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Dawn's POV

"OMG!" I said as I boarded the plane. I was amazed at how luxurious everything was. The plane was awfully modern and extravagant. It took opulence to a whole new level. Additionally, the amenities were endless. There was a bar area that looked like it was taken out of the hottest club in Sinnoh and placed onto this plane. Not to mention, the men who worked behind the counter were stunningly delicious.

As I passed by the bar area, one of the guys winked at me and seductively smiled. I blushed. Ugh, I hate it when I blush. It's the one thing I can never control.

However, the blush that was entrapped on my face instantly appeared on his face when I ran my tongue over my upper lip and said "Hey," with a sly smile.

With a flick of my hair I continued through the plane, and it just kept getting better. Since there's only a maximum of twenty passengers allowed on the plane, all the seats are separated all over the plane each with their own air hostess or host! Each seat is like it's own realm of life. With ample space, reclining capabilities, and it's own personal plasma TV, this is awesome! The walls of the plane are an eerie dark blue that contrasts greatly against the contemporary lights which are giving off a white glow-sort of like a new cutting-edge club that dared to push the boundaries. The counters, the floors, and the railings were made out of beautiful, pure beige marble.

Scattered throughout the plane, were various little lounges which held modern, square beige sofas with equally square pillows of the same beige color. Additionally, there were gorgeous little fountains placed within the lounges that were threateningly distracting.

As I finished looking through the plane, I finally found my seat and indulged myself into the realms of the sumptuous chair.

"Awwwwww…," I moaned. The leather chair was just so comfortable and when I thought it couldn't get any better, the chair started massaging my back.

As soon as I drifted into my thoughts, I felt the plane taking off. The wave of amazement from the plane's luxury soon diminished and my blue eyes instantly flashed open. I want to get off this plane, now. I was so distracted by the plane's amenities that I completely forgot of my incessant, immense fear of flying. I started to panic and my breathing got uneven. How am I going to calm myself down? Okay think…..request a massage from one of the hosts, no! ummmm…oh, right. I'll just go to the bar and have a couple glasses of wine to calm myself down. Then I'll go back to my seat and drift off into a deep sleep, hopefully lasting three days.

I carefully walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. A couple glasses of wine soon turned into 6 and I felt myself become very groggy and loose consciousness….

Paul's POV

It's been five and a half hours and I am already bored out of my fucking mind. This plane's level of luxury is fine, it could be better and it certainly can offer more things to do. In addition to being bored out of my mind, I am currently veryagitated. Every hostess has attempted to flirt with me, which has grown increasingly annoying. No matter what I say, they won't let up. How am I going to last three days on this moronic plane? There better be some damn showers in the bathrooms, because there is no way in hell I'm going without a shower.

With that, I stood up and went to search for the bathrooms. When I finally found the men's restrooms, I went in. Before actually going into the lavatory, there was a little lounge that intersected the entrance of the men's bathroom, but still in the men's part of the restroom. When I entered I noticed two things. First, the was a huge bowl of chocolate just sitting on the table next to the sofa. Why in hell is there a fucking gigantic bowl of chocolate on the table next to the sofa? Speaking of the sofa, there was something on it. Passed out on the sofa was an exceedingly attractiveblue-haired girl who looked about twenty-one. Now when I think a girl is attractive, she's genuinely hot. Just like everything else in my life I strive for the best, and my expectations of women are just the same. In result, when I am to rate a girl in level of hotness, my expectations are extremely high…in order for a girl to be a ten, she must be perfect. Most men's ten are a five, edging on four for me. That's how tough I am. Even the best strippers I have called up have been a seven at most, who of which probably easily surpass a ten for a normal man.

The girl was wearing extremely short black shorts which revealed her flawless, long, slender, and ivory colored legs. Those legs were just asking to be touched. Her ass…. once her legs connected with her ass there was the perfect amount of curve that would leave any man drooling. Then my eyes traveled up her torso. She was wearing a tight, light pink shirt that aggressively hugged her small waist and attempted to wrap itself around her large breasts, but failed as the shirt stretched out. Her body was in a perfect position demonstrating her slender hourglass figure. Unfortunately, her face was facing the opposite way into the couch so I had a good view of her long, rare colored blue hair, but not her face.

Then something happened that never happens, I blushed. WHAT THE HELL! I never damn blush. It was like my face was taunting me as it rapidly spread the red glow across my checks.

