I took a deep breath before stepping towards the desk.
"Name, ID, and ticket," droned the woman. I dug through my purse, looking for the ticket. I did have my name, which I muttered under my breath. "Elinor Koustis." I found my ticket and ID hidden in an obscure back pocket, in between some tiny pieces of paper and a business card.
"Here," I murmured, sliding the papers onto the desk. She scanned the ticket and looked at my ID. "Good to go," she said, handing me the papers. I stuffed them in my purse. "Thanks." I shuffled away, into the line to the plane.
"Sections one to five loading on flight thirteen to London LCY in Terminal Nine!" screeched the intercom. I shuddered. My flight was boarding, and it wouldn't be long before I had to get on the metal death-trap. At least I was in business class, it would take a while for my section to be called.
"Mommy! I want my snack!" screamed a little girl. A little boy broke down into whiny tears and yet another kid let out a scream. I just wanted to cover my ears and scream and cry everywhere. I hate planes. I hate planes so much. Did I mention I hate planes?
"Sections six to ten loading on flight thirteen to London LCY in Terminal Nine!"
I balled my fists and checked my ticket. I was in Section thirty. The last one. With about five minutes in between each boarding time, and four pairs of twenty left, there were still twenty minutes until I had to get on.
"What if the plane crashes?" whispered a voice in my head.
"What if the plane runs out of oxygen and you die?!" the voice screamed. I tried to dismiss the thoughts, but somewhere I knew it was a possibility. Right? Technically it wasn't impossible to crash, even if the chances were slim… I mentally slapped myself. "Shut up! Just plug in your headphones and stop thinking about it!" my mind screamed one last time. I ripped out my Beats and plugged them in. YouTube? Of course. I opened up my "Favs" playlist and began to listen and watch.
"Hello Internet!" said the familiar voice of Dan Howell, Internet Hobo. I smiled. My favorite person… "And," the fangirl in me mused, "You might even meet him now you're living in London." I almost chuckled at the thought. Like that would happen. I almost got lost in my fantasies as they called the next few sections.
"Sections twenty five to thirty loading on flight thirteen to-" My head shot up from the screen, eyes wide with anxiety. The line moved forward, the clash of suitcases, strollers, and crying children rubbing against my ears like knives. I felt hot, my legs and fingers numb with worry. Deep breaths… Deep breaths… I closed my eyes for a second.
I can't go back anymore. I have to go.
"Are you OK?" asks someone in front of me. I open my eyes and glance over. Just a flight attendant. I nodded, "Yeah, fine." I dragged my suitcase down the ramp and into the plane, forcing my feet to move with all my strength.
Thirty A, Thirty A, Thirty A.
I searched for my seat at the very back, literally the very last row. Most people had moved past me during my little meltdown, so I was almost the last person getting on.
Twenty, twenty-five, twenty-eight.
Thirty. I lifted my suitcase into the overhead compartment and closed the door, making sure it would slide around. Then I slid into my seat over someone's lap. I refused to look at them, almost scared to make eye contact with the stranger. Another thing I hate: strangers.
I settled down into my seat, pulling on my seatbelt even though it was too early. Anything to keep me in this plane despite my fear. I clenched my toes inside my converse, doing something to take out the anxiety. I pulled my phone from my pocket and turned to the next video, Dan's "Cringe Attack" video.
"Uh, sorry if I'm intruding, but is that Danisnotonfire?" asked a very familiar British accent. I looked up quickly, but my gaze stayed on the boy.
"Yes-" Oh my God. It was Phil. AmazingPhil, Phil Lester, BBC One Radio Show Host and full-time Interneter. And he was sitting next to me.
LE GASP! SO hey you guys, first fanfic! (on FanFiction anyway...) I literally wrote this like twice already, but I'm still learning the system and stuff so I might take forever to upload stuff. Anyway, be sure to like, or whatever you do here. Bye little Bandits!