Take Me Away

It had all started when I had to move across the world. My mother, who was trying to flee from my ‘dad’ at the moment needed to be away from this godforsaken town, and of course I wasn't one to object. For my mother, when something becomes uncomfortable we tend to run away, and I just hope that in the future I don’t turn out like her. Always running, and never facing the real problem. I wanted my mother to be able to stand on her own two feet but I also knew that doing so would be brutally difficult. Eventually I wished that my mother could be a bold independent individual. One day. I sighed as I shoved my one bag onto the compartment above my seat where I was to be sitting for the next 12 hours of my flight. I pitied myself for not being able to place the bag in the area given correctly. I was frustrated with myself. It had certainly not been hard moving. I didn't have a lot of friends at school. I didn't see the point of them, someone to tell all your secrets too and then when they get mad at you they tell the whole school. I don’t think so. I had enough to keep myself entertained. I didn't need anyone else. As for the little clothing I had packed with me, I had been saving my money for when the time called for it the most. I also had some eyeliner in my back pocket; my life in one black stick. Not really, But I really did love my cheap eyeliner. Hate me; I dare you, because it doesn't bother me. I am what I am, and I’d rather be hated for what I am then to be loved for what I’m not. Finally, I sat down in my seat imagining how beautiful the land of Sheffield England looked. I truly loved rain but hated the sun. I smiled at the thought of rain as I heard racket come down from the isle closest to me. I snapped my eyes back open as I saw four tall men holler at each other, even thought they were standing nearly 2 feet away from each other. I chuckled to myself. Once I got completely bored I took out my I Pod and turned it on and picked a random song
One tall lanky, colored, pierced man walked up to the seat next to me and screamed at the others.

“Ey mates, this is my seat. I’ll see you in awhile, you fuckers!” He said in his British accent. My eyes lingered over his body as I eyed his tattoos and piercing. I breathed as I muttered

“Wow” I turned my gaze to my I Pod as I immediately felt his eyes bore holes through the side of my head. He moved from where he was standing to the window seat. I really hated the window, and I loved the isle. My reason so, whenever I had to pee on the flight you had to get through the other person. I rather not get on anyone’s bad side. I jerked my head towards his as I saw his jaw dangling from his mouth. Minutes later, he gathered himself and winked at me,

“Ello Love” My thoughts: Are you talking to me? I blinked as my eyes gaped for air. Brit boy was hitting on me. Good god. I had to get along with this until I landed in Sheffield, England.
Once the stewardess came along I stuck out my arm to stop her. Once she did I asked for a drink

“Hey. Do you have any OJ?” Myself being thick-headed, thought that OJ was a universal word for Orange Juice. The stewardess looked at me with lost eyes, pleading for me to elaborate. “Orange Juice….” I trailed off. The stewardess irrevocably got what I was trying to say.

“Aright miss, I will right back with your orange juice” She smiled as she turned on her heel, and paced down the aisle upwards carelessly. I don’t know what it was with people who were always smiling but, it made me uncontrollably irate. You can say I was jealous, you can say I was ignorant. I surely didn't know. I heard a rather loud laugh coming from beside me. I rotated my head towards the source of all this laughter.

“What?” I asked harshly, clearly not getting the joke.

“Nothin’ Americans and their slang.” a quieted response.

“Excuse me?” I asked fully lost at this point.

“Forget it love. I’m Oliver, but it’s best if you call me, Oli.” He extended his hand closer and closer to me. I just looked fixedly at his hands, which were covered in an endless amount of tattoo work. I took it and shook it, trying to profess that I wasn't shocked.

“I’m Jessica Green, prefer you call me Jessie.” I finished. I put my hand down and turned properly in my seat. I surveyed what song was playing on my I Pod as I stuck the buds in my ear I looked up to see a blonde girl. I came to a conclusion that she was 16, she looked completely baked, and she was wearing a skimpy little thing. Might as well come on the plane naked.
I caught Oliver’s eyes widen as I rolled my eyes in a full motion. He swiftly got up and escorted himself to where the blonde girl was. I was sure what was going to happen and I’m even more sure that the little girl won’t try to stop him either. I’m sure she’ll encourage it. Someone like Oliver could get any girl he pleased. And if he decided to be a pedophile and go for one that was years younger than what he looked, I didn't care. I cleared my mind as I laid my head back to the rest, hoping this flight wont fell like it was as long as it really was.

Oliver’s P.O.V
I fixed my hair in the small bathroom that I was in while the blonde girl behind me pulled up her pants up. Yeah, we fucked.

“Call me baby” She was American; the accent showed, but it wasn't as lovable as Jessie’s.

“Alright, I will.” I pulled her into my arms and my arms slowly and purposely drifted down to her ass. I grasped it as she giggled at my gestures. I’m used to girls swooning over me and letting me do whatever I please with me. The ones that don’t are the ones that get me. I had gotten bored of the simplicity of easy girls. I was a sucker for girls who played hard to get. But there is a large scale difference than a girl that plays hard to get, and a girl who wants nothing to do with you. But please, I’m Oliver Sykes. Who does want me? I lead the girl out of the bathroom, whose name slipped from my mind, and walked back to my seat to find a graceful sleeping Jessie. I smiled at the sight. I got to my seat and moved around a little to get comfortable. After so, I watched Jessie’s chest heave up and down slowly, with every breathe she took. I had certainly failed to realize earlier that her breasts were sizable. I let my eyes relocate themselves from her chest to her other features. Her face was flawless, the size of her nose was adorable and her body looked proper hot. Her hair was below her breasts, the color was jet black, and her red pants looked brighter than the blood of satin himself. I hurriedly closed my eyes realizing that I had just been practically eye raping the lass. Out of haste, I took Jessie’s phone from her pocket and dialed my number in and saved myself as ‘Oli Baby’. I chuckled at my own sense of childishness. When I had finished, I went in search of her own number, positive she would not have gave it to me willingly. Once found, saved it to my own phone under ‘Jessie/Lass on plane’. Moments later, Jessie awoke, got up and shook her head yawning. She looked luscious in that loose arrow smith tee shirt. Her frame looked small and her shirt was big. I wonder why she had picked out such big clothing. The stewardess that Jessie had asked for a drink a long while ago came to her, and just as she was giving her the ‘OJ’. Jessie yawned, flipping the juice out of her hands and onto her clothing. She earned quite a big laugh from me as the stewardess started to apologize,

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy. Please, napkins someone! I’m so sorry!” Jessie held up her hand as in a seize to all the apologizing. She got up and had walked to the back, most likely to the bathroom. Me being the gentleman that I am, grabbed a shirt of my own and another pair of my blue skinnies with holes covering them as I hurriedly walked to the bathroom. Just as she was about the shut the door I jolted inside and locked it myself. Jessie, out of breathe, turned around to face me. Relief swooned over her as she placed her hand on her heart panting.

“ GODDAMMIT MAN. WHAT THE FUCK. You scared me!” I just laughed at her reaction and sat on the small counter. “What are you doing here?’ she looked at me suspiciously as a devious smile crept upon my face.