fic: euro trippin' (2/?)
Title: Euro Trippin' (2/?)
Author: crazygorgeous13
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Unbeta'd. All concrit welcome.
Summary: AU. Callie and Arizona meet on their breaks before college while backpacking through Europe. C/A for sure, and other characters will show up somewhere down the line.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Grey's Anatomy, nor do I make any money from this. I am just playing with Shonda's characters and will return them in almost new condition when I'm done.
A/N: First of all, can I just say a massively gigantic THANKYOU to each and every one of you who commented! I got so many more comments than I had expected and apart from being completely blown away by the response, I just want to express my deepest gratitude to you all.
One more thing: I am writing this as I go along, I have a few ideas for future chapters, but right now I’m just trying to get a feel for writing something that isn’t a one-shot. I know pretty much exactly what will be happening in the next few chapters, I’m just trying to get the pacing right, so please let me know what you think. There’ll definitely be more action in the next few chapters, but I’m just setting up a few things at the moment.
No beta, so all mistakes are mine, and concrit is always welcome.
Chapter 2: Two rows back, across the aisle.
Arizona.
The rest of our time in the airport had passed fairly uneventfully. Mostly, Teddy and I wandered around the international terminal, looking at shops. We figured since we’d be sitting for over eight hours soon, so we might as well stretch our legs while we could. Knowing that we’d be flying over night, I refrained from my instinct to get coffee while we were waiting, if I did I wouldn’t be able to sleep on the plane at all.
Here was the best thing about Teddy. Or maybe not the best thing, but you know what I mean. We didn’t have to talk. I mean, we talked, definitely. Probably more than is healthy. But we were such good friends that we could quite happily wander around in each other’s company without the need for talking.
While this was a fantastic thing in a travel companion and friend, that unfortunately left me with a lot of time to lose myself in my own thoughts. Thoughts which were currently swirling around the Latina we had been in line with. It was ridiculous! I had never fixated so heavily on a girl I’d never even spoken to, let alone met.
It was just… There was something about the girl that made me want to meet her. To speak to her. To kiss her-Hey, hold up, Arizona! I’m not sure where that thought came from. Well, actually, if I’m being honest, I do. It was a strange feeling; I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to anyone. I mean, I’ll check out a beautiful girl as quickly as the next person, but usually that’s all it is; a glance up and down, make a verdict and I move on with my life. But this girl… Ugh! Snap out of it, Arizona! This is nothing! You will never see that girl again, and this is just getting sad.
In an attempt to distract myself, I turned to Teddy, who looked happy, and relaxed. Nice to see at least one of us is starting this holiday off right.
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” I stated, for perhaps the tenth time today.
“Me either. Can you believe it was nearly two years ago that we said, ‘Hey, we should go to Europe.’?”
“I can’t believe it was that long ago… In some ways it feels like it was yesterday, but in others…” Teddy didn’t need to finish her sentence. I knew exactly what she meant. In other ways it felt like so much more than two years had passed. So much had happened, good and bad. But this trip, it was gonna be a fresh start. We were out of high school now, and college doesn’t start for four months, so we were just going to take this time to have fun, let loose, and not worry about life and all those associated messes.
Both of us seemed to pull ourselves out of introspection simultaneously.
“Still, I-”
“Would all passengers for flight VS006 please proceed to gate 36. You plane will begin boarding shortly.”
“That’s us,” Teddy remarked, somewhat redundantly.
“Yeah, we should head over there I guess…” I started to feel the nerves bubbling up in my stomach.
“You gonna be OK, babe? I’ve got your sleeping pills, anti-nausea pills and anti-anxiety medication all ready to go, remember?” She patted one of the zip-up compartments of her bag.
I love Teddy. I probably don’t say it enough. But that girl should get an award for how well she looks after me. She knows I hate being coddled, and fussed over, so she looks after me in the most practical way. And right now, that was with medication.
“Why do I always forget that in order to go overseas I have to fly, and how do I always manage to forget that I hate flying until after we’re almost on the plane?” I groaned in frustration, and rolled my neck to release some of the tension I could already feel building. I’m fine once we’re in the air and I can forget that I’m hovering several thousand feet in the air in a metal tube, but until then… Ugh, I hate flying…
“I don’t know how you do it, babe. Great skill and determination?” She proposed with a bright smile.
