We met on the plane..., chapter 1
I walked down the small isle to my seat, 19C an aisle seat; hopefully I wouldn't have to sit next to someone too annoying. I sighed, and shoved my backpack under the seat in front of me. Soon a father and his sleeping son came down the aisle and stopped at my seat.
"Uh, I have 19 A and B," the man said.
"Sorry," I said standing up and letting him set his son down in the middle seat and moving over to the window seat.
"No problem," he said as I watched him carefully buckle up his son and set him upright in the seat and then buckling himself and falling asleep. Soon the plane took off, and I took out my sketch pad, and started drawing. About a half an hour into the flight the little boy woke up.
"Hi, I'm Frankito," he said to me.
"Hello Frankito, I'm Molly Jo," I said.
"Guess how old I am?" He asked excitedly.
"Uh, 10?" I asked.
"No," He said shaking his head.
"23?"
"No!"
"I don't know I need some help," Even though I knew he was about 5 or 6.
"I'm six years old!" he exclaimed.
"Wow," I said.
"So what are you drawing?" he asked pointing to my sketch pad.
"A guitar, I couldn't think of anything else to draw," I said.
"Draw me!" he exclaimed.
"Ok, you have to sit still though ok?" I said smiling.
"Okay." He posed for the picture and I drew him quickly knowing that he wouldn't want to stay still for long.
"WOW!" he said when I finished, "Cool!" I just laughed. For the next hour Frankito told me excitedly about pretty much everything he could think of. As he was telling me about how he lost his tooth two days ago and had gotten 1 whole dollar his father woke up.
"Hey little Frank stop bugging this nice lady," he grumbled his voice still full of sleep.
"It's fine," I said smiling.
"Yeah dad, she's cool" he laughed.
"Well then let me introduce myself," he said. "I'm Cool, Tre Cool".
"Well Cool, Tre Cool I am Molly Jo," I said shaking his hand. "You're the drummer in Green Day right?"
"You're a fan then?" he smiled.
"Yeah, since Kerplunk," I said smiling.
"Wow don't meet many of those anymore, mostly just American Idiot fans," he said.
"Well it was a pretty awesome record," I complimented.
"Thank you," he smiled.
"Molly?" Frankito asked.
"Yeah Frankie?" I replied.
"Frankie? No one calls me that," he said forgetting his question.
"Well is it okay if I call you Frankie, you can make up a nick name for me," I reasoned.
"Ok, from now on I will call you Molls," he said excitedly. I smiled, he was a really cute little boy, and looked a lot like his father.
"So why are you going to New York?" Tre asked.
"No reason, well see my mom died about this time last year, I just needed to get away, and I love New York and plane rides... so here I am," I rambled.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
"It's okay, I just find it easier to get away," I replied.
"I am taking Frankito to visit his sister, Ramona, Truthfully his mom died about this time a year ago too," he said quietly.
"Uh, I have 19 A and B," the man said.
"Sorry," I said standing up and letting him set his son down in the middle seat and moving over to the window seat.
"No problem," he said as I watched him carefully buckle up his son and set him upright in the seat and then buckling himself and falling asleep. Soon the plane took off, and I took out my sketch pad, and started drawing. About a half an hour into the flight the little boy woke up.
"Hi, I'm Frankito," he said to me.
"Hello Frankito, I'm Molly Jo," I said.
"Guess how old I am?" He asked excitedly.
"Uh, 10?" I asked.
"No," He said shaking his head.
"23?"
"No!"
"I don't know I need some help," Even though I knew he was about 5 or 6.
"I'm six years old!" he exclaimed.
"Wow," I said.
"So what are you drawing?" he asked pointing to my sketch pad.
"A guitar, I couldn't think of anything else to draw," I said.
"Draw me!" he exclaimed.
"Ok, you have to sit still though ok?" I said smiling.
"Okay." He posed for the picture and I drew him quickly knowing that he wouldn't want to stay still for long.
"WOW!" he said when I finished, "Cool!" I just laughed. For the next hour Frankito told me excitedly about pretty much everything he could think of. As he was telling me about how he lost his tooth two days ago and had gotten 1 whole dollar his father woke up.
"Hey little Frank stop bugging this nice lady," he grumbled his voice still full of sleep.
"It's fine," I said smiling.
"Yeah dad, she's cool" he laughed.
"Well then let me introduce myself," he said. "I'm Cool, Tre Cool".
"Well Cool, Tre Cool I am Molly Jo," I said shaking his hand. "You're the drummer in Green Day right?"
"You're a fan then?" he smiled.
"Yeah, since Kerplunk," I said smiling.
"Wow don't meet many of those anymore, mostly just American Idiot fans," he said.
"Well it was a pretty awesome record," I complimented.
"Thank you," he smiled.
"Molly?" Frankito asked.
"Yeah Frankie?" I replied.
"Frankie? No one calls me that," he said forgetting his question.
"Well is it okay if I call you Frankie, you can make up a nick name for me," I reasoned.
"Ok, from now on I will call you Molls," he said excitedly. I smiled, he was a really cute little boy, and looked a lot like his father.
"So why are you going to New York?" Tre asked.
"No reason, well see my mom died about this time last year, I just needed to get away, and I love New York and plane rides... so here I am," I rambled.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
"It's okay, I just find it easier to get away," I replied.
"I am taking Frankito to visit his sister, Ramona, Truthfully his mom died about this time a year ago too," he said quietly.
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