Just us

Chapter 1

I've lived in France my whole life, it is nice here, don't get me wrong, but it is not all that is cracked out to be. I mean I lived here for so long and I think I know what I'm talking about. When you are a tourist you come here and see all of the amazing sights, but you never truly experience the feeling of living here for years, it's not all glitz and glamour. People here are hard workers, but with that comes a lot of stress, they don't know how to enjoy life, they are always so tired, and never have free time. That is partially the reason why I decided to move to Italy.

I packed my bags, ten suitcases to be exact. Those are just clothes and little stuff, I'm not bringing my furniture tho, I sold it all so I can afford to go on this trip. I work in photography so it's easy for me to just leave everything behind. I love my job because of the fact that people enjoy seeing my work, it takes them to a different place even though some of them can't go there and see it in person, they can still admire those amazing sites from my pictures.

I looked at my place once more, I put all my bags into the taxi and said goodbye to my friends, actually they are more like acquaintances than friends. They live in the same apartment building as I do, or now did, but I never seem to let them in or feel like I can open up to them. Maybe that is why I am leaving this town, this country, to change. I've looked out of the window kind of teary eyed. I know I said I wanted to move, but I was scared of the unknow, and the change of scenery is not the only reason I am going to Italy. There is a therapist there and I think he can help me with my... I don't know, problem? I'm really not sure what it is that I need help with but, I have a feeling he knows the answer.

-This is your stop sir.

The driver told me as he was exiting the car to get my stuff, I exited ass well and took my bags, and started walking towards the airport entrance. I will admit, I'm kind of scared of airplanes, not because I am scared of the heights, it's because this is my first time flying. This is all so stressfull, and this is a big trip, not like I'm going to some holiday.

-Damn, why am I so tense?

I sad that to myself as a way to try to make me feel more comfortable with this. I shook the feeling off, and started to look for a cart to help me push my bags inside, as it seemed like it will start to rain. Out of the blue one girl walked up to me and started helping me with my stuff, she smiled and just took the cart that was standing near us and placed my stuff in it. I hesitated at first, but after she finished I just said something out of courtesy.

-Am thanks, I guess.

I started to push my cart as a way to get in, and move away from her, but she just started to talk, not enabling me to do so.

-No problem! I saw that you were wandering around like a confused sheep, so I decided to help you! Hi my name is Mone! So where are you going with this much stuff?

-Mone, thanks for your help, but I don't feel like telling a total stranger where or what am I doing, or going for that matter. You can leave now.

She smiled kind of ashamed and moved away from me. I sat down not thinking anything about it, I was just waiting for my plane to arrive so I can finally leave this place.

-Airplane heading to Italy is now ready to board. All passengers please come to the boarding station.

Waiting in these long lines is tiresome, they need to take all of your stuff and touch it with their dirty hands, just to check if you're trying to kidnap somebody or murder them. I am not saying that doing that is unnecessary, but come on they can find another way to do that, I think technology is advanced enough. It was my turn so I started puting my bags on the table for them to look through my things. The lady who was checking my bags looked at me weirdly.

-Ten toothbrushes? What do you need all these fore?

-I am going on a very long trip, so yeah.

-You know you can buy them everywhere, this is a bit of an overkill if you ask me.

-Am, yeah I guess.

Like anybody asked her, this is such an invasion of privacy, and when the hell did I buy ten toothbrushes? I am so confused. She placed my bags away and let me get in, my seat was near an exit and next to the window. Perfect! I can take pictures for my blog, and I am going to have a lot of leg room. I sat down and started to get comfortable, as comfortable as you can be in an airplane. I think this trip is going to go well, maybe if I fall asleep it will help with my, am, flight fright.

-Coming through, coming through! Please make way. I just need to slip through, make just a bit of space.

I looked up and saw that nosey girl, she is on the same flight, oh amazing, I couldn't have wished for anything better. I don't know why I have such animosity towards her but she just ticks me off. She smiled at me and sat down, great, just great.

-Oh whell what a coincidence this is!

She said fairly excited, like I didn't just tell her off about twenty minutes ago.

-Sure is...

I really didn't want to talk to her, I never new why do people just start talking to everybody like they know them. It wirds me out like, I could be a killer, or she could be for all I know, oh yeah, the invasion of privacy now seems okay. They check through her stuff, maybe she is not a killer, but it's not like a killer or two didn't slip thorugh airport security, this is so confusing. I think I will just mind my own business and so should her. I mean we are not friends, how is she so happy to see me, she has no reason for such feelings...or maybe she is faking it? But she seemed so genuine, I could not imagine that she would think like that, not all people are out there trying to get you but, I guess you never know. I need to be cautious around her, I won't let my gard down.

-Sir would you like some refreshments?

The stewardess asked me with a big smile.

-I am fine thanks, maybe later.

-And you miss?

-Oh I would like...

Her voice started to sound faint, so I looked at my window. All of a sudden I got a headache, and everything started to get blurry.