I chuckled despite myself; the girl really did know how to make me smile.
As we slowly started to make our way back to the gate, I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. We were rounding the corner adjacent to our gate when I saw it, that flash of red and black. No way… I thought to myself. There she was. The girl I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for the last two hours. She was standing up and walking towards the gate. My gate. She was getting on our flight.
My staring was interrupted when I was bumped into from behind.
“Ow!” I turned to look at my assailant and realized it was Teddy.
“Hey, you stop suddenly for no reason, and then have the audacity to complain when I don’t stop? Why did you stop anyway?” It was then that Teddy followed my line of vision to where the brunette was currently having her ticket scanned. There seemed to be a problem, and she was chatting to the flight attendant, who seemed flustered. I will forever be grateful to that woman for whatever she said as she was handing back the ticket, because it meant I got to watch a brilliant smile cross the Latina’s face.
“Oh. I understand now. You were too busy stalking the hot chick to pay attention to the fact that me, you’re best friend, was right behind you.”
“Wh-What?” I made an attempt to protest Teddy’s observation. “I was n--”
“Oh, whatever, Arizona. I know you.” I stopped trying to pretend like I hadn’t been doing exactly what she said I was. It was then that Teddy seemed to realize the thing that had stopped me in my tracks, and let out a quick laugh, “Oh, my god. She’s getting on our plane! Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with this one…”
“Shut up, Teddy.” I hissed, elbowing her in the side, because in her laughter she hadn’t noticed that the boyfriend had turned around to see what was holding up his girlfriend, and was now looking at us looking at her.
Crap, now he thinks we are totally insane stalkers… Probably ask the air marshals to arrest us. Can the air marshal’s arrest someone for eye-stalking someone? Even if I explain about how pretty she is? I mean, they’d understand once they saw her…
“Ow! What was that f-Oh…” Realization of why I had not-so-gently nudged her dawned, and she quickly looked away. She did, however, continue to giggle silently, her shoulders shaking with the effort of containing her glee.
I slapped her on the arm, “Seriously?! I don’t even know why I put up with you… Thanks a lot, Teddy.” I was joking of course; I loved the girl more than anyone else in the world. I started walking towards the now Latina-free ticket check-point, Teddy taking two long strides and catching up.
“You put up with me ‘cause you looove meee!” She sing-songed happily. See? One mind, sometimes.
“Seriously, though?” I asked Teddy hypothetically, “What were the chances of them getting on the same flight as us?” I swung my bag to my front to open the zip and grab out my ticket.
“Well, there are what? Twenty international flights out of Miami in this hour? So, there was about a 5% chance of her being on the same plane… In theory of course…” She grinned, knowing that I wasn’t actually looking for an answer, and was just doing it to screw with me.
I pointedly ignored her smart-ass comments, and stalked forward to the flight attendant, flashing her a bright smile and handing over my ticket.
As Teddy joined me in the corridor leading to the plane, she spoke again, “So… What would you like from Teddy’s pharmacy? Pick your poison; it’s all half-off!”
“No, I’m good.” I replied, distracted. And it was true, I hadn’t even thought about the normal pharmaceutical cocktail I normally consume prior to flying.
Teddy was so shocked at my response she almost stopped walking, resulting in her stumbling a few steps.
“Arizona Robbins? Declining medication before embarking on an eight hour flight?” Teddy asked incredulously.
“I’m not even thinking about the flying part of the next eight hours. I can’t think about anything other than the fact that I’m gonna be trapped in a small area with that girl. I’m nervous, but not about being suspended over an ocean.” I was telling the truth. I was more concerned about being in potentially really close proximity to that girl, and her boyfriend, for such a long time.
“Oh, you’ve got it so bad. Why do you always crush so hard on the unavailable ones?”
“I don’t know, babe. If you figure it out, could you let me know? It would save me a lot of time, effort and heartbreak.”
My best friend smiled sympathetically, knowing exactly what I was talking about. Making no move to placate me, she instead said, “So…. What should we do when we get in to London? I’m personally gonna be going on a regime of boy, bars and Broadway. For you we can substitute ‘girls’, but I like the alliteration of mine.” I smiled, Teddy had such diverse tastes and hobbies, and I loved it. In one sentence she could take you through the finer points of the selection process for the army, and end up somehow referencing a musical, or some fine piece of high-brow literature.
