Going Full Throttle

Chapter 3 - Tyler's POV

"Bro, you're going to love O'Hara." Scotty bounced in his seat next to me. He looked like an excited little kid as he stared out the airplane window.

"So you've said," I replied dryly as my eyes roamed across the aisle towards the flight attendants. One looked up from her work and caught me staring. A blush crept over her cheeks when I didn't break eye contact. Instead, I cocked a light smile and nodded in her direction. 

"What's this place, anyway?" I turned back to Scotty. "How did your family end up with a cabin in Canada?"

"Ma's Canadian," he gestured lazily towards his parents in the row across from us. "She moved to Cali when she married Dad, but she always missed home. He finally got tired of her complainin' and bought the Clearwater cabin. We've spent most summers there since."

"So when was the last time you were back then?"

Scotty relaxed back into his seat and adjusted his hat. "Two years ago? No... three. Yeah, it had to have been three because Pia wasn't eighteen yet."

"Pia?"

"My cousin," Scotty smiled. Obviously, Pia was a cherished relative. "She's a good kid. A wild child," he added with a laugh, "but a good kid."

"Kid?" I prodded.

Scotty narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes, kid. Technically, she must be about twenty now, but as far as you're concerned, she's a kid."

"Hey," I held my hands up in surrender, "I was just asking."

"Good," he said slowly, still with a hint of distrust. His face relaxed as he chuckled inwardly. "Ma and my Aunt Ava always told me I was in charge of keeping her safe, but damn that girl made it hard. I'd fricken blink, and she'd be up a tree or trying to see if she could swim to the middle of the lake."

"Alright, Cap, I hear ya loud and clear. She's important."

"Very important," he agreed.

The flight attendant who I'd made blush got up from her seat and walked behind a drink cart, flicking her gaze back to me as she worked.

"Is there anywhere you can't pick up women?" Scotty grumbled from next to me.

"Why? You think she's interested?" I raised a cocky eyebrow and couldn't stop a smirk from growing.

"Well, from the looks she keeps sending over here, I'd bet she's hoping for a layover with Tarzan."

"Don't fucking call me that," I snapped as Scotty laughed at his own joke. Some online gossip websites had given me that nickname last year when I'd started growing my hair out. It was almost annoying enough to make me shave it off. Almost.  My hair wasn't even that long I assured myself as I ran my fingers through it.

I put my tray down as the flight attendant got closer. I couldn't help but feel like every time she slowly bent over to ask people what they wanted; it was a show for me. For one thing, she didn't seem to be able to stop her gaze from flicking over to make sure I was still watching.

"You boys want something to drink?" she asked coyly as she leaned down towards Scotty and me. I noticed she had popped the first two buttons of her blouse open, giving me a straight shot down her neckline to her full breasts. Somehow that small gesture made her standardized uniform go from frumpy to pornstar.

"Jack Daniels on ice, please darlin'," I said. I intentionally let my accent come through thicker then leaned back for Scotty to order.

"Have any fun plans for O'Hara?" she asked as she dug my glass into the ice bin.