Suddenly, the door sprang wide open and one of the hostesses came in and closed the door behind her.

"Enough games, I know you want me Paul, that evil scowl you have been giving me just oozes sexual tension," she said as she pinned me up against the wall and started rubbing my abs.

"What the hell? That scowl was so you could get the fuck away from me, not come and sexually assault me," I yelled as I tried to get out of her wrath without hurting her.

"Shhhhh," she said as she put a finger on my mouth, but then quickly removed it and replaced it with her mouth. Without sparing a second, she swiftly started exploring my mouth with her tongue and started to undo my belt.

I am not attracted to this woman, although other men probably would be, I am not enjoying this, it's quite the opposite, and I want to get the hell out of this bathroom before I get raped.

With that, I forcefully threw her off of me and towards the sofa. She not only landed on the sofa, but the blue haired girl as well. Within seconds they both fell off the couch. The hostess hit the nearby table which sent the bowl of chocolate to rapidly slide and crash onto the head of the blue haired girl.

Upon impact she awoke and screamed, however she was facing away from me and I still didn't manage to get a look at her face. Damn it, I just want to see what her face looks like!

Her screaming released me from my thoughts and I looked at the scene in front of me.

It was a mess. There was chocolate everywhere,not to mention all over the blue-haired girl's body. It would take a good long shower to just get all the chocolate out of her hair.

The hostess seemed to be passed out on the floor. The table was knocked over. The sofa's two pillows were on opposite sides of the room. The sofa, as well as the marble floor, was covered with chocolate.

This was bad. I certainly did notwant to be blamed for this, so I quickly left. Just let the next smuck who walks through the door deal with it.

Dawn's POV

WHAT THE HELL! Just a few hours ago I remember gulping some glasses of wine and now I'm in the men's lounge! And why am I covered in chocolate!

"WHAT THE HELL!" I angrily yelled. How did I even get in this situation? I looked to my right and saw a hostess who was passed out with her hair lodged inside one of those little fountains.

I knew the longer I sat here, the harder it would be to get the chocolate off my skin and out of my hair. So I rushed into the bathroom, found a shower, and jumped in. I left my clothes on as I knew it would be extremely hard to get them off with the chocolate acting like some sort of glue.

As I was washing the chocolate off my body, I heard two men talking to each other. I gasped. REALLY, AM I IN THE MEN'S BATHROOM? I mentally screamed. Whatever, I'm just going to continue taking a shower. Besides I am wearing clothes, so it shouldn't really matter, but…still.

Once I finished getting all the chocolate off, I started to look for where they put the towels. "OMG, you probably have to ask the hosts for towels beforehand! Damn it!" I know I'm wearing clothes, but I really don't want to walk out there with water drenched clothes that are sticking to me like glue. My shirt was already tight as it is, and now it's so tight you can see the outline of my bra.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" I yelled as I started stomping my feet. How it hell did I even get in this situation anyway? I sighed, I have no choice, but to just walk out there in my drenched clothes and quietly find my seat.

I opened the bathroom door and peaked outside, there seemed to be no one around so I slowly walked back to my seat. I made sure that I wouldn't slip on the marble since my feet were soaking wet. As I was walking back, the plane encountered some sort of wind turbulence that made me fall into someone's lap.

Paul's POV

I was taking a nap, but was vigorously awakened when I felt someone fall into my lap. It was that blue haired girl. She was wet, smelled like chocolate, and was sitting in my lap. I grabbed her waist before she fell to the ground. Unfortunately, in the process she accidentally spilled my drink into my lap and started to worry.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," she said nervously as she grabbed a napkin and attempted to dry my crotch while still sitting in my lap. Despite everything, I still didn't get the opportunity to look at her face.

She continued, aggressively, trying to dry my crotch. Although, she didn't notice that since her whole body was wet, my whole body was getting wet in the process.

"I'm so sorry!" she said as she continued her pounding. Okay, this has got to stop. I have an insanely hot, wet girlbelligerently pounding my crotch and I am starting to lose consciousness. I can feel that stupid blush spread across my face. I can feel the blood rush to my nose. Unconsciously, I let out a moan, but since she was already so distracted, she didn't notice it. Thank god, that would have made things so much more awkward. Yeah, like things could get anymore awkward. My hands hostilely held the arms of the chair to try to calm my nerves, but it wasn't helping.