“Uh, pretty sure “Broadway” is only New York, babe. It’s called The West End across the pond.”
“Whatever. I like the alliteration. Boy, bars, and Broadway. Perfect! Especially since once we’re “across the pond” as you say, we can actually legally drink! Score one for being nineteen!”
The twenty-one thing had never really bothered us in the past, but there was something about being over the legal age which made it just that much cooler to hang out in bars and clubs.
Teddy started to ramble on as we joined the end of the line of people to get on the plane, about all the bars she’d read about, and pub crawls, which were apparently a big thing in Europe, and I zoned out, thoughts focused on one thing.
Might have to take some of Teddy’s sleeping pills after all, just to stop myself from doing something stupid…
***
Callie.
Mark and I had passed the time in the terminal playing with the deck of cards he’d been so thoughtful to bring. I had been absolutely kicking his ass at ‘Speed’ when we were told our plane was boarding.
“We should go now,” he’d stated as our flight was called, gathering up the cards on the chair in between us.
“Oh come on! I was totally beating you, and now you’re just chicken-shit-ing out of it!” I was down to about a dozen cards, so Mark had most of the deck. With one more hand I think I probably would have beaten him.
“I would’ve come back!” He replied vehemently. Mark was a lot of things, and a sore loser was definitely one of them.
“Whatever, man… I had you beat.” I stated truthfully as I stood and grabbed my boarding pass from my carry-on.
We joined the queue of people to board the plane and after a few minutes, I was handing my ticket to the flight attendant. She went to scan it as Mark passed by me, waiting in the corridor for me. The woman scanning my ticket seemed to get a bit nervous as the ticket didn’t seem to want to scan.
“I am so, so, sorry about this, ma’am.” She apologized after three tries.
“Oh my gosh, please don’t call me ma’am,” I couldn’t help but let out a light laugh and flash the poor woman a full smile, “Really, it’s no problem. It’s not like the plane’s going to leave without me!”
The poor woman smiled at me, probably grateful that I wasn’t pissed off about having to wait an extra few minutes while she manually keyed in the code.
“There you go, miss,” she said, handing back my ticket, “I’m sorry about the delay.”
Again I smiled at her, letting her know it wasn’t a big deal, and headed towards Mark, who seemed to be looking past me, with a strange look on his face.
“You alright, Mark?” I asked, leveling with him.
“Yeah,” he responded, tearing his eyes from whatever he’d been staring at. I looked over my shoulder trying to figure out what he was looking.
“Wow, what had your complete undivided att--” the words dried up in my mouth as I saw a flash of blonde hair quickly turn away, and a taller blonde woman bent over shaking.
I smiled despite myself. Even if nothing ever came of it, at least I’d get the opportunity to be trapped in the same space as the girl for the next eight hours. Now, I could only hope that we’d be sitting somewhere I could perve on her for the rest of the flight.
“Come on, Callie, let’s go sit down, the smile on your face right now is freaking me out. It looks like you’re trying to figure out how to get away with murder.”
I swatted him in the arm, “I do not! This is my happy, possibly dirty thoughts face.” I smiled widely at him as we started down the aerobridge to the cabin.
After handing our tickets to the hostess inside the door, we were directed about a quarter of the way down the plane, several rows past First Class. I was sitting on the aisle seat of the middle four seats, with Mark the next one in. After putting our large carry-on items in the overheads, I got out my iPod to listen to once we were up in the air. I didn’t want anything to distract me from take-off. I loved the feeling! It was like a big rush of adrenaline. Once we’re up in the air, I tend to get bored, and hate not being to just walk around, but take-off and landing I love.
A hand suddenly came down on my right leg. “Would you please stop jiggling your leg? I know you’re excited, but it’s making my seat bounce a little.”
He removed his hand, and this time on purpose, I started jiggling my leg up and down, smiling over at him, the challenge evident in my eyes. I could see him calculating the best way to make me stop; ignore me so I get bored of teasing him, or physically restrain me until we’re in the air? Typical boy, went with option two.
