Far From My Home [COMPLETE]

Chapter 8: A Perfume Allergy

Y/N's POV

I don't think I've ever been this excited for something in my life.

I literally spent the past week planning exactly what I want to do, what I want to see, who I want to see it with…

That last part was a little depressing, considering that, before recent events, I wanted to do it all with Peter. But now, I'm perfectly happy with MJ and Harry, neither of whom want me to be by myself. I feel like they've made it their personal mission to not let me have a single minute to myself, like it'll send me down a spiral of depression. 

News flash, been there, done that.

Anyway, I'm currently boarding the plane with MJ and Harry, secretly hoping that I'll get to sit next to at least one of them.

Alas, fate had other things in store. 

I follow the stream of people in front of me onto the place, glancing at my ticket for my seat number. In finding it, I'm met with the two people I was hoping to avoid for the next 8 hours and 49 minutes. 

Well, really just the one person. Ned was just collateral. 

I make brief eye contact with Peter and Ned and instantly decide that I'm going to stall for as long as possible before taking my seat. 

"Yo, Parker!" I hear the annoying voice of Flash Thompson call from first class. I glance behind me to see him holding an alcoholic beverage. Of course. "This is called an airplane. It's like the buses you're used to, except it does over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them."

I don't know what came over me, but I stop walking, turn around, and call out to the flight attendant. "Ma'am, he blipped," I begin by pointing at Flash. "So technically he's 16, not 21."

"Classic Y/N, right?" Brad says from behind me. Honestly, I'd rather be sitting next to him than where I'm stuck right now.

I reach up to put away my carry on, but can't even reach the compartment. Brad quickly comes and helps me out with it, cracking a few jokes, too. I'll admit, I laughed, but mostly just to annoy Peter, who I could feel was watching me. He and Ned were muttering about something, even though I couldn't really hear exactly what they were saying, I caught the word "Brad" and knew my petty plan was a success.

Crap, I have to sit down now.

In one last attempt to get out of an extremely uncomfortable 9 hour flight, I crouch next to MJ who's sitting next to Betty Brant.

"MJ, can you switch seats with me?"

"Why?" She clearly didn't see who was sitting in my row. Betty is not-so-subtly eavesdropping on the convo, so I don't want to tell MJ directly that I'm not going to sit next to my ex, so I come up with something else.

"My perfume allergy," I say. Really, Y/N? That's the best thing you can come up with?

"You're allergic to perfume?" Betty asks with disbelief. 

"Uh yeah-"

"Y/N has a perfume allergy?" Great, now Mr. Harrington's involved. "I can tell you from experience that perfume allergies are no joke. Are you boys also allergic?" Mr. Harrington asks Peter and Ned. Just great. 

"Uh-" Ned begins, but is cute off by an oh-so-understanding Mr. Harrington.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. C'mon let's get you guys out of there. Harry, you switch with Peter. Ned, switch with MJ, Y/N you come take my seat next to Brad."

(The seating arrangement, if anyone's interested, is: Harry and MJ on the left. Y/N, Brad, Mr. Dell on the right (first row). Ned and Betty on the right (second row). Mr. Harrington, Peter, Ethan on the right (third row).)

He rambles on some more about how he can feel himself breaking out in hives. 

I grab my backpack and plonk myself next to Brad Davis. Using a compact mirror, I discreetly look behind me and see Peter turn pale as a sheet. 

He's sitting next to Ethan. Oh, not even I'm that cruel.

I look to my left and see MJ and Harry already deep in conversation. At least they're happy. I give Harry a small thumbs up, making his smile even wider. 

Finally, I turn to Brad who's sitting next to me. On his other side is an already snoring Mr. Dell. 

"I have a dual headphone adapter so we can watch something together," he smiles at me. 

Maybe Brad isn't all bad… but I'm still not interested.

"Okay, how about a documentary?"

I just realized that this is going to be a long book…

Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed this short chapter. 

Be prepared for plenty more of petty Y/N and jealous Peter. 

Love you guys 3000 <3