All the Time, chapter 1

"I was a young boy that had big plans..." Sam sighed and turned off her MP3 player. She looked out her window on the plane. Everything was dark. She was on a flight from Boston to London. She was going to visit one of her close friends from school who lived there during the summer. Then she was probably going to see a Green Day concert, but she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure if she could even get tickets. She was brought back to reality, as she looked around the plane. Almost everyone was asleep... but her. She was in her own little world, again. A stewardess came by and asked her if she wanted anything.

"Umm, no thanks."

"You know the only way to really fall asleep on plane is just not to try so hard."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

The stewardess walked away.

"Yeah sure you little-" she was cut short, mumbling to herself.
"Umm excuse me miss, may I sit down here?"

"Oh yeah sure," she replied, slight annoyed that she had to move her stuff over onto her lap.

"Thanks." He replied. She noticed he wasn't that tall, maybe 5'6. He had muscular arms and his hair was spiked up a bit. He looked tired. "So, what's your name?"

"Sam," she replied looking him over carefully, to see if he was worth depriving her of sleep or just another one who wanted something from her.

"Oh, that's a nice name."

"Yeah I guess, it's short for Samantha."

"Like the witch on the Bewitched?"

"Umm, I guess, but I dont have any magical powers that I know of. So that means I won't turn you into a frog or something."

He chuckled softly to himself. Obviously he was very relaxed at this moment.
"He must not be that tired as he looks," she thought to herself.

"You have a name, or am I just going to guess using my magic powers." she teased. She was beginning to take an interest in this guy. She remembered what her parents always said about assuming. "You know what happens when you assume? You make and ass out of you and me."

"Ummm... yeah I have a name... it's umm, Frank."

"Frank," she said slowly, repeating it to herself as she looked down at her shoes through the dim light on the plane. "Well it's very nice to meet you, Frank." She said holding out her hand for him to shake. He sat there staring at it for awhile and then decided to shake it very firmly.

"Oww, you got quite a grasp there." She said shaking her hand, as if thinking the pain will go away.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize I was shaking your hand that hard. I uhh... am a drummer."

"That's ok. That's sweet! You're a drummer, thats really neat. I play the guitar. I always wanted to play the drums, I guess I never got around to it. So do I know your band, or do I have to guess?"

He looked suddenly unsure of himself, but then his face lit up and he said , "Really you play the guitar, that's cool. I can play the guitar too! I write some songs for the guitar. What are you going to be planning to do in England?"

"Somebody obviously doesn't like to talk about their band, maybe they suck, I don't know." she thought to herself. "I am going to visit an old friend from grade school. She lives here during the summer. She was actually born here, and then her parents moved here with her and her older sister when she was a baby. Then I was thinking about going to a Green Day concert, but I don't know if I can get tickets this late."

A sudden smirk appeared on his face. "You like Green Day, eh?"

A smile light up on her face. She loved talking about her favorite band to other people. "Yeah, they're awesome. They are all I really listen to really. But I'm not a teenie."

Frank started laugh. "Are you sure, you kind of look like one."

"Oh sure thanks. Yep I'm a teenie, and I'm 25 and still a teenie." She said sarcastically.

"Ha Ha. Well if you excuse me for the moment I will be right back."
"Sure, no problem." She said with a smile.

He quickly got up and walked down the aisle while flicking people's heads. Then he disappeared into the back. It was dark so she couldn't see and there were people's heads in the way. "Oh, so immature. Flicking people's heads while they are sleeping." she thought. She got her MP3 back out and finished listening to All the Time. She thought of how much he reminded her of Tre Cool from Green Day. She never met him before but based on what she heard and read about him that Frank guy pretty much described him. She continued thinking about the similarities between Frank and Tre Cool. They both are pretty much obnoxious from what she could tell, and they both are wicked funny. Same height, muscular arms, both played the drums, both were in a band, same spiky hair. If the plane was a bit lighter and she wasn't as tired she could have sworn she was talking to Tre Cool from Green Day. But she wasn't was she? "Naw, I'm probably just over tired from getting up early this morning and the time zone difference." she thought.

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"Hey C. Yeah, I'm at the airport right now. Yeah I know I don't like flying did you have to remind me? Thats fine. Ok, my flight leaves at like 8 o'clock EST and its 7 now so yeah. I'll call you when I get there. Yep. Thanks, bye."

