's so weird that she's not here anymore. I feel so bad for not visiting more often since I moved.

I feel my breathing getting heavier. She was such a good woman, she was like my second mom, or first since I didn't have one.

What will my dad do? Now he's all alone. Maybe I should move back for him. I feel my eyes tear up. I haven't really had the time to cry about this, everything got so stressful before I left. I look out the window on the other side of the aisle as I feel a tear run down my cheek. I try not to sob or give any indication to that I'm crying. I should probably go into the bathroom, but my legs feel too weak.

All of a sudden I feel Link take my hand and hold it firmly. I can't look over at him, my tears has started to flow freely down my face and I shake with the tears. His presence makes everything worse and better at the same time. I don't know how to deal with him, but I ignore that fact now.

After crying for half an hour or so, I dry my cheeks and pull my hand back from Link's. That was a little weird. I take a deep breath as the flight attendant tell us that we're about to land. I know that I will have to be strong for my dad, that's why I let the crying out, he can't see that part of me right now. I need to help him, he can be the one crying, not me. I will have to keep my feelings in check until I'm alone.