The Misadventures Of Shyla And Davie.

The Misadventures Of Shyla And Davie. [7]

Davie's POV::

"Never gave a shitt. Replationships? Fuck that shitt!"  

I started laughing. Shyla and Yana were great. They were up front, singing along with BOTDF like their life depended on it. It made my day 1000x better.

Shyla turned around and looked at me.

"Ooh! Mocking our singing skills, are you now?"  She made this Omg-You-Douche face. I laughed harder. She rolled her eyes and tossed her hair like a prep. More laughter. She growled. Yana gave me a look, and I raised my eyebrows. She twisted the volume dial and I swore the windows would shatter all over the highway.

"(Get downn!) I saw shawty dancing on the floor. Im kinda nervous to approach her though. She's so stylish, like a supermodel. Should I meet her? (Yes I think you oughta.)"

Family Force 5 blared through the speakers.

"OhMyGod! Davie! Look! The airport!" Shyla screamed, pressing herself against the window.

I nodded. Yana turned the music down, low.

"The stuff for you two is in that bag right behind the backseat.." she said.

I leaned over the seat and grabbed the small back-pack. I opened it up. Inside was a plastic bag with two I.D.'s in it. In another bag, were two liscenses. In another, was cash. And in a fourth, was a small stack of papers. Shyla reached and jerked the bag from me. After sifting through it, she looked at Yana.

"You're the best big sister ever." She said, sinicerely.

Yana had tears in her eyes. I heard a muffled 'Mhm.'

"Don't cry! Why're you crying?!" Shyla yelped.

"You guys are just kids..." Yana said as she pulled into the parking lot at the airport.

"Don't worry... We can look after ourselves." Shyla said.

"I'll take care of her." I interjected.

Yana nodded.

"Alright! Go! You'll miss the flight if you stay much longer."

Shyla and I got out of the car, grabbing our things from the back. We watched Yana drive away, waving until we couldn't see her car anymore. I reached for Shyla's hand. She slipped hers into mine. We started walking towards the doors.

"I feel like we're together." she said out of nowhere.

"Me too." I smiled.

She tucked her hair behind one ear. I squeezed her hand and we walked through the sliding doors.

"Jesus..." She said after seeing all of the people there.

"Terminal 9!" I said, dragging her through the crowd.

We fell into the chair-thingers outside the doors that led down the hall-thing that connected with the plane. Shyla giggled. I laughed.

"Mehh. That was.... Exciting." I said.

"Yess'm." She replied.

"I'm not a ma'am. I have a penis.." I said.

"Sorry! Yess'ir?" She laughed.

At 9.20, we boarded the plane. It wound up that we weren't next to eachother. She made a horrified face. She doesn't like flying alone, even if alone means that who she's with isn't next to her. I looked around, and walked up to the man who was supposed to sit next to me.

"Sir?" I questioned.

"Hm?" He looked up from his magazine.

"I'm with my friend and she's terrified of being alone on planes. Would you possibly switch spots with her?"

"Which one is she?"

I pointed at Shyla, half-way down the aisle, gnawing on her lip.

"She's a keeper." He said, standing up, and speaking a bit louder, "Yes, I'll swap seats with your lovely girlfriend."

Shyla turned bright red. The man walked down the aisle, bowed slightly to her, and sat down. She ran up the aisle. Throwing herself into the seat, she glared at me.

"You said I was your girlfriend?!" She hissed.

"Actually.... He just assumed..." I replied, sitting next to her.

The pilot's voice came on just as a stick-thin brunette sat in the last seat in the row. She gave us a slightly disgusted look and Shyla stuck out her tounge. Soon enough we took off. Shyla crashed out, leaning on the window. I smirked and drank a water that an attendant had brought for me.

--7, loveliess.