We Found Love

fourteen

The weather was extra cold today when we left the apartment and drove to the airport. Since where we were going is warm all year long, the warmest articles of clothing I had were the hoodie and leggings I was already wearing.

"Oh, thank goodness for heating," I say as we walk inside the airport. As usual, there were paparazzi and fans trying to get a glimpse of August and I. Other than Jennie and the camera crew, we had extra security surrounding us.

"Emery! Emery!" Two male fans try to push past the guards, which results in one of them bodyslamming me. Feeling a sense of deja vu, I brace myself for impact when someone grabs my hand, pulling me up before I could fall to the floor.

I blink and find August's hands intertwined with mine. I tried my best not to react, but my cheeks flamed up and I gripped my luggage, suddenly feeling timid.

"Keep your head down," August mutters to me. "I'll guide you." I nod and keep my head down. I couldn't help but smile a little, my heart pounding. Realizing what I was doing, I quickly changed my expression, keeping a straight face on.

We soon reach the check-in and go through security, ending up at our terminal.

While August and I sit, waiting for our flight to be called, Jennie hands each of us a handheld camera. "Obviously we can't just whip out the big cameras, so use this while we're on the plane and up until we are settled in at the resort." She instructs us.

I turn on the camera and my reflection appears. "Hi," I say to the screen. "Right now we're at the airport, just waiting for our flight to be called. Right next to me is August," I turn the camera to show August, who smiles and waves. "And I don't know about him, but I'm excited to escape the cold and feel some sun!"

Talking in front of a screen reminded me of my old dreams of wanting to be an internet personality. I laugh at the memory and August glances at me. "What's funny?"

I quickly stop laughing and clear my throat. "Nothing. Just thinking about the time where I would make vlogs around the house, pretending I was internet famous." Much to my surprise, August cracks a smile. I smirk. "What? Like you didn't do that!"

"I didn't," August replies. "I was more of the aspiring musician, so I would record videos of myself playing guitar and singing." I smile, imagining a teenager August with the long hair and braces recording videos at home. Two teenagers making videos at home, hoping to earn their chance of fame.

An automated voice rang throughout the terminal and called our flight. We were able to be one of the first people on the plane and inside, I tried to place my carryon in the compartment.

"Do you need help?" August asks me, watching me struggle. I shake my head and continue to attempt to put it up when I hear a sigh.

"What?" I ask, curt.

"Just let me," August begins to grab my duffel bag when I give it one more push, the bag safely in the compartment. I smile proudly and sit at my seat, glancing out the airplane window.

Moments later, August sits next to me and Jennie looks back at us, her seat in front of ours. "You can prop your cameras on the headrests so you don't have to carry it during the whole plane ride."

So we do what was suggested and soon, the airplane began to move. A flight attendant did the usual run-through of airplane procedures and then we took off.

For some strange reason, I didn't mind turbulence. In fact, sometimes I looked forward to it. I look to my right and find August, eyes shut and him clenching the armrests. He must be uncomfortable, I think, staring at his anxious expression.