As she closed her cell phone she looked around the airport. She saw little kids running around while their mothers trying to keep them still, she saw people hugging and crying some were departing, others arriving. She saw an army officer coming and then who she assumed was his wife crying and running towards him. He picked her up and twirled her around. He put her down gently and they kissed. At this point she was almost brought to tears. It was such a happy yet sad scene. The couple was probably away from each other long because she was guessing the lady's mother came towards them both with a tiny baby wrapped in a light yellow blanket came towards them. The man quickly embraced his mother-in-law and then very gently picked the baby up out her arms. The mother put a hand on his shoulder and was smiling warmly. She said something Sam could not hear but she was guessing it was the baby's name. The man quickly gave the baby to the mother-in-law and hugged and kissed his wife. Then all four of them left the airport happy. Sam sighed. She wished that would be her someday, having a loving husband and child to take care of for the rest of their lives.

I'm too damn young to be too late, But am I?
Yet again I'm kicking myself, And I'll be here in battle scars
Waiting for you
Waiting for you now

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She quickly snapped back to reality when she realized a hand was waving in front of her face.

"Hellooooooo....anyone home? Sam? Sam... I'll start singing the Bewitched theme song and you really don't wanna see that, well actually hear it but whatever. Sam? Helllooo..."

She quickly blinked her eyes and grabbed his hand to stop it from waving it in her face.

"So- Soo I'm soo sorry," she managed to say and dropped his hand. His hand fell in her lap, and stayed there.

"Ok Sam, play it cool. This might not be Tre, and don't be disappointed if its not. Ok, you're gonna look at him on 3. 1, 2, 3," She quickly looked up.

"Hey, you're home again. Home you're coming home again, home you're coming home again. Home-"

She quickly put a hand over his mouth to shush him. "What did you say?"

"I said you're home."

"No, before that."

"Oh, a song."

"What song?"

"If you're really a Green Day fan you would know the answer." He muttered, but lucky for him, she didn't heard him. She was too busy trying to keep it together, and act cool.

"What. Did. You. Sing. What song?"

"A. Song." He said mimicking her.

She quickly grabbed his hand that fell into her lap and dragged him to the back of the plane. In the dark. They finally made it to the back of the plane without seriously hurting or injuring people. Then she shoved him and herself into the bathroom.

"Yeah uh, this works. But don't you think I should be like dragging you in here? I haven't even known you for like 3 hours and you already want me. Wow, I must really be a babe magnet."

She turned her back to him and pressed her hands against the wall.
"Ok. I just want the truth, what were you singing?"

"First, you drag me in here to screw me, now you want answers to questions. I said a song woman, a song!"

"I want to know the name of the song." Her back was still towards him. In the dim light he could make out her figure. Skinny, short, long, straight brown hair. She was wearing a Green Day shirt. He recongized the color. Black jeans, and black converse.

"I can't remember."

God he even sounded like Tre Cool. She couldn't believed she just dragged Tre Cool into a bathroom on a plane.

"You remeber te-" she was cut off my the sound of someone tapping on bathroom door.

"Miss, please hurry up there are some people who need to use this."

"Oh god, that annyoing stewardess." she muttered under breath.

"You have a friend," teased "Frank".

"There's two. Use the other one," she said.

"You little-" They forgot to lock the door. "Why you dirty kids! OUT! OUT!" she yelled. Sam quickly got out first, closely followed by a very embarrassed "Frank." She was walking so fast she tripped and fell over a piece luggage. She was just about to fall flat on her face when he grabbed her arms. The force of her knocked him down with a load thump. That woke about half the people on the plane. The way it looked was bad. She was laying on top of him and his arms were tightly wrapped around her waist. Their legs were all tangled together. She quickly got up and went to her seat to aviod the looks of half-asleep angry people. She got out her MP3 and quickly put on Platypus I Hate You. She just wanted to sit there and hide. She couldn't wait till the flight was over. A couple of minutes later she felt a hand grasp her own. She didn't need to look to see who it was. She already knew. The touch rough but yet soft.

"Are you ok? You got up fast back there."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Naa, my head broke the fall."

She immediatley started crying and buried her face in his chest. He smelt like cologne and sweat.

"Hey, hey. I'm tough. It didn't hurt. You know I haven't even seen your face yet?"

She slowly lifted up her head, wiped away the tears, and looked straight at him.