A/N: Thank you for the reviews! New characters in this chapter: Crystal and Alison.
Crystal's P.O.V.
"Flight 236 to Playa Linda, California now boarding," the loudspeakers boomed. I startled in my seat and immediately caught sight of passengers bustling towards the gate.
A few months ago, my best friend Alison came up with an outrageous idea to spend our spring break in Playa Linda, California. Being my plain, withdrawn self, I obviously declined her offer immediately. But knowing Alison since we were practically in diapers, I knew she wouldn't stop urging. And with much persuasion (and even a little bribing), we finally got our parents to agree with our (well, actually HER) plan. So, here I am, stuck in this congested airport on a Saturday morning, anxiously awaiting for our plane to arrive to the gate.
"Crystal! Come on! Why are you still sitting there?" Alison ran up to me from the gift shop with a magazine in one hand and her carry-on bag in the other. "We gotta get in line for the plane!"
"Okay, okay!" I quickly reached down and grabbed my backpack. We both paced to the gate.
I thought being in California would make me feel out of place, but once I took my first step on the aircraft, I couldn't believe the small amount of space I had to move around. Pushing and squirming our way through passengers, we finally found our seats toward the end of the plane.
"Can you believe it Crystal?! We've been planning this thing for weeks and it's finally here! It's actually happening!" Alison beamed as she tucked her bag under the seat.
"I know, I can't believe it either!" I replied, faking my excitement. With the both of us being Ohio natives, we didn't know WHAT to expect. If California was gonna be like anything I'd seen on TV, I had every right to be nervous. But I couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation of anticipation and interest mixed in there as well. This was going to be different.
As the plane took off, I clasped tightly onto the hand rests of my seat. I've been on an airplane a few times before, but I've always despised the "taking-off" part of the plane ride the most. I could never get over how uncomfortable it made me.
Alison glanced over at me and chuckled. She popped in her Ipod headphones and started lip-synching to her favorite songs. You see, I love Alison to death and we're the best of friends, but I still can't figure out why she's so unlike me. I get straight As in school, I can't hold a decent conversation with a hot boy without being nervous the whole time, and I tend to stay on the un-riskier side when making decisions. Alison is the complete opposite of all those things.
I decided the best way to get over this uneasiness was to take a nice, long nap and try to forget about it. It was hard at first, but I finally managed to drift into a peaceful sleep. But not for long.
"MOMMMY! I'M BORED! WHEN ARE WE LANDING?" The screaming of the kid in front of me jolted me up. "Whoa…" I mumbled to myself, bringing the palm of my hand up to my forehead. Alison looked up at me from her magazine and smiled.
"Finally you're up!" She giggled. "You've been asleep for, what, three hours now?"
"Really?" I couldn't believe I managed to stay asleep for that long. And on an airplane no less!
"Yeah. Must've been some dream you had huh?" Alison said, focusing back on the article in her magazine.
"What do you mean? Did I say something out loud?" I often talk in my sleep, and Alison knew that due to the countless number of sleepovers we've had. Hopefully no one around us heard though.
"No, not this time. But you kept shifting around in your sleep, and I could tell it wasn't because the seat was uncomfortable."
Now that I thought of it, I did remember bits and pieces of what I could've dreamt of. But it was so incomprehensible and didn't make any sense to me at all. I peered out the window and looked at the blanket of white clouds below us. Trying hard to remember my dream, I recall seeing brightly colored bright flashing all around me. What could that possibly mean?
"PEANUTS?" The flight attendant asked, practically shoving a peanut bag into my hands before I even responded.
"Um…thanks..." I answered, with a hint of annoyance. I decided to shrug off trying to remember my dream and actually try and enjoy this trip. California, Alison, flashing lights...this was going to be an interesting spring break.
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