Trust Me

With you?

       I take my suitcase, my handbag, and my carry on all with me as I run toward the airport doors. I'm about to miss my flight, but that's not happening. Again. Yep you heard me. The last time I tried to get to Stanford University all by myself, I missed by flight just as the lady working the gate closed the door going inside herself.

       Luckily for me, there's no line at the check in and the airport staff go through my bag real fast. Huh maybe I might make it in time. I head straight for my gate, 234, running with my carry on bag's wheels screeching on the floor. I'm gonna make it!! I really am!

       THUMP!!
I fall to the floor 
       Oh no, no no no no no. This can't be happening. I look over to the person who I just bumped over.

Andy
Oh my god
I've known him since middle school, we  got into the same high school too (in New York! The high school application process is HIGHLY COMPETITIVE)
I wonder where he's going to collage?

       "Oh my god I'm so sorry Andy, but I gotta go see ya!" I say, gather my stuff, then go back to running.

       After a while I realize that Andy's running behind me. What?

       I don't stop running

       He doesn't either

        I get to the gate!!! On time, without any help! I get inside the plane and slide into my window isle seat. Ahh. Collage here I come.

       But wait. Andy.

       "Um is this seat 57?" Andy says

       "Well I'm sitting in 56 so yeah." I say slowly because I'm still not sure what Andy's even doing here. Andy's the chill, and cool kinda guy, ya know? In middle school he was kinda a jerk, but honestly I think he got his act together in high school. He laughs and makes you laugh, I think he's a good guy. Maybe. But what do I know, I've never really talked to him. Well yeah sure I have but like really talked to him and hung out with him.

       "Hey um Andy?" I ask

       "Yeah?"

       "What are you doing here? I'm sorry don't take that the wrong way but I just find it really weird that we're on the exact same plane, sitting right next to each other." I take a deep breath, wow, here's a thing you should know about me. I'm now really great at talking. Like actually expressing my feelings.

       "Honestly, I have no idea why I'm on the same plane as you, sitting right next to you. I'm going to Stanford." Andy says. I widen my eyes, trying to make sure that I'm hearing this right. He got into the same college as me too?
Wow. Like I really didn't expect that. But what was I expecting? That he got on this exact same flight to be with me? That's actually funny, as if that would actually happen! He probably doesn't want anything to do with me.

       "Oh my gosh, I got into Stanford too." I laugh.

       "Wow that's such a coincidence, huh, oh well." He says, turning on his headphones after, that last part, oh well, kinda messes me up. What does that mean? He didn't say the words as if he was disappointed we got into the same collage. His words were more upbeat, but... You know what, whatever, it doesn't matter.

       I reach into my handbag for a book, get it out and start to read. It feels weird, reading like this, next to him. I don't know why and it shouldn't feel like this. But it does. Every time I look down I see Andy's shiny blue shoes. They're those basketball ones.

       When the food comes, I dig in. When I taste the mashed potatoes, it takes all I have in me not to puke all over the shiny blue basketball shoes. I move over Andy and dash toward the bathroom. Then I let it all out. Wow I haven't had food that disgusting since ... well I can't remember.

       When I get all cleaned up and ready I go back to the seats. I try to step over Andy's feet, but I trip over the book I was reading. Darn, the only time books don't back me up. I fall right into Andy's lap. His brown eyes widen as I grab onto him so I don't fall. His brown hair is all ruffled up now. Ugh oh no. What did I do? Why did I do it?

       "I'm so so sorry." I quickly get up from his lap and fall into my chair. "I honestly didn't mean to do that, I'm really really sorry, it won't ever happen again." I say, pleading him to forgive me.

       "Its ok, at least you didn't puke all over my new shoes." Andy says, smiling.