"Hey, watch it!" Jude snapped as a rather heavyset man barreled past us, nearly knocking me into my twin brother's arms.
"Jude, cool it," I assured him, leading the way back to our seats in the front of Coach. "I'm fine. Seriously." I smiled just to make sure he got the point, and squeezed in front of a man in jeans and a tee shirt that was sitting on the aisle seat of our row. "Excuse us." I chirped, happy to be heading back to the States. Jude squeezed to the window seat, which left me to sit between him and the random man. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed him looking at me occasionally, eyes usually managing to drift down to my breasts, which, unfortunately for me, were much larger than average.
Finally, I grew sick of it, about ten minutes after takeoff, and I turned to him, nearly catching him in the act.
"I'm Roxanne, by the way." I stated simply, hearing my ever-present Brooklyn accent coming out as I spoke. I leaned forward slightly, trusting my chest out. I like to play games with men, just to see if they're interested in more than the two, horridly impractical lumps that hung off my chest.
"Sawyer." Her replied in a southern accent, those gorgeous eyes that he had wandering back down to my breasts. "Excuse me?" this was getting old. Fast. "My face didn't quite hear your name." He looked me right in the eyes that time, and smirked "it's Sawyer."
I shot a quick little grin back at him. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Sawyer." I grabbed an issue of Glamour from the back of the seat in front of me and flipped it open.
Halfway through an article about the best nail polish colours for my skin type, the plane shook. I felt Jude tense up against me, waking up from the deep sleep he'd fallen into. "It's just turbulence, O fearless twin." I said jokingly, squeezing his hand. He just glared. Poor guy hated flying, and it was all because of me going to see my friend in Australia that we were flying anywhere.
The 'fasten seatbelts' light came on, and there was a small amount of noise from people trying to adjust theirs. Jude tightened his for about the fiftieth time, staring straight ahead. The flight attendant's voice came over the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, the pilot has turned on the fasten seatbelts sign -- please return to your seats with your seatbelts fastened..."
Bored with the magazine, I stuffed it back in the magazine holder and leaned back, closing my eyes.
"If the turbulence get's a little frightnin', you can grab right onto me." Sawyer's southern drawl interrupted my thoughts. I opened my eyes, giving him a look. "I'll remember that." I looked over at Jude. Asleep again, so I closed my eyes.
Then it happened.
I felt the plane drop. I heard people and loose objects smack against the ceiling. And I don't know why I did it, but I grabbed Sawyer's right hand with my left, and Jude's with my right. Then I closed my eyes and screamed as the plane was ripped in half.