Mary Poppins is just <3. Okay so I may or may not be on a sugar high... Hueh hueh hueh.
Will was not kidding when he said he didn't like flying. He walked on and grabbed the seat for support. "We haven't taken off yet."
"Doesn't matter."
"Will, at least you were born into these kind of planes. Planes back in 1940 Italy were not nearly as safe as now." I said it a little too loud, which gave me some strange looks from the people behind us.
"Sorry, he's a history geek."
"Yeah. It's almost like I was born during the Holocaust." They smiled, and as soon as we had turned back around he elbowed my playfully.
"Cmon, let's watch Terminator."
"Ew, no. Not when they have The Fault in Our Stars."
"Do you really want to do that to yourself?"
"I can make it this time."
"Whatever."
We did not end up watching it because I changed my screen before I started crying on the plane. Apparently, about ten other people watched, judged by the sobs.
"I'll be back." Arnold Schwarzenegger said, then died.
I looked over at Will. Asleep. And drooling all over my shoulder. I closed his mouth, but didn't move him.
"Bad fate huh?" The woman across from me smiled kindly. "Stranger or do you know him?"
"I'd like to think I know him." I smiled, holding up my right hand. It is custom for Italians to have their ring on their right hand, when Americans put on either.
"Oh, are you two engaged? That's adorable! I'm Kristen." She extended her hand, which I gladly shook. She seemed nice.
We ended up talking the entire flight. All too soon, the intercom came on.
"This is your pilot speaking, we'll be landing in roughly fifteen minutes so please strap your seatbelts on and put your tables up. Welcome to London, England."
Will started with a jerk. "Welcome back. Tired much?"
"A little." Oh really?
"Mmhm. Go back to sleep."
"No point now. We've got half an hour or so." He grabbed a book.
"Don't you ever get tired or reading? Don't you get tired of anything?"
"I haven't gotten tired of you."
"Well that's because you love me."
"I love reading too." And with that, he buried his nose in Wicked: The Trials and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West.
I tried to read over his shoulder, but couldn't make any sense of it. "What kind of names are those? Elphaba? Frex? Nessarose? Madame Morrible?"
"It makes sense when you read it."
"Why isn't there any mention of an actual witch in there?"
"It's explained when you read it."
"Wait, is that guy bisexual?"
"Yes."
"For someone named Turtle Heart?"
"Yes."
"Gods, apparently glass isn't the only thing he blows. That's smut."
"I'm not going to get any reading done with you am I?"
"Of course not."
And then the flight was over, and we walked into London.
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.
That was a long line of hehe's.
Okay. I probably will get another update out this year, and then I'll call it a year. :D
Okay sorry. Well not really but you know what I mean.
Kisses,
Satan, (Oh Danny Boy) Lord of Feels.
