Hokay – I just recently watched the movie 'Red Eye' because my BFF said it was good. Thank God she did, because it's freakin' awesome! So I decided to publish something before my memory of the movie becomes too vague. :D This is the result!
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With barely enough space for my feet to move, a rude fat-assed man to my left, and my best friend sitting at my right, my claustrophobia was taking over quickly. I was sitting on a seat cushion inflated with old beer farts, waiting impatiently for the last plane to Miami to get into the air. It had been an excruciatingly long day, and I was doing my best not to go psycho-bitch on the next poor bastard who bumped into me or stepped on my foot. (That had happened repeatedly throughout the airport and boarding. Other than that, it had all been pretty endurable.)
"Ladies and gentlemen. Please direct your attention to the crew members at the front of each aisle. They will demonstrate all necessary procedures in case of an emergency." The nasally words of a flight attendant came out of the speakers over us, as two women with life vests entered at the front of the aisles.
I had heard this speech multiple times before. If they had asked me to recite the whole monologue, I would have gotten it perfectly, word for word. As the flight attendant's voice droned on about pulling certain strings, and clipping certain clasps, I started tapping my feet, trying to get my blood flowing so my legs wouldn't fall asleep. Neva, my best friend, sniffed and grinned, then joining in with my tapping session. Trying to synchronize was an epic fail.
We earned an annoyed, mascara-covered glare from a blond lady sitting by the window seat across the aisle from us. A bit embarrassed, Neva and I stopped. But the instant that woman broke our eye contact, we let out muffled giggles, ducking our heads. In all of our 23 years of life, we hadn't completely learned to be mature.
"You guys are impossible. And remember, we're going to switch seats after 30 minutes, right?" A gentle, yet stern voice made us turn around, and we both smiled at Coleen Murphy, also our best friend. Her shoulder length brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, almost completely covering the straps of her glittery white tee. She was probably the nicest person we knew, and the smartest out of our little trio.
We had agreed to switch seats so each one of us had the opportunity to sit next to the other. I had tried to change our seats at the luggage drop-off one hour before the flight started, but all our begging, pleading, and bitching hadn't done us any good at all. It had mostly likely just ruined the cute guy at the desk's day. Though I have no regrets.
Neva shifted back and forth in her seat, messing with her extremely dark brown hair, and making some pretty inappropriate noises with the chair. Most likely she was eagerly awaiting our landing in Miami. For one, she absolutely detested plane flights. Secondly, and also of much higher importance, was the man she awaited in Miami.
Johno Eio was a tall, handsome man, with manners and butt loads of charm. He was the actual reason the three of us were traveling to Miami. Johno had received a scholarship for the Miami Dade College of Music and Performing Arts, and was currently residing on campus. He'd voluntarily paid for our plain tickets, because Neva had insisted Coleen and I should come along. He didn't know I had enough money to buy two tickets for all four of us. Poor bastard.
I sighed and poked Neva's arm, giving my face a drab expression. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Eh?"
"I need to go pee." I said biting my lip, trying to make myself look in pain.
"Abby, you just went right before boarding!" Neva pouted, and Coleen just let out an exasperated laugh.
"That was about forty five minutes ago!" I complained dramatically, now rocking back and forth to emphasize my need to go.
"Dude, you can't use the loo until we're completely in the air and flying safely. And even then, ass loads of people are gonna be fighting for it!" Neva pointed out. I cocked my head to the side and raised my eyebrows.
"Since when are you a Brit?" I questioned.
"Just shut up and deal with it." Neva replied with an overly exaggerated British accent.
"Neva and I have converted to Briticism." Coleen joked.
"Nah. My faith is Billycorganistheshitism." Neva said with the most serious look on her face. Coleen and I cracked up, but I stopped laughing quickly, since that made me need to go even more.
"Okay, seriously. At least let me get up and walk around. I can't feel my legs and I think I might need to amputate one." I said, pushing past Neva into the aisle.
"If you die before we take off, can I have your seat?" Coleen called.
"Sure." I waved my hand, instigating I didn't really care.
Immediately, I felt my legs tingling. The strangest sensation, in which I could literally feel the blood pumping back into my legs. I walked slowly through Aisle B towards the back of the plane, trying not to get my butt into someones face. Why did these seats have to be so low anyway? So pedophiles and molesters could have a better reach for their booty? (Crappy pun intended.)
I scanned the people for any suspicious molester-looking men. There were none...
...but my eyes came across an extremely... attractive man sitting by a window seat. The first thing I recalled thinking was that his eyes scared me... in a nice sort of way. They were an aquatic blue, almost like Caribbean water. The seemed to shine brightly, almost like he'd installed fluorescent lights in his skull and used them to intrigue women, instead of nasty bugs. He looked like he'd have enough looks and charm to make anyone feel attracted to him... even men.
Those blue orbs in his head flickered, and I realized he had blinked and was looking directly at me, while I had been staring. Sometime during my deep contemplation of his eyes, my mouth must have dropped open, because I had to shut it quickly, before trying to gracefully continue walking.
I could feel the tensity in the air as I walked past him.
Clear your head, stupid bitch. I told myself in my head. He's probably just some good lookin' jerk who's full of himself and has absolutely no interest in you at all.
But my interest had been kindled.