A Fork Stuck In The Road., chapter 4
I looked out of my window when I had finally found my seat and sat down. I wondered how long it would be before I came here again. My thoughts were interrupted by someone accidentally leaning on me to try and get there luggage in the overhead locker.
"Oh, sorry!" the person turned around to face me.
I looked at him. He had shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing tracky daks and a loose blue tee. He looked about thirty.
"Your right!" I said smiling at him.
He took a seat next to me.
"Well, this is a long plane ride, so we might as well introduce ourselves. I'm Jason," he said, holding out his hand. I noticed he had an American accent and several tattoos on his bare arms.
"I'm Emily," I said, shaking his hand.
The seat belt sign lit up.
"Please do up your seat belts, the plane is ready for takeoff. This is expected to be a very bumpy flight, so don't be surprised if we hit some turbulence later on," a voice over the loud speaker said.
"Great," I muttered.
Jason flashed me a smile. "Good thing we got business class tickets then, huh?"
I grinned back. "Yeah. Hey, you like Behind Crimson Eyes?" I asked looking at his blue band tee.
"Yeah, they're awesome. You like them?"
"Yeah, I listen to them a lot. How'd you get a band tee? They haven't started touring yet!"
"Well, I could say connections, but I just went into the merchandise section on the website, duh!" he grinned goofily at me.
"How old are you?" he asked me.
"How old do you think I am?" I asked playfully.
"Errmm...about twenty two?"
I giggled quietly. I loved it when people thought I was older than I looked, I always took it as a compliment.
"Lower."
"Twenty."
"Lower."
"Nineteen."
"Lower."
"Okay," he put his hands up, "I give up, how old are you?"
"Seventeen."
His eyebrows shot up. "You look a lot older than that," he said, "in a good way."
I smiled at him.
"How old are you?"
"Thirty two."
I nodded and then pulled out my iPOD from my handbag. I switched it on, and spent the rest of the ride listening to my music, talking to Jason, and watching movies.
I must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I remembered was Jason shaking me awake, telling me that we had arrived in Oakland.
Everyone was already out of the seats, and into the isles, trying to reach for their bags in the overhead lockers. Jason got out of his seat and into the isle, getting his bag down. I just sat there, waiting for the rush of people to thin down, and Jason was swept along with the moving queue. He waved to me, and then he moved along even more. It was another half an hour before I actually got off the plane itself. When I did, I scanned the crowd in front of the arrival gate to try and find Adie. Instead, I saw Billie Joe smiling and waving to me, next to what looked like the rest of the Armstrong family, but it was hard to see because there were people everywhere.
I smiled and walked over to them.
"Oh, sorry!" the person turned around to face me.
I looked at him. He had shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing tracky daks and a loose blue tee. He looked about thirty.
"Your right!" I said smiling at him.
He took a seat next to me.
"Well, this is a long plane ride, so we might as well introduce ourselves. I'm Jason," he said, holding out his hand. I noticed he had an American accent and several tattoos on his bare arms.
"I'm Emily," I said, shaking his hand.
The seat belt sign lit up.
"Please do up your seat belts, the plane is ready for takeoff. This is expected to be a very bumpy flight, so don't be surprised if we hit some turbulence later on," a voice over the loud speaker said.
"Great," I muttered.
Jason flashed me a smile. "Good thing we got business class tickets then, huh?"
I grinned back. "Yeah. Hey, you like Behind Crimson Eyes?" I asked looking at his blue band tee.
"Yeah, they're awesome. You like them?"
"Yeah, I listen to them a lot. How'd you get a band tee? They haven't started touring yet!"
"Well, I could say connections, but I just went into the merchandise section on the website, duh!" he grinned goofily at me.
"How old are you?" he asked me.
"How old do you think I am?" I asked playfully.
"Errmm...about twenty two?"
I giggled quietly. I loved it when people thought I was older than I looked, I always took it as a compliment.
"Lower."
"Twenty."
"Lower."
"Nineteen."
"Lower."
"Okay," he put his hands up, "I give up, how old are you?"
"Seventeen."
His eyebrows shot up. "You look a lot older than that," he said, "in a good way."
I smiled at him.
"How old are you?"
"Thirty two."
I nodded and then pulled out my iPOD from my handbag. I switched it on, and spent the rest of the ride listening to my music, talking to Jason, and watching movies.
I must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I remembered was Jason shaking me awake, telling me that we had arrived in Oakland.
Everyone was already out of the seats, and into the isles, trying to reach for their bags in the overhead lockers. Jason got out of his seat and into the isle, getting his bag down. I just sat there, waiting for the rush of people to thin down, and Jason was swept along with the moving queue. He waved to me, and then he moved along even more. It was another half an hour before I actually got off the plane itself. When I did, I scanned the crowd in front of the arrival gate to try and find Adie. Instead, I saw Billie Joe smiling and waving to me, next to what looked like the rest of the Armstrong family, but it was hard to see because there were people everywhere.
I smiled and walked over to them.