His hands came down on the offending leg, and I attempted to shake him off, to no avail. Time was, not too long ago, I could’ve removed his hands, but he really had gotten stronger in the past year, and I could see I wasn’t going to win this round. Still, the fighting spirit in me wouldn’t let me give up, so I kept squirming. Until I saw her.
She was walking up the aisle towards me, large carry-on bag clutched to her chest. She appeared nervous, and was reading the aisle numbers printed on the overheads in the middle, as in, right above my head. I was dimly aware of Mark’s hands still on my thigh, but stopped fighting completely, tension draining from my body as I took the opportunity to watch the beautiful girl walk towards me.
My first assessment of her had not done her justice, I thought, now being able to observe her much more closely. She was beautiful. There were no other words. Except maybe ‘breath-taking’. Or ‘otherworldly’.
“Ay dios mio,” I breathed, as the girl looked directly at me, and I felt like drowning in those perfect sapphire eyes.
And then it was gone. She walked past me, and it took all my self control not to crane my head around the seat and watch her, so I knew where she was. What was this uncontrollable urge I had to be near her? I am hardcore. I don’t do sissy little girl crushes on girls I’ve never met. Except for her, a little voice in my head whispered.
“Gah!” I exclaimed, becoming painfully aware that Mark had been trying to get my attention, and had given up verbally, deciding instead to pinch the thigh his hands were still resting on. I smacked his hands, and he removed them, holding them up in a sign of peace.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But I thought you had gone into a state of shock!”
My leg still hurt, and the adrenaline was rushing from a combination of blue eyes and the suddenness of pain. “You-You are lucky that I love you, you know that?” I exclaimed, probably louder than necessary.
“Every day, Callie, every day.” He leaned in, sneaking a peak backwards in between our chairs, “She’s sitting two rows back, on the other side of the aisle.” He whispered conspiratorially with a wink.
“Thanks, Mark.” And I did appreciate it. The boy knew me too well for my own good, sometimes.
The safety announcements began to play on the screens, and the soothing, pre-recorded voice began its spiel about the ‘safety features of this aircraft’ and I attempted to concentrate. Probably fairly important information, but I wasn’t paying attention.
My head and libido were two rows back, on the other side of the aisle.
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Author: crazygorgeous13
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Unbeta'd. All concrit welcome.
Summary: AU. Callie and Arizona meet on their breaks before college while backpacking through Europe. C/A for sure, and other characters will show up somewhere down the line.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Grey's Anatomy, nor do I make any money from this. I am just playing with Shonda's characters and will return them in almost new condition when I'm done.
A/N: First of all, can I just say a massively gigantic THANKYOU to each and every one of you who commented! I got so many more comments than I had expected and apart from being completely blown away by the response, I just want to express my deepest gratitude to you all.
One more thing: I am writing this as I go along, I have a few ideas for future chapters, but right now I’m just trying to get a feel for writing something that isn’t a one-shot. I know pretty much exactly what will be happening in the next few chapters, I’m just trying to get the pacing right, so please let me know what you think. There’ll definitely be more action in the next few chapters, but I’m just setting up a few things at the moment.
No beta, so all mistakes are mine, and concrit is always welcome.
Chapter 2: Two rows back, across the aisle.
Arizona.
The rest of our time in the airport had passed fairly uneventfully. Mostly, Teddy and I wandered around the international terminal, looking at shops. We figured since we’d be sitting for over eight hours soon, so we might as well stretch our legs while we could. Knowing that we’d be flying over night, I refrained from my instinct to get coffee while we were waiting, if I did I wouldn’t be able to sleep on the plane at all.
Here was the best thing about Teddy. Or maybe not the best thing, but you know what I mean. We didn’t have to talk. I mean, we talked, definitely. Probably more than is healthy. But we were such good friends that we could quite happily wander around in each other’s company without the need for talking.
While this was a fantastic thing in a travel companion and friend, that unfortunately left me with a lot of time to lose myself in my own thoughts. Thoughts which were currently swirling around the Latina we had been in line with. It was ridiculous! I had never fixated so heavily on a girl I’d never even spoken to, let alone met.
