A/N - Looks like I'm finally getting back into my random bohemian ficlets, which is good. This one is inspired by the song Airplanes B.O.B, Hayley Williams and Eminem. The first lines instantly out these guys in my head. Reviews would be lovely, as always!
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
There was a sort of tradition among the bohemians. Once a month, when it hit midnight, some of them would sneak up to the junkyard, find a clear patch of ground and just… sit. They'd talk, they'd drink, they'd smoke. Sometimes they'd just sit in silence, staring at the sky. Tonight Meat, Britney, Sid, Motley, Blink, Link, Charlotte and Madonna were doing all three, if the smell of beer and the constant clouds of smoke were anything to go by.
"Quick!" Motley sat up quickly, sending Sid and Link - who had been using her shoulders as a pillow - flying. "Make a wish!"
"What?" Link frowned, rubbing the side of his face where he'd hit a rock.
"Remember we read about those shooting stars? How you can't see them anymore, 'cause it's so bright all the time?" They all nodded.
"Oh, I get it," Meat chuckled. Brit looked down at her, his face showing the same amount of confusion as the others. "Look." She pointed up, where a faint light could be seen moving across the sky.
"I may be wrong, but I think that's a plane," Blink said.
"I know that," Mot rolled her eyes. "But… can't we just pretend?" All the bohemians stayed silent for a while. Sid took a final drag from her cigarette and dropped it on the floor beside her.
"Alright," she grinned, putting at arm around her friend's shoulders. "We'll pretend." Mot grinned back.
"Make a wish then." They all looked up at their 'star' for a long moment. Finally, it was Charlotte that broke the silence.
"So, what'd you lot wish for?"
"Can't tell," Blink grinned. "Won't come true."
"He's right," Madonna poked the leather clad woman in the ribs. Charlotte rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Fine, fine." They all enjoyed the silence for a little while longer, when it was broken by the loud wail of a police siren.
"Party's over folks!" Brit said as they all jumped to their feet. They ran for the old van covering the entrance, where Brit ushered them all in. When he finally lowered himself into the opening in the ground, he took one final look up at the sky, where the plane was still visible.
"Hurry the hell up, Dreamer," he muttered. "I wished on a bloody airplane for you."
I could really use a wish right now…