A Tale Even Shakespeare Couldn't Top
A Jelsa Fanfiction
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Chapter 2: Please fasten your- OOPS!
I can't stop thinking about Jack. Or Shakespeare. What is up with me?
Anna and I make it safely through security and find our gate. We get some muffins for breakfast, and while Anna gets a coffee, I get a chai tea.
Throughout breakfast, my mind is locked on his eyes, his smile. I shake my head. You're crazy, Elsa.
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Oh, no, Elsa. You only met him yesterday. Don't you dare start think that you're falling in love with him.
While I'm eating, a flash of white catches my eye, and I turn. Then it's gone.
Our flight is called, and Anna and I board.
This is going a long flight...
...
Halfway through our flight, I'm in the bathroom when we start experiencing turbulence. Crap.
"Sorry folks, we're just experiencing some turbulence so I'm gonna go ahead a turn the seatbelt sign on." There's a ding as the little lights above the seats go on.
I quickly wash my hands and shove open the door. Of course, my seat is super far away from the bathroom, and I wobble down the aisle as I quickly try and make my way towards my seat.
The planes rocks, and I lose my balance, falling into someone.
"Oh crap, I am so, so- Jack?" My eyes widen as I straighten my self up. Of all people...
"Elsa? You're on this flight too?"
"Umm... yeah?"
Someone taps me on the shoulder. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to please return to your seat." A flight attendant says.
"Oh, umm of course. Sorry about that." I say, and make my way back to my seat.
"What was that all about?" Anna asks, and I redden.
"I saw him again." I say, and Anna cheers.
"You are totally crushing!" She says, and I frown.
"No I'm not!" I say.
"Yes you are! Yes you-" I block her out by putting in my earbuds. I set it on shuffle, and read my book.
"This above all: to thine own self be true".
Where the heck did that come from?
I shrug, and try to ignore my Shakespeare quoting.
A little while later, Anna taps me on the shoulder. I remove my earbuds, and look at her with questioning eyes.
"Well, you say you don't like him because you just met him. Well..." Anna looks at her phone.
"Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom."
I frown. "You looked that up just to get to me, didn't you? Why is everyone plaguing me with Shakespeare?"
Anna shrugs. "Who knows? All I know it that time doesn't matter."
"Anna, Shakespeare goes way more deeper than you would think. How do you know if that's what he meant?"
"I don't. But I can assume, dear sister. Just trust me on this one! You guys are perfect for each other!"
I shake my head and go back to my book.
Time does not affect love? Ridiculous. What was that Shakespeare thinking?
...
At the end of the flight, I meet up with Jack once again as we walk down the aisle of seats.
"Sorry for falling into you." I say and I pull my blue suitcase along. Anna, luckily, is ahead of us, leaving me in a bit of peace.
"It's alright. You could call it karma for running into you yesterday."
"All the same-"
"It's fine, Elsa. No harm done."
It's awkward for a bit, until he speaks again. "So, where are you heading after this?"
"Burgess." I say, nonchalantly.
"Really? Me too! What university do you go to?"
"Bloomsburg University." I say. "I'm studying to become an actress."
"That's such a coincidence, because so am I!"
"How have we not seen each other?" I ask, frowning.
Jack shrugs. "I have no idea."
We finally leave the gate, and Anna is waiting for me, a grin on her face.
"I'll see you around then?" He asks, and I nod.
"Most likely."
Anna and I make our way back to where we parked our car and clamber in. I get into the drivers seat and start the car. Anna turns on the radio, and Love Story by Taylor Swift comes on. Oh great...
Through the window, I see Jack lugging his own suitcase across the lot. He turns, and waves. I smile and wave back.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
You aren't going to give up on me, are you brain?