Short story of the five bros

Part Two - A Late Liftoff

Paige's POV

Maybe if we all start saying gaydreaming a lot, it will catch on and become a thing. My goodness, that would be wonderful.
Carolyn and Clara are buzzing with conversation like always, even though Clara does seem a bit more nervous and quiet than usual. I wonder what could be the matter. Maybe she's just dreading to be in Paris with such superior people as a tourist. That never bothered me, but it seems like it might her.
I'm mainly concerned about the lack of good service in here. That woman just totally bitched to Carolyn, and I wonder if it could get any worse. Best not worry about it now, since I'm already here.
On an airplane.
To Paris.
I'm excited and scared at the same time - what's gonna happen?
.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaand GAYDREAMING.....
X3 you can't blame me, the Parisian women are fantastic...
Being the only gay Bro, I am usually alone in thinking about Parisian women. Just imagine; long, dark hair; perfectly pouted, glossy lips; wide, black lined eyes surrounded with thick long lashes... No man, or bisexual (me) could resist such a beauty. I was totally prepared to woo the woman of my dreams on this trip. I had exchanged a significant amount of my savings to the European currency for purchasing flowers, candy, and tours, of course. And with all of this money I planned to find the girl of my dreams and hold win her heart. Whenever I talked about this with the Bros, they simply scoffed and rolled their eyes and made some half-assed lesbian joke.
Sitting back in my seat I look up at the seatbelt light and glare at it, wishing it would turn of so I could go take a piss. (Okay so that was a bit vulgar but oh well this is how my mind works. I'm probably the most like a dude out of all of these guys.)
<AN : GAYDREAMING scene very graciously written by rainbowdancerpaige so give her the credit for this not me. I had to have her write it since I'm straight and I don't quite know how that works (I'm not homophobic, just not creative enough) CX>
I am pulled quite suddenly out of my gaydream with Carolyn's voice. I turn from the window toward her seat, but she's not there.
I quickly check in the hall in front of me and behind our seats, and I don't see her.
"-AND SERVICE HERE IS INCREDIBLY, MASSIVELY SHITTY!"
Then I realize.
Her voice is coming from the pilot's intercom.

My jaw drops and I turn front and center, seeing Clara with a pale face, silent, and Sarah blushing, trying to hide in the corner. Johnni remains with her face toward the window, headphones on, head bobbing in small increments.
Then, it occurs to me that I'd almost expected this to happen and I slowly begin to clap and laugh. Clara looks at me, terrified. She stands, shaking, and blots for the pilot's cabin.
This is most certainly the best trip I've ever had. Ever.