This is a fanfiction for my friends and I, for this "Show" called Apartment Girls. Enjoy!
"Finally they're boarding!" Willow picked up her lime green luggage and headed off to the Gates. Amy rolled her eyes and put on her new sun hat.
"Excuse me," She looked at the flight attendant. "My friends and I have been waiting here for three hours. If you don't mind, we'd like if we could be upgraded to First Class."
The flight attendant flashed a fake smile. "I'll see what I can do for you."
About ten minutes later, after we were all groaning about being stuck in a snow blizzard in Canada, she came back.
"We can put you on a separate plane with a few of our loyal customers. It's all I can do for you." She sighed.
Amy looked back at us and we all shrugged.
"Okay we'll take it."
"Great! So you'll have to walk down to gate C-14. They're boarding now."
As we all complained some more, we began walking down. Just as we were waiting by the seats, Elisabeth felt sick.
"Oh my God, I'm about to throw up. Does anybody have any food? I haven't eaten all morning."
Willow, Amy, Veronica and I began searching in our bags for a snack to give her, when Ciara kept hitting my arm.
"Sarina…"
"What?" I said, not looking up, still searching.
"Oh my God. Sarina…"
"Mhm?"
"Sarina!"
"What?" I exclaimed and looked at her. She looked hypnotized and she pointed at the gates. As we all looked up, we saw them.
"Holy shit."
"No way…"
"Oh my God," I clasped my hand over my mouth.
"H-how did they…?"
The cast of Degrassi began boarding onto the plane. One of the new guys on the show dropped his passport and as he bent down to pick it up, our eyes met.
He smiled and I couldn't help but blush.
"Are we flying with them?" Veronica squealed with excitement.
"Wait, wait stop. We have to act cool." Willow snapped us back into reality and we all nodded in agreement. We began walking casually behind them in the line up.
"God, I cannot wait to get to the hotel." One of the girls began complaining.
"Charlotte, stop complaining." The other said.
"Is it my fault I want to get out of the cold, and into the hot beach? Annie, you know you can't wait either." Charlotte replied.
"True. By the way, Thomas was totally checking you out." Annie whispered loud enough for us to hear. Charlotte giggled and they got boarded on.
Shortly after that, we followed them onto the plane.
I looked over at our tickets, only to find our seats in separate places.
"Wait guys," I said. "We're not sitting together?"
"What?" Ciara replied and looked over at my seat number. "A 17." She read and pointed in the back corner.
"You're beside that guy."
I looked up, and saw the same guy who dropped his passport sitting in the seat.
"Who would have thought…" A smile formed on my face and Ciara gave me a look.
"Remember Rina, act casual." She muttered, as we both looked over at him and smiled.
I walked up towards him, and opened the top cabnet to put my bag in. It was heavy, so I asked him for help. He didn't reply, so I looked down and asked again.
Was he ignoring me?
He looked over and then took off his headphones.
"Oh sorry, did you say something?"
"Uh… Never mind." I replied, feeling a bit offended. I pushed up the bag myself and sat down angry. I looked over to see how the girls were doing, and from the looks of it, they seemed to have a better flight than me.
Willow was seated next to a girl that I actually recognized; Jordan Todosey. On her other side was a big, tall handsome boy wearing a fitted. Willow looked over to me and gave me a thumbs up. I couldn't help but smile back.
Amy and Veronica on the other hand, were arguing.
"Veronica, I'm pretty sure my seat is correct. I'm sitting in 5 C." Amy said. I looked over to 5 C only to see a very good looking boy sitting there. He was wearing a black V neck an he flipped his brown hair as he took out a water bottle.
"Amy, do you not understand? That's my seat."
"Can you just go sit somewhere else?"
"No! How about you go?"
"It's my seat! It says it right here."
"No it doesn't!"
"Excuse me—" A tanned boy grabbed Amy's hand before she could continue. "I have a free seat right here, if you'd like." He flashed a smile at her, but she was busy gazing over at the other boy.
"Amy." Veronica said, snapping her back into reality.
"Huh? What? Oh. Sure," She smiled and sat beside him.
Veronica happily began walking towards the seat, until a girl with big curls sat there.
"Sorry." She said, smirking. "This seat is taken."
"Alicia, I think this is her seat." The boy in the v-neck said. I could see Veronica blushing. Alicia rolled her eyes and got up, letting Veronica sit in between them.
I finally looked over at the row across from me, seeing Ciara and a striking South African boy totally hitting it off.
"I also love Duram County, Shannon! Best show ever made." She laughed and he agreed. A boy with very curly hair came up to them and Shannon smiled.
"Spencer, meet Ciara. She'll be your plane buddy for the next five hours." He winked at Spencer and got up, letting him sit there. They began to talk, and I sighed depressingly.
Why was everyone having such good luck except me? He won't even talk…
"Buckle up." He finally said, pointing at the seat belt sign. I didn't know what to reply, so I started panicking in my head. Thank God, Elisabeth called me.
"Sarina!" She turned around from the seat in front of me.
"Hey," I smiled, buckling my seat belt. She nodded at the boy beside her and I squinted to get a better look. He looked identical to the boy in the v-neck except he had shorter hair.
"This is Thomas," She smiled and I said Hi.
Finally after talking to Thomas and Elisabeth, the plane was taking off.
Halfway through the flight, I looked over at the boy beside me and noticed him dozing off. I leant over to see his name on his passport, but just as I was doing so, the plane shifted to the left and I fell on him.
He woke up, startled.
"I'm so sorry!" I said and he rubbed his eyes.
"Did we arrive?"
"No, the plane just—" Suddenly, the plane made another sharp turn and his elbow hit me.
"Oh sorry!' He exclaimed and I laughed.
"It's fine, I don't know what's wrong with the pilot." We both laughed, until the plane began shaking.
Somebody screamed and just as I buckled up my seatbelt, the lights flickered off.
"Nobody panic!" The flight attendant said over the speakers.
"Oh my God! The pilots dead!" Another flight attendant screamed and that set it off. Chaos went all over the plane. People began praying and some began to cry. Before I knew it, I grabbed the boy's hand next to me. I studied his face, knowing that this may be the last person I'd ever see before I died.
"We're going to crash!" I exclaimed.