It was just… There was something about the girl that made me want to meet her. To speak to her. To kiss her-Hey, hold up, Arizona! I’m not sure where that thought came from. Well, actually, if I’m being honest, I do. It was a strange feeling; I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to anyone. I mean, I’ll check out a beautiful girl as quickly as the next person, but usually that’s all it is; a glance up and down, make a verdict and I move on with my life. But this girl… Ugh! Snap out of it, Arizona! This is nothing! You will never see that girl again, and this is just getting sad.
In an attempt to distract myself, I turned to Teddy, who looked happy, and relaxed. Nice to see at least one of us is starting this holiday off right.
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” I stated, for perhaps the tenth time today.
“Me either. Can you believe it was nearly two years ago that we said, ‘Hey, we should go to Europe.’?”
“I can’t believe it was that long ago… In some ways it feels like it was yesterday, but in others…” Teddy didn’t need to finish her sentence. I knew exactly what she meant. In other ways it felt like so much more than two years had passed. So much had happened, good and bad. But this trip, it was gonna be a fresh start. We were out of high school now, and college doesn’t start for four months, so we were just going to take this time to have fun, let loose, and not worry about life and all those associated messes.
Both of us seemed to pull ourselves out of introspection simultaneously.
“Still, I-”
“Would all passengers for flight VS006 please proceed to gate 36. You plane will begin boarding shortly.”
“That’s us,” Teddy remarked, somewhat redundantly.
“Yeah, we should head over there I guess…” I started to feel the nerves bubbling up in my stomach.
“You gonna be OK, babe? I’ve got your sleeping pills, anti-nausea pills and anti-anxiety medication all ready to go, remember?” She patted one of the zip-up compartments of her bag.
I love Teddy. I probably don’t say it enough. But that girl should get an award for how well she looks after me. She knows I hate being coddled, and fussed over, so she looks after me in the most practical way. And right now, that was with medication.
“Why do I always forget that in order to go overseas I have to fly, and how do I always manage to forget that I hate flying until after we’re almost on the plane?” I groaned in frustration, and rolled my neck to release some of the tension I could already feel building. I’m fine once we’re in the air and I can forget that I’m hovering several thousand feet in the air in a metal tube, but until then… Ugh, I hate flying…
“I don’t know how you do it, babe. Great skill and determination?” She proposed with a bright smile.
I chuckled despite myself; the girl really did know how to make me smile.
As we slowly started to make our way back to the gate, I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. We were rounding the corner adjacent to our gate when I saw it, that flash of red and black. No way… I thought to myself. There she was. The girl I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for the last two hours. She was standing up and walking towards the gate. My gate. She was getting on our flight.
My staring was interrupted when I was bumped into from behind.
“Ow!” I turned to look at my assailant and realized it was Teddy.
“Hey, you stop suddenly for no reason, and then have the audacity to complain when I don’t stop? Why did you stop anyway?” It was then that Teddy followed my line of vision to where the brunette was currently having her ticket scanned. There seemed to be a problem, and she was chatting to the flight attendant, who seemed flustered. I will forever be grateful to that woman for whatever she said as she was handing back the ticket, because it meant I got to watch a brilliant smile cross the Latina’s face.
“Oh. I understand now. You were too busy stalking the hot chick to pay attention to the fact that me, you’re best friend, was right behind you.”
“Wh-What?” I made an attempt to protest Teddy’s observation. “I was n--”
“Oh, whatever, Arizona. I know you.” I stopped trying to pretend like I hadn’t been doing exactly what she said I was. It was then that Teddy seemed to realize the thing that had stopped me in my tracks, and let out a quick laugh, “Oh, my god. She’s getting on our plane! Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with this one…”
“Shut up, Teddy.” I hissed, elbowing her in the side, because in her laughter she hadn’t noticed that the boyfriend had turned around to see what was holding up his girlfriend, and was now looking at us looking at her.
Crap, now he thinks we are totally insane stalkers… Probably ask the air marshals to arrest us. Can the air marshal’s arrest someone for eye-stalking someone? Even if I explain about how pretty she is? I mean, they’d understand once they saw her…
“Ow! What was that f-Oh…” Realization of why I had not-so-gently nudged her dawned, and she quickly looked away. She did, however, continue to giggle silently, her shoulders shaking with the effort of containing her glee.