Then she stopped. "Listen I'm really sorry, I think I shou-…." she stopped mid sentence as she turned around and faced me. Those eyes-oh my fucking shit! Those rare sapphire colored eyes; the eyes of Troublesome. Shit. Once I figured out who it was I instantly released my grasp on her waist and she fell on the floor right between my legs.

"P-Paul?" she stuttered as looked at me stupidly. My face is flustered, I'm pretty sure my nose is going to start bleeding any second now, I am soaked in water, and now Troublesome is on the floor in between my legs. Shit, can things getany worse?

Yes, in fact, things can get worse because fate just loves to screw around with me. Due to the wind turbulence my carry-on bag, which is more like a small suitcase, was behind Troublesome. Within seconds, there was more wind turbulence which caused my carry-on bag to hit her straight in the back, causing her head to land directly on my crotch.

My body tensed, my mind numbed, and I started sweating. I don't think I have ever been in a more embarrassing situationthan this….this is bad. Damn, how in hell am I going to get myself out of this one? I can barely think right now, let alone talk.

My nervous thoughts were interrupted as a hostess came over and started talking. "Excuse me, we do not allow that kind of conduct on this plane. Miss, can you please escort yourself back to your seat?" Troublesome got up and she's just as flustered as I am. Refusing to make eye contact with me, she walked back over to her seat.

Dawn's POV

That has got to be the most embarrassing thing that has everhappened to me. I feel dirty, uncomfortable, and most of all, really embarrassed. My cheeks feel so hot right now. Damn it! Would I just stop blushing for once! For some reason I feel as if he planned that; he's probably laughing at me right now. That fucker.

I walked back to my seat fully aware of all the scowls I received from the hostesses. I slouched in my chair and sighed. Did that bastardreally have to be on this plane? Jesus, I haven't seen him in what, eight years and that's how we run into each other again? Some reunion. My head started throbbing and I started freaking out from being in the air. Great. I don't want to think right now; all I want to do is sleep. I prayed to God that I would have some aspirin and sleeping pills in my carry-on bag.

I got up and opened the over head compartment. "huh….where's my carry-on bag?" I mumbled to myself.

Great…due to all the wind turbulence, it slid to the back to the overhead compartment. I groaned. I'm only five feet and six inches so there's no way I could possibly reach my bag.

Maybe I should just ask one of the male hosts? I know…

I climbed onto the arm of the chair and arched my back so I could have my hands grasp the compartment. This position was certainly uncomfortable and dangerous to say the least. My palms started to get sweaty and I started to worry about slipping. What if the plane has some more wind turbulence and I land on the marble ground and crack my head!

"Whatever, just get your bag as fast as you can so you can sit back in your seat," I told myself. First I made sure that my legs and feet were in a good enough stance so I wouldn't fall off. I then breathed and slowly released one of my hands and reached for my bag.

"Damn it," I mumbled, I still wasn't close enough. Maybe if I stand on my tippy toes. As a relieved my legs of their strong stance, they shakily started to stretch up as my toes stood on themselves.

"Come on!" I quietly yelled at myself.

This must have looked beyond bizarre. Here is a girl who's wobbily standing on the arm of the chair without any shoes on, who's head is completely in the upper compartment, mumbling things to herself, and not to mention, she's completely wet. Not only will the hostess think I'm some sexual animal, she'll think I'm some crazed manic. Absolutely perfect,and to think I'm going to have to spend three days on this plane makes things that much better.

When my head was in the compartment I noticed a sticker that said something. It read "MAKE SURE OVERHEAD COMPARTMENT DOES NOT EXCEED 150 POUNDS" 150 pounds, really? The combined weight of myself and my carry-on bag would surely not exceed 150 pounds. That's when I got an idea. Why not just climb into the compartment? It's really big so I would be able to fit.

I took a deep breath and the used my arms to lift my body into the compartment. I made sure not to hit my head and once my torso was in I pulled my legs in. "There, that wasn't so hard! Yes, I finally got my bag!" I said happily as I pounded my fist into the air.

I saw a hostess walk by and talk to herself. I was way in the back grasping my bag so she wasn't able to see me. "Why would someone leave an overhead compartment open? How stupid are some people? Jesus, don't they realize how dangerous it can be," she said as she closed the door to the compartment. The light quickly diminished and I realized the predicament I was in. My eyes flickered in fear. I'm locked in this enclosed compartment without anyone knowing and no way of escaping. I'm locked in!

