"Flight number A201 is ready to depart. All passengers on this flight please report to the gate immediately," announced the flight attendant. I raised my eyebrow and immediately disconnected my iPod and its charger, grabbed my Starbucks coffee and took a deep breath. This was it, I was finally going to visit my best friend, Ninna, in the Philippines! My heart pumped rapidly; we haven't seen each other for years, but somehow we managed to prevent from becoming awkward friends. I entered the plane and the smell of pancakes illuminated me. "Yay. Breakfast. Nice because I'm starving!" I thought.

I finally found my seat. Ugh. I didn't get the one by the window. Some other guy with pink glasses did. Oh well. I opened the compartment above us and as I was holding my coffee, I tried shoving in my suitcase, but it wasn't a nice idea. It felt very uncomfortable, and I felt my blouse lifting up from the bottom. Total embarrassment! Suddenly I felt someone getting a hold of my suitcase. I looked, it was the guy with the glasses; he had taken them off to reveal his beautiful hazel eyes. I hope he wasn't looking at my blouse lifting…..

"Well it's in now! Hi, I'm Darren," he said with a grin.

"Thank you. I'm _," I responded. I sat down next to him. I opened my laptop and clicked 'play'. I was watching Mulan before all this happened. I heard a laugh. I looked up and it was Darren.

"I LOVE this movie!"

"Me too! You wanna watch it with me?" I asked.

"Definitely."

I turned the laptop slightly so he won't have to shift to watch, but he still seemed to.

"Hey…um your jaw is sexy. Sorry I just had to say that before we went on. I'm a blurter," I confessed.

A loud laugh came out of him and then I noticed he was blushing. "Oh stop. You're just saying that, just stop."

We watched the movie in silence. We were interrupted when a flight attendant came. " Excuse me, would you two care for orange juice or coffee? "

"Coffee!" We said simultaneously. We got served the delicious pancakes I smelled at the entrance with a fruit cup and the coffee.

"Thank you," I said to the lady.

As I was getting ready to begin eating, Darren tapped my shoulder and pointed to his plate. I looked and rolled my eyes but laughed. His pancake read with syrup, "I think you're sexy, sorry I'm a blurter" Nobody had never really called me sexy so I didn't know how to respond. For the rest of the hour, Darren and I spent asking each other questions like: "Where are you from?" and "What kind of music do you like?" The sky was very cloudy and dark. I was getting sleepy. I put on my iPod and played Taylor Swift's 'Last Kiss'. I was remembering everything that happened before this. The real reason I was leaving. I slowly drifted away. My head involuntary leaned against Darren's shoulder. The last thing I felt was Darren's head going on mine, and his breath on my hair. The last thing I heard was Taylor's voice singing, " You told me you loved me so why did you go…away?" The last thing I saw was Darren's hand around me. …