I had an awful dream that I was in a plane crash and this is what came out of it. This isn't how short the chapters will be in the future, but I just had to get this quickly out before my brain exploded with the plot. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
"Bella, we're gonna be late!" Alice squealed from behind me, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor of the airport.
"Then hurry your ass up!" I hissed back, dragging along my suitcase as I waved her on with my hand. I swerved around the business men and the families making their way to their own boarding gate and ripped through the crowds, keeping my eye on Alice so she didn't falter in her fucking heels. Trust Alice Brandon to wear heels to an airport like we weren't already late.
"I see our gate!" She announced and just as the words left Alice's mouth I spotted the large blue numbers a few feet away in the air and I sighed in relief, knowing we had made it to our flight. Three people were waiting in line but Alice and I made it to the podium with the perky blonde behind it before she had time to announce the last call for flight 104 to Ireland.
"Sorry!" I gushed, panting a little as I handed my boarding pass to the hot blonde. She smiled in sympathy and wished us a safe flight before Alice and I nodded and went behind the podium towards the boarding door. Alice latched herself onto my arm and we both squealed in delight as we stepped onto the air bridge, connecting the airport to the plane we were about to ride on for the next nine hours.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this!" Alice said, eyes wide with excitement. "We're going to Ireland!"
I just grinned back, spotting the flight attendance ahead of us, ushering the last of the passengers onto the plane with grace. I was so grateful for air bridges considering the awful weather that was happening outside in the rainy city of Seattle. I knew Ireland wasn't going to be any better but with Alice's heels, it was the least I could want. It was Alice and my first trip out of the United States as adults and I couldn't wait to start my adventure with my best friend by my side. Our first stop would be Ireland because the Dublin accent was to die for and Alice had a thing for leprechauns since she was so small. Then we would head to the UK for another week and return to Seattle for a break before we got into the big countries like Germany and France. Twenty one was an exciting age that needed an extreme activity. So travelling Europe was our plan.
I was about to reply to Alice's statement when a hustle and bustle stopped my words and someone crashed into me, stepping on the back of my Chuck Taylor's and I gasped, taken by surprise and it also really fucking hurt.
"Oh, fuck, shite, I'm sorry!" A deep voice said close to my ear and I twirled around in my spot, ready to eat the head off whatever douche stepped on my brand new white shoes.
"You"- I stopped dead, taking in a deep breath as I took in the man before me, eyeing me apologetically with big, emerald green eyes. His lips were pursed into a frown which accentuated his perfect fucking jaw and the scruff that seemed to be growing there. He wore tight jeans and a crisp white t-shirt that showed off his not to subtle muscles and when my eyes finally returned to his face after my obvious eye fuck, he was smirking.
"Shit," I breathed and shook my head with a blush. "I- you-, I mean you hurt me, douche pants!" I tried to glare but I doubt it looked anything like the way I wanted it to. The tall man only chuckled and spotted my suitcase that had been abandoned beside me. He picked it up and dropped it in my hand, careful not to touch me and continued with his delectable smirk.
"I'm sorry, I thought I missed my flight and I didn't see you in front of me. You're so tiny and your friend here…" he looked to Alice fleetingly then back to me. "Anyway, I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
His accent was off, even though I knew he was definitely living in the States. But the way he pronounced certain words just convinced me he was born on foreign land. I shook my head clear once more and looked to Alice, finding that she was just as mesmerised as I was by the man before us.
"It's fine, I understand. Just… be careful next time," I decided to say and the man winked, making me sway on the spot.
"Thank you, miss." And with that, he walked ahead of us, greeting the flight attendant with the same smirk that had me pooling in my undies moments ago.
"Holy shit," Alice muttered and I rolled my eyes, gaining back my usual Bella antics and ordered her to follow me, ignoring her little giggles. I knew she knew he had affected me as much as he affected her but I chose to not comment on it because if I knew my best friend, she'd try hook us up for the entire flight to Dublin. Lord help me if I catch that man's eye again.
The flight attendant at the plane door pointed out the direction of our seats and I beamed at her in thanks, officially excited to start my journey to Ireland. My stomach flipped with the excitement and I even giggled along with Alice down the aisles until she spotted her seat and found that I wasn't anywhere near her. She stashed away her suitcase in the overhead compartment and that was when we spotted the golden haired beauty beside her that was flashing his dimples the moment he laid eyes on my best friend.
Alice smirked at me idly and plopped down in her seat, greeting the dimpled man and then looked up at me sadly.
"Boo, maybe I could swap with somebody," Alice suggested but I was already waving my hand in refusal.
"You enjoy your flight, Miss Alice," I smiled and nodded to the guy beside her and he grinned in thanks, knowing I had said her name on purpose.
"So… Alice," I heard as I walked off to find my own seat. I laughed to myself as I looked from number to number above the seats, thinking that I'd be hearing Alice fucking the golden guy the second we were in the air. The girl was insane and being caught having sex on a plane is just something she would be up to doing. I made it to the back of the plane and finally spotted my number. I was on the last seat in the middle row so I wasn't going to be squished between anyone, thank god.
With a satisfied grin, I locked away my suitcase above me and settled into my seat, making sure I had my book in my purse to help me with the long flight. I strapped myself up and reigned in my excitement so that the poor passenger beside me didn't think I was some sorta freak. I discreetly eyed the person on my left and spotted the familiar tight jeans I had seen earlier on the air bridge. My eyes widened at them and the owner of the jeans chuckled, making me snap my head up to meet his amused gaze.
"Like what you see?" He teased and I blushed the darkest shade of red, licking my lips in fear of being caught in the act of ogling the bronze haired beauty.
"I wasn't staring at your dick if that's what you mean," my eyes turned into slits of interrogation and he broke out into a hearty chuckle.
"Edward Cullen," he grinned and extended his hand for me to shake.
"Bella Swan," I said, trying my hardest to hide my smile. It was nearly impossible with the way this man was looking at me.
Well, Bella Swan," he smirked. "I think this is going to be an interesting flight."
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