"SHIIIIITTTT! AHHHHHH" I yelled. I started to panic and get claustrophobic. It's way too dark for comfort in this compartment and it's getting hard to breath. My heart stopped, I gulped. My throat grew dry, I worried. Additionally, the throbbing question kept arising and molesting my brain. HOW AM I GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE!

Paul's POV

I can't believe that just happened. What are the chances that Troublesome would be on the same plane as me going to Unova? I guess so fucking high that I didn't realize it. Damn, I had to re-unite with her like that? I'm going to have to avoid her during this whole damn flight. Yeah, like that will fucking happen. Her loud, obnoxious voice will probably echo through this whole plane. Her troublesomeness will undoubtedly get in trouble too. I don't care how hot Troublesome is, there is no way that I would ever associate myself with a brat like that.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as a husky voice whispered something in my ear. "How did you know I like it rough?" Her hot breath ran down my neck making me shiver uncomfortably. I turned my head to see that it was that damn hostess from earlier who tried to rape me. God, she just doesn't understand, does she?

"Can't you get it through your thick skull, I have no desire to do anything with you. I thought I made that clear earlier," I angrily spat at her as I pulled her face away from my neck.

"What part of no don't you understand?" Okay now I'm just getting really irritated. Can I just be left the hell alone and nap or something?

"Are you deaf too? Just get your ass away from me." What is wrong with this woman?

"I don't think do," she purred. She then launched herself at me and attempted to latch herself onto me. Luckily, I dodged at just the right minute and started to run down the aisle. I could hear the clunking of her heels hit the marble and I knew she was hot on my trail. However, the clunking soon vanished and was replaced with a large crash and a few groans. I turned around and inspected the scene in front of me.

Sprawled out on the floor was the hostess who looked to be passed out. On top of the hostess sat Troublesome who starting talking to herself.

"Oooowwww, that really hurt, but it probably hurt her even more," she said as her sapphire eyes laid themselves upon the hostess. She then continued,"At least I got out of there! I swear I would have gone insane if I was in there for another minute. And I got my bag!" she happily cheered. Troublesome then pealed herself off the hostess and vigorously started looking through her bag.

Okay one, is she that stupid that she doesn't notice me standing right in back of her….. granted her back is towards me. Two, where did she get out of? I quickly scanned the area and saw a nearly broken overhead compartment door. Wow…..really? Doesn't matter, I don't even want to know.

"Shit, come on it has to be in here. Don't tell me I went through all that trouble and they're not in here." She mumbled to herself.

"Oh there they are!" She grabbed two bottles which looked like some sort of medication bottles. However, there was yet another bundle of wind turbulence that made her fall over and drop the small circular bottles. Said bottles came rolling in my direction and I stopped them with the ball of my foot.

"Noooooo!" She said as she lunged at them, but stopped when she realized that they had gotten trapped underneath my foot.

I picked up the two bottles and looked at them. "Well, what do we have here? Some aspirin and sleeping pills? Oh golly, just what I needed too," I said sarcastically and smirked at her. I started to walk away with the bottles in my hand, but was stopped as I was brutally assaulted from the back.

Troublesome had leaped onto my back sending us both crashing onto the hard marble floor. She then turned me over and violently grabbed the collar of my jacket until our faces were centimeters apart. Shit, again with the awkward positions? Troublesome is laying on top of me with both her legs in between my legs, both her hands wrathfully gripping my collar, and both our bodies pressed up against each other. Since our faces are so close, I could feel her minty breath on my cheeks. Damn it, it's getting hard to concentrate again.

"Give. Me. Back. My. Bottles. Right Now," she said with the harshest tone I have ever heard her speak in. Then, she pulled my collar again so my head was jerked even closer to her face, if that was even possible, and growled at me. The intensity in her sapphire eyes was certainly unsettling and strange coming from her. However, despite my attempts, she wouldn't break eye contact.

I sneered while rolling my eyes, "Like that will ever happen."

"PAUL! You have no ideawhat I had to do to get those pills, so you better give them back before you regret it," she said as she released her hold on my collar and started to pound on my chest.

"PAUL! Just giv-" She was cut off as a carry-on bad hit her straight on the crown of her head and knocked her out.

