A/N: If you haven't read my profile, which I can't really blame you since I rarely ever read them, my name is Korilyn, but if you ever call me that I will be very unhappy. It's not that I don't like my name, it just gets really annoying to say and hear, and my mama only calls me that if I'm in supper trouble, so, people calling me that kind of makes me feel like I'm in trouble. Call me Kori, or just don't call me anything...This is my first story and it was inspired by the song Airplanes by B.O.B ft. Hayley Williams and Eminem...When I was a little girl I used to be so amoured with the very thought of wishing on shooting stars, it seemed so simple and magical to wish on a falling object in the sky, that I would be so excited to see an airplane flying across the sky because I thought, hoped it was a shooting star I could make a wish on. This song brought me back to those years and how my parents would tell me that they were airplanes and I would just tell them that they counted as shooting stars...Well, enjoy the story, I have no plans on where it's going or if I will go anywhere...But I'm hoping it will be one of my best...

Airplanes

Prologue:

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now, Wish right now!
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now, Wish right now!

~Airplanes-B.O.B

BPOV:

"Isabella! What in the world are you doing? You're going to ruin you're favorite dress!"

The five year old paid no attention to the women standing on the house porch and concentrated on the grayed up sky. It didn't matter to her that raindrops were rapidly soaking her favorite blue dress with the lace trimming and her brown pigtails. It didn't matter that she was sinking into the mud that was created under her. It didn't matter that she was shaking and quivering from the cold. All that mattered was she couldn't see the stars. They were all she looked forward to at night. The pretty stars that her father told her about. But especially they ones that fell. She'd never seen one, but she always looked at night trying to find it so she could make her wish.

The door behind her creaked opened and she could hear her papa asking her mama what she was doing in the rain. But she paid him no mind either. Maybe if she tried hard enough she could see the sparkling orbs from behind the monstrous looking clouds. Maybe.

The porch steps groaned under Charlie Swan's weight as he climbed down them to stand beside his strange daughter. Renee was still on the porch worrying her lower lip as she always did when she was nervous or confused or worried. Shaking his head, he ducked into the rain and stood beside his strange little girl.

"What are you doing in the rain, my little firefly?" Charlie asked as he knelt down to her level. She was still starring at the dark sky and she, too was worrying her lower lip. Like mother, like daughter, he mused silently while waiting for a response.

Her chocolate doe-like eyes turned to him and filled with tears that he knew wouldn't fall. His little firefly didn't like to cry in front of people, even though she was only five.

Isabella sniffled and lifted her chubby arm to wipe away the snot at her pink nose. "I can't find the stars, papa. I wanted to make a wish." Her lower lip began to tremble and her eyes held a child-like sadness.

Charlie's heartstings tugged. His sweet little firefly. "The stars are sleeping an extra long time tonight." He explained while standing up and lifting her into his arms to take her inside and warm up with some hot chocolate. "They stayed up extra and needed the rest, so they asked to clouds to cover them up."

His firefly nodded her head in understanding and wrapped her stubby arms around his neck and kissed his stubble covered cheek. "Okay, papa. But they'll come out tomorrow night, right?" She asked looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

"Of course."

When they reached to porch steps, Isabella gasped and tugged on Charlie's hair. "Papa! Papa, look!" She pointed up into the sky where a light was traveling across the dark cover the clouds made. "It's a falling star! I get to make a wish!"

Charlie looked at the light and watched as it got farther and farther away. That wasn't a shooting star, but an airplane. He didn't have the heart to crush her wish and nodded his head at her. "It sure is, firefly. Close your eyes and make a wish."

The five year old girl let her eyes fall closed and began to wish on the airplane.