The Space Between

Chapter 4

I hate planes. The height. The turbulence. The food. I took one whiff of my airplane dinner, and proceeded to spend a half an hour in the bathroom puking my guts out.

As the plane got lower and lower in the sky, my fear grew and grew. I felt bad for Bri, who had held my hand and soothes my fears almost the entire trip. Seven long grueling hours later and here we are, exiting the plane.

My stomach churned painfully as we walked to find our bags. All the fear and stress from the flight was coming out. As soon as I grabbed our suitcase off of the baggage claim, I muttered, "Bathroom," to Bri and ran.

I lunged into the nearest stall and proceeded to puke up whatever was left in my stomach.

"Ugh I hate flying," I groaned as I pressed my pounding head against the cold tile floor.

"Tell me about it man," someone said from the stall next to me.

"Back in New York I didnt have to worry about my fear of heights cause I never went anywhere. The minute I got on that plane I realized how screwed I was."

"I hear ya man, that sucks. One of my brothers gots really bad motion sickness, and I know it sucks for him when he's puking his guts out."The stranger told me with a laugh.

"Yeah, I'm surprised I have anything left to puke up." I flushed the toilet and walked over to a sink as I spoke. Just as I began to splash water in my face the stranger came out.

He was a bit taller than me with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. The man looked maybe a year or two older than me, and was currently rocking a sick leather jacket.

"You okay man?"

"Yeah just got to get out of this airport and get some sleep."

As the stranger washed his hands he said, "Same here guy, just got too find my twin and my younger siblings."

"No way man you got a twin? I do too." I told him, excited to meet a fellow twin.

"Wow what are the odds," he asked with a laugh as we walked out of the bathroom. "Since were puking buddies I should probably tell you my name, I'm  Connor."

"Daxton," I responded as we shook hands.

"So where you headed Dax?" He asked with a laugh.

"Good question man. I have no clue. I left my sister out here when I ran in there. I have no clue where she is."

"Hmm," Connor said as he pressed a few buttons on his iPhone 11. "My bro is waiting at a little cafe a ways down. Maybe she is somewhere over there."

"Yeah maybe, you mind if I walk with you cause I have no clue how to get there."

"Course my dude, it will be good to have someone to talk to." Off we walked through the crowded halls, as I glanced around for Briella.

"So Dax you just passing through or..."

"Nah," I replied with a sigh. "Me and my Sis are moving up here to live with our sperm donor."

"Sperm donor. Ouch."

"Eh its the truth man. The guys a jerk but we have nowhere else to go."

"That's rough man," he told me solemnly. A smile grew on his face as he informed me, "If you or your sis ever need a place to crash or get away my doors always open."

Now I was smiling at this person who I just met that was now offering me a place to stay. "Thanks man that means a lot."

"No problem Daxter, thats what friends are for." At the word friend I almost forgot to keep walking. I never had a friend before. Just people who would hang out with me because I was popular. They used me to go up the social hierarchy and then left me in the dust. To be fair though, Bri has it worse as she had zero real or fake friends.