"What the hell?" I muttered. Ohhhh…..since the overhead compartment door was nearly tore off, one of the carry-on bags had slipped out and came crashing down on her head.

As she was knocked out cold, I slowly started to remove myself from under her. Once I was up I saw one of the hosts walk by and I grabbed his wrist and spoke,

"Can you deal with this?" I said as I pointed to the broken overhead compartment door and Troublesome and then continued "I'm busty right now." As I walked away, I smirked triumphantly; I had her aspirin and sleeping pill bottles lodged away in the depths of my pockets.

Dawn's POV

My head hurts, bad. I flashed my eyes open, but instinctively closed them again as a bright light was directed straight into the pupils of my eyes. I then heard a voice.

"Hey sweetie, it's okay, wake up." The voice was sweet and caring so I attempted to open my eyes once more. I was still in my assigned seat of the plane, except it was fully reclined back and a bag of ice was placed on my head. I then looked over to my side and saw one of the male air hosts sweetly smiling at me.

"Hey, it's good to see you're awake. Sorry, about the light, I was just flashing a flashlight in your face to see if you had regained consciousness. You're really lucky too. The carry-on bag hit your head at a certain angle that there won't be any bumps or bruises on your head, but you'll just have some bad headaches."

I started to regain my consciousness and then remembered what happened before I blacked out. Paul. That bastard. First he takes my pills, then I get knocked out and he just leaves me here. God, I hate him!

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Not long, just a little over two hours. And don't worry about your overhead compartment, I got my men to fix it and now it's probably one of the strongest compartments on the plane. I'm not even sure how it could break like that though…."

I sweatdropped…., "Yeah, I don't know either. Anyway, thank you so much for helping me."

"No problem! If you need anything, just ask," he said as he got up and started to walk away

Once the man was completely out of sight, I collapsed in pain. "Owwwwww!" I silently groaned as I fervently gripped my head. I have the worstheadache. It can literally feel the continuous throbbing of my headache vibrating through my brain and down my body. I'm starting to feel nauseous and really dizzy. This isn't some small headache, no; it's more like a titanic migraine. Lying down makes me feel worse, sitting doesn't do anything, ugh, why won't the pain stop! It hurts so much and I know the only thing that could possibly stop it is some aspirin and a good nap.

That's it, I'm going to go find that bastard and demand my pills back. As I got up my migraine was much worse than I originally thought, which was already pretty bad. The pain that the migraine was causing so awful that I could barely walk, but regardless I fought through it until I got to Paul's seat.

Paul was sleeping deeply, probably because of my pills, damn him. Then I realized that this was the first time I got a good look at him without something happening. And he was much more attractive then when were kids. He was hawt.

Loosely-fitting black skinny jeans adorned his long, masculine, and toned legs. Really, black skinny jeans? The Paul I knew would never wear skinny jeans, his stylist must dressed him to fit into the current fashion trends. Regardless, the jeans immaculately outlined the muscular definition of his legs and made them look delectable. Unfortunately, since he's sitting down I can't see what his ass looks like in them so my mind fiercely started to ponder the idea on its own.

"Damn it, stop! This is Paul, I can't think Paul is attractive!" I hissed at myself while silently stomping my feet. But I couldn't stop. His body was like a magnet of some fatal attraction that was eating at my brain. Losing to my hormones, I continued ogling and drooling. My eyes traveled up those fit, manly legs and landed on his belt. His belt-the one thing between me and the release of his pants; the doorway to his package.

"What the hell! That wine must still be circulating through my brain, either that, or my migraine must be making me delusional." I scolded myself once more, but continued nevertheless. I can gawk, but my brain can't get that out of control.

His belt was quite interesting. It was black with an unusual purple symbol in the middle where the buckle connected to secure the belt. It looked slightly worn, so there must be some meaning behind it. Additionally the purple pendant symbol thing was the exact same color of his hair which made me giggle.