I slapped her on the arm, “Seriously?! I don’t even know why I put up with you… Thanks a lot, Teddy.” I was joking of course; I loved the girl more than anyone else in the world. I started walking towards the now Latina-free ticket check-point, Teddy taking two long strides and catching up.
“You put up with me ‘cause you looove meee!” She sing-songed happily. See? One mind, sometimes.
“Seriously, though?” I asked Teddy hypothetically, “What were the chances of them getting on the same flight as us?” I swung my bag to my front to open the zip and grab out my ticket.
“Well, there are what? Twenty international flights out of Miami in this hour? So, there was about a 5% chance of her being on the same plane… In theory of course…” She grinned, knowing that I wasn’t actually looking for an answer, and was just doing it to screw with me.
I pointedly ignored her smart-ass comments, and stalked forward to the flight attendant, flashing her a bright smile and handing over my ticket.
As Teddy joined me in the corridor leading to the plane, she spoke again, “So… What would you like from Teddy’s pharmacy? Pick your poison; it’s all half-off!”
“No, I’m good.” I replied, distracted. And it was true, I hadn’t even thought about the normal pharmaceutical cocktail I normally consume prior to flying.
Teddy was so shocked at my response she almost stopped walking, resulting in her stumbling a few steps.
“Arizona Robbins? Declining medication before embarking on an eight hour flight?” Teddy asked incredulously.
“I’m not even thinking about the flying part of the next eight hours. I can’t think about anything other than the fact that I’m gonna be trapped in a small area with that girl. I’m nervous, but not about being suspended over an ocean.” I was telling the truth. I was more concerned about being in potentially really close proximity to that girl, and her boyfriend, for such a long time.
“Oh, you’ve got it so bad. Why do you always crush so hard on the unavailable ones?”
“I don’t know, babe. If you figure it out, could you let me know? It would save me a lot of time, effort and heartbreak.”
My best friend smiled sympathetically, knowing exactly what I was talking about. Making no move to placate me, she instead said, “So…. What should we do when we get in to London? I’m personally gonna be going on a regime of boy, bars and Broadway. For you we can substitute ‘girls’, but I like the alliteration of mine.” I smiled, Teddy had such diverse tastes and hobbies, and I loved it. In one sentence she could take you through the finer points of the selection process for the army, and end up somehow referencing a musical, or some fine piece of high-brow literature.
“Uh, pretty sure “Broadway” is only New York, babe. It’s called The West End across the pond.”
“Whatever. I like the alliteration. Boy, bars, and Broadway. Perfect! Especially since once we’re “across the pond” as you say, we can actually legally drink! Score one for being nineteen!”
The twenty-one thing had never really bothered us in the past, but there was something about being over the legal age which made it just that much cooler to hang out in bars and clubs.
Teddy started to ramble on as we joined the end of the line of people to get on the plane, about all the bars she’d read about, and pub crawls, which were apparently a big thing in Europe, and I zoned out, thoughts focused on one thing.
Might have to take some of Teddy’s sleeping pills after all, just to stop myself from doing something stupid…
***
Callie.
Mark and I had passed the time in the terminal playing with the deck of cards he’d been so thoughtful to bring. I had been absolutely kicking his ass at ‘Speed’ when we were told our plane was boarding.
“We should go now,” he’d stated as our flight was called, gathering up the cards on the chair in between us.
“Oh come on! I was totally beating you, and now you’re just chicken-shit-ing out of it!” I was down to about a dozen cards, so Mark had most of the deck. With one more hand I think I probably would have beaten him.
“I would’ve come back!” He replied vehemently. Mark was a lot of things, and a sore loser was definitely one of them.
“Whatever, man… I had you beat.” I stated truthfully as I stood and grabbed my boarding pass from my carry-on.
We joined the queue of people to board the plane and after a few minutes, I was handing my ticket to the flight attendant. She went to scan it as Mark passed by me, waiting in the corridor for me. The woman scanning my ticket seemed to get a bit nervous as the ticket didn’t seem to want to scan.
“I am so, so, sorry about this, ma’am.” She apologized after three tries.
“Oh my gosh, please don’t call me ma’am,” I couldn’t help but let out a light laugh and flash the poor woman a full smile, “Really, it’s no problem. It’s not like the plane’s going to leave without me!”
