Author's note.
Hey guys. Here's the update, I'll try to update one more time today!
Disclaimer.
I don't own Zoey 101.
Dedication.
Shella bella
"So, where are we going?" Chase asked, leaning against a shelf. We were in the air port gift shop, and I was piecing through candy selections so that I could have something to do on the plane ride, or more like something to eat. Last time I was on a plane was last Christmas when my parents took me and my little brother to Disney World and I at the potato chips, and found out that they were rotten and had had the stomach flu the whole time.
"London, idiot." I said, digging around in the dollar candy basket and producing a bag of spearmint gum drops and licorice. "No, I meant after this." Chase said, also digging around and in a few moments returning his hands to the surface, two bags of mashmallows in one hand and a bag of misfit cheetos in the other. Shrugging, we walked up to the counter, paid and began walking in the direction of the gate to the London flight.
Plopping down in one of the uncomfortable blue plastic airport chairs, I crossed one of my tanned legs over the other, opening the bag of spearmint gum drops and popping one in my mouth. "I wonder where Lola went." I mused, popping a few more in my mouth. We sat in silence, and I could tell that something was bothering Chase, but I didn't want to ask him.
It wasn't like I had time to ask, because as soon as I finished off the bag of gum drops and threw it into the nearest trash can, the stewardess began calling off our flights. As I nodded to Chase towards the entrance to the plane, we grabbed our things and Lola instantly came into site. "Hey guys." Lola smiled, and I saw that she was alone. Logan and the rest of them probably already boarded, I decided. Spoiled kids they were.
We got into our seats and I settled into my seat, enjoying the feeling of the smooth interior. I better enjoy it, I was going to be sitting on it for the whole flight to London which I was guessing was pretty long, it had to be. I turned to see Lola slip into the seat next to me. "Where'd Chase go?" I asked, looking up from my bag and over at my friend.
"We traded," Lola smirked, crossing her legs and pulling out an iPod from her bag. "I wasn't going to sit next to Logan the whole flight. Ugh, ew." She said, shaking her head with disgust. I knew that if Quinn were here, this would be her time to interject something—but she wasn't here. She was already in London and was to meet us there, the whole group, once we got there. Something about a science fair or whatever?
The plane was delayed, but thankfully they were showing "The Notebook" so at least we could watch that while we were waiting for the pilot. Apparently he had eaten one too many burritos on the trip to Mexico, and was currently in the air port bathroom, so they were scrambling to find another pilot. I looked over to see Ms. Andrea who was sitting not a distance away from me, but far enough. I waved to her, as if to show her that we were all alright. I didn't want her to panic, I hate when people panic—especially if it has anything to do with me. I cleared my throat, looking over at Lola as she scouered "Cosmo Girl" from cover to cover.
I smirked, Lola tried to be 'out of it', unique, creative—and she was. But, come on. We were teenage girls living in California, she couldn't help but get sucked into the vortex of lip gloss and fashion magazines some day. I considered cracking a joke, but the hint of annoyance in the air from the surrounding flight passengers was enough to make me quiet.
It was quiet, too quiet. But we waited. Every once in a while a random passenger would mumble something, just to break the thick awkward silence. I ignored it, knowing that if a look of annoyance was on my face, Ms. Andrea would go insane, and we hadn't even left the air port yet! Finally, a pilot entered the plane, I saw his uniform out of the corner of my eye as he made his way into the cock pit.
They went through the procedures, explaining all the buttons, and at that part the stewardess looked directly at the rows of seats dedicated to PCA. "Please buckle your seat belts." Were the final words of the stewardess, and the passengers began buckling and adjusting until ten minutes later, the last seat belt had been clicked and we were ready for take off.
I hated when planes took off, I hated when my ears popped. I quickly took out the pack of gum from my pocket, handing one out to Lola who equally shared my hatred of plane tacking offs and landings. We began furiously chomping on our gum, our brows furrowed as the plane began to roll down the runway, and soon we were up in the air, soaring past the clouds.
Goodbye, California. Hello, England!