Once I finished scrutinizing his belt, my blue eyes eagerly voyaged themselves upon his chest. His chest.The tightness of his grey shirt brutally embraced, what appeared to be, rock hard abs. The shirt itself was slightly suggestive as it dared to dip into his chest in a v-neck fashion, thus exposing a good part of his upper chest. The small exposure of his chest was the spark that ignited my head like gasoline. As a result, my migraine just expanded, but my eyes couldn't break concentration on Paul. So then, my eyes found themselves on his neck, a neck that had a silver chain lightly hanging from it. This long silver chain stopped mid-chest with a purple pendant dangling at the end. The purple was the same purple as the belt pendant, once again coordinating with this hair color. Embellishing his shoulders was a purple and black jacket that looked like an updated version of the one from when he was a kid. The collar of the jacket was flipped up giving off a douchey, but alluring aura.

Lastly, I looked upon his face. I hate to admit it, but Paul's face is gorgeous. His jaw-line is so perfectly straight, effortlessly setting the platform for the formation of the rest of his face. His nose has the ideal amount of curve and rectangular shape that would make any actor jealous. Modest cheek bones give him a precise positioning of his lips-lips that appeared to be perfect for kissing. Purple hair embroidered his head and lightly grazed his sun kissed skin. His hair style was exactly the same as it was when he was a kid, chin level straight hair with various layers separated in the front.

I finally stepped out of my ogling when I realized what I came here for. To get my pills back, but how would I wake him up? Let's see what would get Paul really mad? I know…..

I slowly found and walked into the plane's kitchen and snatched what I was looking for-a big bucket. Towing the bucket in hand, I walked over to the bathrooms and went into one of the showers.

"Hot or cold water?" I asked myself.

"He needs to cool down that jackass, cold personality so cold water it is!" I twisted the knob all the way to the cold side until it locked, telling me that the water was as cold as it could get.

Once the bucket was full, I hauled it over to Paul's seat and thought about what I was about to do. "ummmm, this will probably get me into a lot of trouble, but I fucking hate Paul right now, so I could really care less." Ignoring the consequences, I lifted the bucket up and over Paul's head. The water quickly slid down his body and instantly awakened him.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled and indignantly sent me the most horrifying scowl ever.

"I should be asking you the same thing! You stole my pills and left me passed out in the middle of the aisle!"

"And you think that gives you the right to pour freezing cold water all over me!" he furiously hissed. Once again, he sent me one of his famous scowls.

"Just give me my pills and I will get out of your face." I said nervously as I looked at the ground. He was really starting to scare me. I couldn't even make eye contact with him. His onyx eyes were brimming with pure hatred, he was livid.

"Yeah," he snapped "After that little stunt you pulled, you're never getting your fucking pills back."

"Please Paul," I pleaded as I got on my knees, which was probably the wrong thing to do since Paul has a nearly indestructible wall that isn't susceptible to my little whines. "I have the worst migraine that only will be solved by the aspirin. Also, my anxieties of flying are dangerously high right now and the only way to solve those are with the sleeping pills. Come on Paul, I need the pills!"

"I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck." he sneered and spit at the floor next to me. Really? I was already demeaning myself by pleading, and he had to take it to a whole new level by spitting on the damn floor?

"And don't think giving me the water works is going to make me give in. Now, I don't see a reason for you to be here, so get the hell out of my face."

There was no use in arguing with him so I abruptly left. While I was on the way back to my seat, the male host, who helped me earlier with my head, saw how distressed I was and came up to me.

"What's the matter?" he coed as he rubbed my back.

I sighed, "I just really need some aspirin and sleeping pills."

"No problem, we have plenty. Just go back to your seat and I'll bring you some." He smiled as he walked off.

Really? I was flabbergasted and stunned at my own stupidity. I went thorough all that trouble and anxiety, when I could of just asked for some. " UGHHHHHH! I AM SO STUPID!" I yelled to myself. Whatever, it's in the past now. Nothing to worry about, except for my decreasing resistance to senselessness. I ruggedly sat back down in my seat and awaited my pills.

Once I was given the pills, I hastily gulped them down and started to drift into a peaceful sleep…..

Paul's POV

Troublesome is a damn ass face idiot. I am drenched,my seat is drenched,and my head is drenched with a growing headache. I am certainly not going to attempt to go back asleep in this soaking leather that is now my seat. Getting up, I wondered through the plane. I found a small lounge in the back away from everything. When I hit the sofa, my body collapsed. The freezing cold water made my body extremely tense and hurt like hell, so to prevent the pain I popped in two more sleeping pills and soon found my way back into a wonderful slumber.

