I glared out the window in utter disdain. My finger hit the bright red 'END' button on my phone multiple times, somehow hoping that it wouldn't turn off, in accordance to the flight rules. I watched as the stewardess stomped down the aisle as if it was a runway and she was the fifty dollar per show model. Honestly, if she would've made it onto America's Next Top Model she would've been cut immediately. Ugh. I hated flight attendants.

Hardly had the flight attendant left then had I reached for my iTouch to turn it on. I didn't mind if I got caught – I'd demand a refund if they tossed me off the plane. Hell, if we got high enough what could they do? Push me out a door? Yeah, I was sure that if they did that I'd sue – if I survived – and then there would be a lot of fun with lawyers and courts. No one wanted that.

So I slumped back in my seat, crossed my arms and then drifted off to sleep. If I was lucky the kid behind me would sleep too, I hated it when they kicked my seat.

Honestly, I'd never been so tempted to smack that little kid. (AN, don't worry, vienna's really not that mean! she's just incredibly irritable on flights and… yeah. she's not that bad, i promise!)

"Excuse me?" The stewardess asked, prodding me with one well-manicured finger. "Would you like a refreshm—"

I made a gurgling noise in the back of my throat as I pulled my headphones out and sat up. "Uh… yeah, do you have Root Beer? Oh, and how about those pretzel things… please?" I was positive that they wouldn't have any Butterfinger candy bars or any bubble gum ice cream, so I didn't even bother to ask for them. Oh, bubble gum ice cream sounded so good.

"Mhmm," she passed me the drink and the little package of pretzels and then moved on to the man to the left of me. He waved her off rudely and turned around with a grumpy look on his face – the same look I made when we started to take off.

I hate getting into enclosed spaces, such as airplanes, because I'm afraid that somehow we won't be able to get out. That and I also get horrible motion sickness, terrible motion sickness. Claustrophobia tends to take me over in the first few minutes of getting into small rooms, cars, planes, or whatever seems too enclosed. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes once more, hoping that I could fall back asleep. The odds were few to none, so I simply put my headphones back in my ears and tried to ignore the inordinately loud people next to me.

"Come on, Aimee, you knew that I was drunk!"

I winced, but paused my song. This could possibly be entertaining – and yes, I had run out of things to enjoy after only a few hours on the plane.

"Toby, you never told me that." The woman, Aimee, refused to listen to her husband. I decided that he was probably a wealthy businessman and she was the gorgeous, lucky girl that got picked first. Aimee didn't seem to be very happy about this. She waved her hands around frantically and made random gestures with her hands while talking. "I can't believe you," her voice dropped, but it was loud enough for me to hear, "slept with your secretary."

I restrained myself from laughing. All I had to do was look over at Toby's face and one glance was enough – he had a look of complete and utter confusion and frustration. Aimee looked satisfied, so she cocked her eyebrow and waited for him to say something that would make her actually have to think about this argument.

Honestly, I felt bad for eavesdropping, but, as I said before, I had nothing better to do.

"Aimee, I'm wearing my wedding ring, though! Look!"

"That doesn't change a single thing, Toby."

After another hour of them fighting I got exhausted and fell asleep again. I found it repetitive – they constantly added each their conversation partner's name in every. single. fucking. sentence. Toby would always say 'Aimee' at the beginning or end and Aimee would always say Toby at the beginning or the end. I was slightly annoyed by the end, but as I drifted off to sleep I was able to drown out Aimee and Toby from my mind. Had I not been half-asleep already I would've told them to shut up, but soon I resumed my former position.

They continued arguing for the rest of the flight, or at least that was what I thought. Why, you might ask? At the end of the flight I woke up to two things – the first was the pilot announcing that we were beginning our descent – and the second was Aimee smacking Toby and jumping out of her seat. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she pranced away to the bathroom, even though the seatbelt sign was on. Once again I suppressed giggles as Aimee was stopped and then escorted back to her seat by the flight attendant, who warned them both that they wouldn't be able to return on the airline if they did something like that again.

I watched with relative interest, then turned my head when Toby stared at me, probably wondering why some kid was grinning at them.

"Do you find something funny?"

'Incredibly,' I thought, but replied smoothly "Of course not – I'm only happy that your wife was taken back to her seat before we experienced turbulence – it would've been terrible for her to be hurt in the last few minutes of the flight."

Obviously he didn't like my sense of humor, because the next thing that he was doing was eyeing me as if I was carrying a bomb under my shirt. Jesus H. Christ, what a brat I was today. I could blame it on the flying, which always made me a little obnoxious, or I could blame it on the fact that I'd have to save up my energy to see my over-zealous grandma.

I allowed Aimee and Toby to leave – along with the rest of the plane – before I even started to get up and take my carry-on bag from the overhead compartment.

As I left I watched a man in front of me with a face sp perfect that I couldn't help but stare. His eyes caught mine and for a moment I was sure that he was going to ask me why I was acting rude. His eyes were the oddest shade of blue-violet, with almost a hint of red in them. I watched as he gracefully exited the plane, thanking the crew on the way out.

I was far too dazed to even say anything to the pilot except wave to him slightly and follow after the dark-haired man. He looked to be about twenty-five, but his somber look made him seem to be thirty. Even the subdued look on his face didn't make me draw back from him – he was so gorgeous that I couldn't help but look at him. I almost scared myself when I tried to speak to him – the words that formed on my lips were even scarier than I would've thought. Honestly, if you would've almost said what I attempted to, then you would've hit yourself with a mallet multiple times. My mind screamed for me not to say anything, and thankfully I didn't, but my mouth was practically shrieking 'Your essence is gorgeous!' in such a voice that I would've scared myself by. I could hear myself play it over and over again in my mind, the same high-pitched, girly, fake voice saying 'your essence is gorgeous' a million times.

