Touch Me.

Baggage Claim

After taking care of Vikki in the hospital, it's time to go back to Paris. I'm kind of nervous. Will Cody come to me? On the plane, I have the window seat, and I'm sitting next to an old, fat guy who breathes like his mouth is on fire. I'm gonna sit next to that for the next twelve hours. The plane is taking off, and I get a little sick. I stay in me seat though, trying not to show any sign of discomfort. I watch an Adam Sandler movie that's really funny, and dinner is served ten minutes after. I don't feel comfortable with it, because I can't stand airline food. I don't know why. So I decide to skip that dinner and eat my Subway sandwich I had before takeoff. It's a little gross because the honey mustard got warm. Almost too warm. It's unsettling. The guy next to me is eating like a pig, on his third salad. Like the salad is going to help. I get sick while he eats because crumbs are streaming down his stomach, and some is coming on to my seat. He burps in my face after drinking a buttload or soda, and the girl across from him and I exchange glances. She looks familiar, and she also looks like royalty. She's wearing a vest with gold chains on her shoulders, black booty shorts and high heels. The woman has a Chanel carry on purse, I've always wanted that one. The girl is black, with light brown, mid length hair. Her eyes really pop out with her overdone makeup and she has bodyguards in the seats behind her. Then I realize it's Beyonce. This fat guy is the only thing between me and my idol. I start to feel sick again. As I stand up to go to the bathroom, I step on her carry on by accident, knocking over her makeup.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry let me pick it up." I tell her.
"It's okay. I didn't zip it up all the way." She replies. I help her pick up her makeups, and now I know her products. They are very expensive.
"I really like this lip colour." I comment about one of her lipsticks. It's really pretty red. It's probably what she is wearing right now.
"Do you want it?"
"Umm sure." Beyonce just offered me her lipstick. I should have said no, but how could anyone resist?
"Here's what, when you come back, I'll have it signed for you. If you want." I nod, and leave. That seems bitchy. It's like: everyone knows who I am and so I'm gonna just randomly give this girl my signature because I know she knows I'm royalty. I still love Beyonce though.
In the bathroom, I notice weed, cigarettes, pills and beer all over. There's smoke all over the room. The cigar is still lit and running. I put the cigar to my mouth and smoke it. I feel lightheaded. Like a jaguar in the safari. I'm free, I can do anything I want. I can roam, I can play, I won't have a care. I have no one to impress and I only care about freedom. I'm infinity on high. I'm everything and nothing. I keep smoking it. I take the pill bottles and take about ten. I drink rest of the beer. I am sitting on the toilet, feeling like a jaguar still. Who knows how long I'm in there cause people are pounding on my door screaming. So I have two choices: 1. Go out and get arrested when the plane lands or 2. Block the door and pass out in the bathroom. I go with the second one. Then everything just kind of goes downhill.

I blacked out but luckily I woke up five minutes before the plane is landed. I have to hide my tracks, so I take all the toilet paper in the porta-potty on the floor. Then I put the cigars and beer and pills at the bottom. I'm about to throw up because I touched used toilet paper like it was nothing. But anywho, I pick it up again to cover the stuff, then I walk out casually.
Beyonce smiles and hands me her signed lipstick. The plane lands a short while after, and I walk out. I get my bags checked, and I'm scared as fuck because the police are everywhere. Everyone can see me shaking like how a dog does when it rains. As I go out for Baggage Claim, I see Cody. I smile at him. Then I notice his sign for me. It says: "Sierra, will you marry me?" And I break down crying. He chose me. Over Celeste. I freeze, just crying. I didn't actually think he would choose me, knowing that all guys just want animal sex. I run to Cody, hugging him. Everyone surrounding us is watching. I wait for him to actually purpose.
He says, "Sierra, my life was empty before I met you. You made it fulfilling. You made me want to live it. When I see you I see us, and what we have. What we have is more magical then anything else. I've been only thinking about you while you were gone. I choose you." He kneels down.
"Sierra, will you make me the happiest man on the planet, and marry me?" He opens up the ring case. It's a beautiful diamond overload. I know exactly what to say.
"Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes!!" He gets up to kiss me. Cody dips me down and gives me a slow, passionate kiss. After a while, he brings me up, and the rooms begins to clap. I feel like a real princess. We go find my bags and he drives me home.
When I get to my house, I unpack everything. I have to ask Cody something.
"Hey Cody, will we use your original wedding with Celeste for ours?" I think it would be bad because it's like taking advantage of something.
"Only if you want, honey." Honey? I've never been called that before.

I think I'm going to like this engagement thing.