Love at First Flight
Disclaimer:
All Characters belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer!
Chapter 1- BPOV
As I boarded the red-eye flight in Orlando, Florida I was doing my very best in my sleepy state not to fall over and knock down every passenger in the boarding line. I of course was at the very back of the large plane, and had to wait as every passenger before me, found their seat, and stored their carry on luggage in one of the overhead compartments.
"Only three more rows of seats to go," I thought to myself. My eyes were starting to close without my permission, and I silently prayed that the passengers in front of me would hurry. I didn't want to fall over, knocking them down and causing a domino effect. It's no secret to anyone who knows me that my clumsiness is just something that comes with the package I like to call 'Bella Swan'. Most of the time people find it humorous, but I couldn't help but wonder how many enemies I would make, were I to take out a plane of tired people with my clumsy ways. I willed myself to stay awake as I slowly made my way to my seat.
My luck must have been with me tonight, because I collapsed into my seat before I could inflict any harm on the innocent passengers of the plane. By day, I was clumsy as an ox; and by night, when I was sleepy, I don't even think there was a category for how disabled I seemed to be.
I quickly pulled my ipod out of the bag at my feet, and put the familiar white ear buds into my ears. I ignored my knowledge of not using electronics until after take off, and pulled my hood up over my head, to keep my head phones out of sight from the flight attendants. Luckily I was sitting next to the window, so I could lean my head against the wall, and not have to worry about having to move for other passengers who were also sitting in my row.
I was vaguely aware of the seat next to me being taken, as I drifted off to sleep, letting my soothing play list quiet the bustling plane around me. In not too long, I would be back in the arms of the man that I loved. That's why I was on this flight in the first place. Only he would be worth taking a flight through the night to get home to him. The three years of our lives together had been filled with so much love and happiness, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He was an amazing man, and it was the least I could do to come home and surprise him on our anniversary. I can't believe I even thought about being away for it in the first place.
As I drifted deeper in to sleep, my dreams were all of me, and my amazing boyfriend. Mike.