Thankfully he glided off so I was fine and didn't have to say anything that would've been incredibly embarrassing. Once again thankfully he had left, so I could focus on the directions that my grandmother had given me. Grandma Jocelyn hadn't ever been the best with directions, so I decided that it would be best to turn all my attention there. I slung my bag over my shoulder and stepped into the building. I heard millions of voices running together – but I couldn't make out a single distinct one. A mix of English and Italian and French and many other languages I couldn't name competed to be heard, competed so loudly that I got a headache just from trying to make sense of one of the voices.

"Grandma Jocelyn?" I questioned under my breath, knowing that she wouldn't hear me.

I glanced down at the sheet of paper for only a few seconds, then I bumped into something – something solid.

"Jesus!" I practically flew back, but regained my strength only moments after. What the hell…?

"Sorry," the boy murmured softly, though his tone was perfect for my ears.

I stood there, staring at him, for a few moments while he seemed to be… sniffing me. Suddenly he turned around and then started taking long strides the opposite direction, as if I'd scared him off because I smelled bad or something. I shook my head. "Oh, don't worry, I'm fine!" I called over the roar of people too busy to turn around and look at me. I wasn't shocked, though. I had just been on a plane for who knows how when and I was sure that any boy, especially one so attractive, would run from me at first sight. He didn't need to be so impolite about it, though.

While I meandered thoughtlessly towards the 'meeting place', my mind wandered back to the two exquisite-looking men that I'd seen today. Both had made eye contact with me, but I had only gotten one word out of the both of them before they had disappeared. The boy, though… the younger one that I managed to knock into… he seemed somewhat distraught.

I straightened my bags up and slung another back over my shoulder. I stared after him, though, and wasn't able to peel away my eyes. He was long gone, but the path of disgruntled people that he'd pushed through weren't. They grumbled and muttered under their breath, but I turned around.

All my worries about the boy stopped when I heard my name being screamed – but not in my grandma's voice.

"VIENNA! VIENNA BAUER!" A brunette lady dressed in a white camisole and a pink skirt yelled my name as she read it off a sign she was holding. I hardly even thought twice before making my way toward her. She continued to repeat my name even as I waved my hand to her to show her that I was there. Obviously I was lost in the crowd, as she didn't make any motion to stop looking for me.

"I'm Vienna." I tapped her on the shoulder, making sure she knew that I was there.

She glanced at a picture in her hands and then at me a few times – I could tell that it was a picture of me. "Ai, then you are Vienna. I'm Natalina." Natalina pronounced every single syllable in her name as if it was a separate word, which made me grin.

"Nice to meet you, Natalina," I answered, obviously not quite as irate as I was on the plane. "But where's Jocelyn?"

"Oh, yes, of course. Your grandmother will be a bit late – she's having a few problems with arriving." Natalina paused for a moment, as if to remember why. "Err… Jocelyn's stuck in Sanibel. There were a few storms and she got a little tied up."

"Sureeeee,"I should've known better than to think that Jocelyn would be here on time – she was always late or missing or had something that popped up so she had to cover up with a friend of hers. I knew that there was a reason she wasn't here; after all, Jocelyn was notorious for forgetting things. See, my grandma had bought my ticket for the plane – but, of course, had forgotten to buy herself one. "When will she get here?"

Natalina thought for a moment, "She said four days, tops; there were a few flights that didn't have good enough seats."

"Of course."

"I'm sorry, that's what she told me."

"Wait, are you here just to tell me this?" Oh shit, what was she here for?

"I can't believe I forgot! I'm here to help you with everything Jocelyn was supposed to. Food, directions, hotel – I'm going to be your grandma until she gets here."

I hadn't even noticed that she had intended to stay with me – I was positive that she was going to show me where my grandma was waiting lazily in the car and then leave. Well, this could be alright… honestly; at least Jocelyn had said that she would be here in at the most four days. Four days was always the waiting time that she assigned to anything. I would've been worried if she would've said five, which normally meant six, but four was perfect. I thought for a moment – I could see the city without Jocelyn breathing down my neck and bugging me about being boring. Natalina didn't look more than her early twenties, so she couldn't be an old fart bag – and if she was working for my grandma I could just call her off whenever I wanted.

"Then you'll have a lot to live up to if you're going to be Jocelyn," I joked.

"Hopefully I won't eventually become her."

"That's what I hope, too."

Natalina led me outside and I followed her to a little dark blue car. I couldn't have told you the name of it if I would've tried. (I'm positive that it's one of those European cars, the ones that are super-conservative and junk.)

"So, chaperone, what hotel are we staying at?" I asked her after a good fifteen minutes of driving. Hopefully Jocelyn had splurged, as she always did, and bought us something really extravagant to stay in. Normally Jocelyn was good at getting amazing hotels, but sometimes she tended to just randomly pick one.

"Ew, don't call me chaperone – it makes me feel old." Natalina insisted, a look of disgust crossing her face.

We laughed for a moment until I posed the question once again. "Where are we staying, though?"

She gave me the same blank look before shaking her head. "Oi, I forget everything, don't I? You'll be staying in the historic district – the center of town. It's the loveliest part…" Natalina went on and on about how beautiful her city was – by now I picked up on that she was a native Italian – her partial accent and pretty skin showed me that. "And we can go to the Guarnacci Etruscan Museum and see everything. Hotel La Locanda is probably the best place ever – I used to work there about uh… five years ago when I needed a job, but I soon quit…" As she rambled on I enjoyed the foliage. Beautiful chapels and other medieval buildings rolled by me, but I couldn't get those two men that were so different, so… so pretty out of my head.

I couldn't think of words to describe it, but as we pulled up to the hotel, I started to think of other distractions to keep my mind from wandering to them.