Thanks to Silvermittweasle for reviewing ON THE FIRST DAY THAT I POSTED IT. HOLY FUCK CHRIST GEEZUS.

Sorry for the short chapter...I think this is all I can write for now while school's starting up. :/

As stated in the summary, this story/chapter was inspired by a cover of the song "Big Jet Plane" by Daniela Andrade that I first heard from a video of Nanalew's.


Ray had been planning to revisit New York City for quite a long time now. He had a few relatives who were living there, and apparently his good friend and ex-roommate Will was planning to visit there, too.

He stared out of the jet plane's window, his mind drifting with the white, puffy clouds that floated beside the giant metal bird. He closed his eyes, his brain, for once, not thinking of Victoria, but thinking of peace and quiet, which was definitely what the flight was giving him. He generally didn't like flying, even if it was statistically the safest way to travel, but he had to admit that it had calmed him down a lot.

Unfortunately, turbulence struck the aircraft, shaking the plane and jumbling Ray's peaceful thoughts. The seatbelt sign flashed above his head, and he buckled it quickly. Flight attendants walked by hurriedly to check if everyone's belts were buckled.

Ray couldn't help but glare after them. What the hell are you doing? It's not like the plane's crashing...

His mind suddenly filled with memories of her...her insane fear of flying. She would grasp onto his hand and shut her eyes tight during take-off and landing, and afterwards she would always double check with him that they didn't die. He would laugh softly and assure her that everything was fine, and they would have an enjoyable rest of the flight.

Ray groaned, running a hand through his spiky black hair. He couldn't even escape her in the clouds...


Tessa didn't enjoy flying. In fact, she despised it. Her stomach would twist and turn and then double knot itself as if it were the laces of her black Converse.

She looked down at the small orange iPod that lay in her hand before looking up at all the people around her in the rows of blue comfy seats. They all seemed to be accompanied by another person, may it be adult or child. The kids were surprisingly quiet; they were all either asleep or enjoying a movie.

Tessa's green eyes returned to her iPod. The musical little rectangle was her only companion.

She sighed and pulled her bright orange hoodie up over her head, covering her bunned ginger hair from view. She shoved her iPod into her pocket and crossed her arms. She wanted nothing to be left alone or be with family; they were the only people she could take.

The rest would have to be determined in time.


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