Disclaimer: I do not own Companions of the Night. As much as I'd like to, I don't.
Chapter 1: Boarding the Flight to Tokyo
"Tokyo, huh?" I asked questionably.
"Yep!" Nellie, replied cheerfully. It had been 2 years since Michel. I was 18 now. It was summer, right before college life began. Nellie decided she wanted to go to Japan, of all places.
We sat in the airport waiting for our flight to be called. Our flight took off at 4:43pm. At 4:30, they began to board. We boarded the plan looking for our seats, preparing for this long flight.
"I thought you did the tickets right, Nell!" I said in disbelief.
"Well, the system must have screwed up! What are we going to do?"
I sighed, "Let's see here…Maybe someone is willing to trade with us…"
I went to walk by a man who looked to be in his late teens, maybe early 20ies. His hair was almost bleach blonde and had these gorgeous green eyes.
"Excuse me," I asked politely as I went around him. Our skin went into contact. I almost froze, but kept myself moving. He felt so chillingly cold. Did I recognize him?
He turned and looked at me with his green eyes. Something about him…I shook it off and turned away from his enticing glare.
We asked a lone person if she would switch. Luckily, she did. Nellie took the window seat and I took the aisle. I hated the window. It's too high up for me.
Nell and I got settled in for the long flight, waiting for liftoff. We sat and talked, facing each other. Next thing you know: liftoff.
For about 30 minutes, we shared my Ipod, listening too it. That lasted long. We soon grew bored. I turned towards the aisle for the first time since we sat down. The blond guy was right across from me, 3 feet apart, staring right at me. I quickly jerked my head forward.
A few moments later, I slowly turned my head. I sighed an inner relief when I realized he wasn't looking anymore.
I got a pillow and a blanket, figuring that was the best way to make a flight go by fast. The thoughts of the green-eyed boy troubled me though. I feel as though that I should recognize him, but I can't put my finger on it. Could it be…No it couldn't be Michel. Michel had a different expression on his face…well, not really. He didn't have any expression at all when I was with him.
I opened my eyes. I was facing the aisle. He was staring right at me again. He was startled that I opened my eyes. I could see it in his eyes.
I didn't turn away. I stared right at him. I thought he would be the one to turn away, but he didn't.
"Kerry…" he asked very slowly and very cautiously. My eyes widened.
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New story ppl! I got bored. Stared at a blank page for a while and then began to type. Soooo….Is it Michel? I mean, after all, he WAS teaching himself Japanese last time. REMEMBER?
