Charlottes POV
Flight attendants, I don't know why, but some of them just piss me off. Especially this one, she caught my looking and struts to beside me, only to lean over. "Mr Pearson." She says flicking her platinum hair, "Can I get you anything?" Dad shakes his head. She then stands up and asks me the same thing. "Miss Pearson. Can I get you anything?" With considerably less enthusiasm than with dad.
I smile sweetly, "A new diet coke please, this one's got some blonde in it. I don't want to catch anything." She glares at me, then takes the cup and walks away.
At this point, me and dad brake into simultaneous laughter; I guess that's just what kept us so close all this time, our humour. Sometimes I could just look at him and we would break into hysterical laughter at the same thing, no-one else would understand it. Even mum, she would have no idea what were laughing about. She used to get so mad about our private jokes, she felt left out. I should have made a bigger effort with her. Now I won't even see her for ages.
I feel a tear roll down my cheek, I don't even notice it really until it drips onto my hand. I quickly rub at my face to erase its tracks, I don't want dad to see it. He felt guilty enough about taking me away from her to come back to America.
Too late, he spotted me; he'd been watching me recently, like I'm going to fall apart at any minute. Ever since It happened, you know?
"We will soon begin our decent into St Cloud, Minnesota. Please fasten your seatbelts". The captain said, interrupting my train of thought. 14 hours of flight my legs hurt, so I get up and walk to the door of the bathroom. The attendant taps me on the shoulder.
"Could you get me his autograph?" She asked politely.
"Er. I'm kinda busy right now." I replied and stepped inside the little room.
By the time I sat down with dad again, we were almost down in America.