Skye's POV
Song:All the Faint Lights by Steve Moakler
I swear this pilot doesn't have his licience or he's drunk.We are going over so many turbulannces,I feel like I gonna be sick.Brandon must've noticed my pale skin,since he grabbed and handed my a brown sack bag thing.How nice of him.I hope you guys know,I was being sarcastic.I'm a very sarcastic person.Everything,well mostly, that leaves my mouth is sarcastic.Can't help that.
"How much longer?", I whined,wanting off this death trap."30 minutes".Thank god,I can't handle another hour of this.I was about to just get up and grab a parachute and fly out.That's how sick I was of this.It was silently killing me.I just want to breath fresh air.I blame the guy in front of us.I nicknamed him Smelly.Then Brandon,of course,made me be nice.
The one thing I didn't miss was him making me be nice.I'm not a nice person.Especially in the morning.I was a grouchy grinch.Even if I already had my morning coffee.Without it,World War 3 would start.Not lying.I would be so pissed off at everything that I looked at,heard,or smelled.
"We are beginning our descent.Buckle you seatbelts." Damn,didn't even say please.Jerk.But I already,and everyone else,had our seatbelts buckled because of our pilots terrible flying.Right now,I want to sneak into the Pilot's cabin and see if the smell of acohol is there.If so,I get a coffee and food from Starbucks.I love their lemon pound cake.I'm a white girl,can't help it.
As we landed,Brandon grabbed our bags while I sneaked past the pilots cabin,sniffing for any weird smells.A sharp smell filled my nose.Yep,beer and whiskey.Drunk pilot.And I trusted my life in this dude."So who won",Brandon questioned,appearing out of thin air."Won what?",putting in as much sass as I could."The bet"."I did.He was passed out drunk".Brandon grabbed my hand and lightly dragged me off the death trap(a.k.a the plane).We grabbed out luggage,a black duffle for him and a camo duffle for me.And don't judge,I'm not a girly-girl.I prefer explosions and fights over kissing in the rain and romanic shit.I am a cold-hearted bitch.
And plenty of people agree with me.I've became this many years ago.Queue flashback.....Eh.I'm too lazy.We clambered into a taxi and rode back to his house.Our house.Yeah Yeah.We are a weird combination,Talia and I.I turned and snuggled into Brandon's shoulder,oblivious of my surroundings,and dozed off.
