Stranded
I was sitting down on the toilet, staring at the black walls to my sides and the black door in front of me. I looked down and started looking at the white square tiles at my feet. There was a tiny crack in one
I hate coming to the airport. The crowds, the smell of the bathroom, and the
"Rose hurry up, because if you don't we're gonna miss the plane," Lissa yelled at me in an angry voice.
Gosh, she's bossy, I thought. "Do you want me to come out with my pants around my ankles or what," I yelled out, "cuz' I'm currently taking a dump."There that would satisfy her right? I was telling the truth and she would not want me to go out with my pants around my ankles, right? I wouldn't put it past her it.
"You better hurry up or I'm kicking the door down and dragging you out by the hair with your pants around your ankles," Lissa said in an annoyed voice.
Gee, dramatic much? Oh, yeah, that felt good. There's nothing like the relief you feel when you're done taking a dump. "I'm almost done, you know," I said. She's such a bossy person, always wanting to be on time to things that didn't even matter that much.
I pulled up my black skinny jeans and flushed the toilet. Opening the door, I walked out of the stall. Lissa stood waiting for me outside, by the sinks. Her platinum blonde hiar seemed to shine with fluorescent lights and her jade green eyes sparkled with annoyance. I moved to wash my hands while she started ranting, "Dimitri is watching the luggage. We still have to pass the luggage through customs, you know. The plane takes off in 30 minutes; we have to hurry up if we wanna get there early."
Dimitri Belikov, my boyfriend of three years, was going to Russia to enjoy his two weeks off. When he called his mother to tell her, she suggested taking me along. Olena also invited my best friend, Vasilisa Dragomir and her boyfriend, Christian Ozera. Pyro, my preferred name for Christian, was already in Russia, because of his job.
"What if I don't want to get there early, huh? Besides we can always cut in line, we are federal officials after all," I said to her. I quickly rearranged my hair while looking in the mirror. I pulled my black NCIS t-shirt down and put my NCIS cap back on my head. After washing my hands again, I went to get paper towels to dry my hands with.
"Rose, you know I don't feel comfortable using our badges to cut other people," Lissa cried out in an exasperated voice.
I started walking out the door, but as soon as I took five steps away from the door, the crowd started jostling me left and right. One lady wearing a red coat elbowed me in the stomach, I elbowed her right back and she doubled over in pain. While I was watching the lady, who was on her knees on the ground, Lissa caught up to me. She grabbed my arm and dragged me away. With both of us pushing through the crowd we were able to get to Dimitri faster. We found him leaning against a white wall near the snack shop, fingering his plain white, button-down shirt. I looked him over smiled.
"Fine lets go. I wanna go to the snack shop to get something to eat before we board the plane," I huffed.
Dimitri chuckled, "Of course, go ahead sweetheart, if we don't feed that stomach now, when the airplane lands in Russia it is going to be 100 pounds lighter Rose," he said with a serious face. I socked his arm. "Gosh I'm sorry, Rose. You know I'm just kidding. You could never eat 100 pounds of food, honey," Dimitri sighed.
"Stop talking and hurry up, we now only 25 minutes until the plane takes up so speed it up, NOW!" Lissa roared out. Now Lissa is usually very sweet, but when she's mad, be careful, cuz' beneath that sweet exterior there's a wild cat.
"OK, Lissa. No need to get so angry," I said quickly. I didn't like it when she was mad.
