"Don't you just hope we will meet One Direction!?" Sarah giggled annoyingly, making a face at me.
"Oh gosh…NO," I threw her a look, and she laughed, "Don't even mention it, Toast."
"I mean…seriously, who the HECK smiles at the ground?" She rolled her eyes pointedly.
"You're telling me? Don't forget I despise them as much as you do!"
We laughed, slapping each other high fives like we were kids. "TROLOLOLO!" Toast whispered in the seat next to me.
I made my "Don't make me laugh I will kill you" face, which consisted of pursing my lips, making my eyes huge and tilting my head, trying desperately to keep it together, now was NOT the opportune time. We were on a plane headed for London right now, and the plane was very quiet…so quiet we could practically hear ourselves breathing…and seeing as our friendship was like the dynamic of most best friends…when we were together it was a feat just to keep us quiet and serious for more than about 10 minutes. The plane ride had already been about 4 hours…and our patience was SERIOUSLY running thin….
Toast turned to me… "You know what's SUPER awkward?" she had that look on her face that told me I wanted to know.
"What?"
"When you go to hug someone extremely sexy and you hit the mirror."
My hand flew to my mouth, and I choked on my laughter. I almost burst out loudly, but I wasn't given the chance because at that exact moment a man's voice said, "Yeah…I have that problem a lot."
I looked over into the aisle of the plane; standing next to a cart of juices and snacks was a tall, trim man in a blue suit with messy, ruddy brown hair, bold frame glasses, red converse shoes, and a sly smile playing over his lips.
"Peanuts?" he offered.