The poor woman smiled at me, probably grateful that I wasn’t pissed off about having to wait an extra few minutes while she manually keyed in the code.
“There you go, miss,” she said, handing back my ticket, “I’m sorry about the delay.”
Again I smiled at her, letting her know it wasn’t a big deal, and headed towards Mark, who seemed to be looking past me, with a strange look on his face.
“You alright, Mark?” I asked, leveling with him.
“Yeah,” he responded, tearing his eyes from whatever he’d been staring at. I looked over my shoulder trying to figure out what he was looking.
“Wow, what had your complete undivided att--” the words dried up in my mouth as I saw a flash of blonde hair quickly turn away, and a taller blonde woman bent over shaking.
I smiled despite myself. Even if nothing ever came of it, at least I’d get the opportunity to be trapped in the same space as the girl for the next eight hours. Now, I could only hope that we’d be sitting somewhere I could perve on her for the rest of the flight.
“Come on, Callie, let’s go sit down, the smile on your face right now is freaking me out. It looks like you’re trying to figure out how to get away with murder.”
I swatted him in the arm, “I do not! This is my happy, possibly dirty thoughts face.” I smiled widely at him as we started down the aerobridge to the cabin.
After handing our tickets to the hostess inside the door, we were directed about a quarter of the way down the plane, several rows past First Class. I was sitting on the aisle seat of the middle four seats, with Mark the next one in. After putting our large carry-on items in the overheads, I got out my iPod to listen to once we were up in the air. I didn’t want anything to distract me from take-off. I loved the feeling! It was like a big rush of adrenaline. Once we’re up in the air, I tend to get bored, and hate not being to just walk around, but take-off and landing I love.
A hand suddenly came down on my right leg. “Would you please stop jiggling your leg? I know you’re excited, but it’s making my seat bounce a little.”
He removed his hand, and this time on purpose, I started jiggling my leg up and down, smiling over at him, the challenge evident in my eyes. I could see him calculating the best way to make me stop; ignore me so I get bored of teasing him, or physically restrain me until we’re in the air? Typical boy, went with option two.
His hands came down on the offending leg, and I attempted to shake him off, to no avail. Time was, not too long ago, I could’ve removed his hands, but he really had gotten stronger in the past year, and I could see I wasn’t going to win this round. Still, the fighting spirit in me wouldn’t let me give up, so I kept squirming. Until I saw her.
She was walking up the aisle towards me, large carry-on bag clutched to her chest. She appeared nervous, and was reading the aisle numbers printed on the overheads in the middle, as in, right above my head. I was dimly aware of Mark’s hands still on my thigh, but stopped fighting completely, tension draining from my body as I took the opportunity to watch the beautiful girl walk towards me.
My first assessment of her had not done her justice, I thought, now being able to observe her much more closely. She was beautiful. There were no other words. Except maybe ‘breath-taking’. Or ‘otherworldly’.
“Ay dios mio,” I breathed, as the girl looked directly at me, and I felt like drowning in those perfect sapphire eyes.
And then it was gone. She walked past me, and it took all my self control not to crane my head around the seat and watch her, so I knew where she was. What was this uncontrollable urge I had to be near her? I am hardcore. I don’t do sissy little girl crushes on girls I’ve never met. Except for her, a little voice in my head whispered.
“Gah!” I exclaimed, becoming painfully aware that Mark had been trying to get my attention, and had given up verbally, deciding instead to pinch the thigh his hands were still resting on. I smacked his hands, and he removed them, holding them up in a sign of peace.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But I thought you had gone into a state of shock!”
My leg still hurt, and the adrenaline was rushing from a combination of blue eyes and the suddenness of pain. “You-You are lucky that I love you, you know that?” I exclaimed, probably louder than necessary.
“Every day, Callie, every day.” He leaned in, sneaking a peak backwards in between our chairs, “She’s sitting two rows back, on the other side of the aisle.” He whispered conspiratorially with a wink.
“Thanks, Mark.” And I did appreciate it. The boy knew me too well for my own good, sometimes.
The safety announcements began to play on the screens, and the soothing, pre-recorded voice began its spiel about the ‘safety features of this aircraft’ and I attempted to concentrate. Probably fairly important information, but I wasn’t paying attention.
My head and libido were two rows back, on the other side of the aisle.
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