When I awoke I, I was confused. Am I still dreaming? I wasn't in that little secluded lounge, but in another lounge that was much more intimate, like a secret lounge that all the hosts and hostesses go to for forbidden sex with the passengers. Then I heard hervoice.

"I knew you were hard to get, but boy, you are a challenge. Try to get out of this one," she slurred as she licked my neck.

I panicked. It was that damn hostess again, but this time everything was much more threatening. As my eyes focused, I realized the predicament I was in and I gulped.

My wrists and ankles were taped up against the cold wall behind me; I was at least four feet off the ground. How in hell did she manage to do that? Lodged inside my mouth was, what appeared to be, her bra. Then I recognized something. I wasn't wearing my clothes, but rather a skin-tight, pink dress that reached my mid-thigh and smelled like chocolate

Jesus, I know I have some senselessly obsessive fans, but this is just too far. This isn't even flattering, it's sickening. This is nothing compared to my little embarrassing predicament with Troublesome. My cheeks are so hot right now I think I can feel my brain melting. My body is so tense that I can feel the loss of feeling in my legs. Embarrassed, humiliated, scared, anxious, uncomfortable, and dirty-I never thought I could feel all those emotions at once, yet alone even feel them at all.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I silently pleaded into the lodged bra in my mouth.

She was well aware of my anxiety and started talking, "Come on Paul, don't be like that. Once I start I know you will enjoy it. I've been practicing for this very moment and I know I'm ready," she said as she gradually turned down the lights until they where a barely dimming force.

I powerfully spat the bra out of my mouth and started talking. "What the hell? You planned for this? You knew this would happen? What are you smoking?" I said in the best demeaning voice possible, but I undoubtedly failed. My body was shivering out of fear and my voice echoed that emotion.

I always knew why I hated the emotion of fear. It's just been so long since I have actually been afraidof something. Being afraid, the anxieties, the tentativeness, the distress just everything with it is so utterly weak. You're in this state of vulnerability, a state of mind that is an endless tunnel of debility and limitations. A tunnel where you're never in control. A tunnel that I wish to never travel, but yet I'm in it.

My fear soon escalated as she pulled out a knife behind her back and started talking. "Believe me, with this…." she pointed at the knife "…..things will be much more entertaining," she said with a smirk.

Slowly strutting, she eventually reached me. "I'm so excited, Pauuul," she slurred as her eyes grew wide with ecstasy. The look on her face disturbed me. It was like someone put a stick up a Buneary's ass and the Buneary awkwardly enjoyed the pain.

"A-are youuuu excittted, Paauulll?" she slurred as she extended my name with a smile. With every word she inched her body closer to mine until I smelt her breath. The smell of heavy alcohol, of course, she just had to be drunk. There are the types of people who get really aggressive when they're drunk and then there are the ones who get really sexual. Then there is her-a mixture of the two, which is by far the most menacing combination.

She slapped my thigh and spoke "Thisss is goinaa be so much fun, Paulie!" I gulped. Shit.

Then, she pounced on me and clasped her arms around my neck. Assertively, her hands traveled down my body. I sweat-dropped. With her every touch, my body rigidly stiffened more and more until I lost all feeling in my body. It was as if my body wanted to get the hell out and due to my current restrictions, it just shut down. Fuck.

Once her hands finished explored my body, which was extremely easy since I was wearing this insanely short, idiotic pink dress, her mouth dashed up and down my neck with kisses. I was about to faint from repulsion, but the door swung wide open and two bodies latched on to one another entered.

It was Troublesome and the same male host from earlier whom of which were both engaging in a fierce make-out session. Their little tongue battle dramatically escalated as the guy holstered Troublesome up against the wall, causing her to coil her legs around his waist. Troublesome let out a light moan as he began kissing her chest. They were both so enticed by each others bodies that they didn't notice my little predicament….well until Troublesome made eye contact with me. Her sapphire eyes grew wide out of surprise and unexpectedly screamed.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, then continued. "Shit, shit, shit" Troublesome mumbled as she slipped out of the guy's grasp and quickly fixed her shirt and hair.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you did nothing wrong," She replied "That creepy bastard was watching us as he was getting mauled in the neck by her." she said as she pointed to me and the hostess, who for some odd reason was facing the wall.

"WHAT!" I yelled. "This is not what it looks like. That bitch taped me to this wall and has been sexually abusing me for the past five minutes."

"Oh really? And you expect me to believe that?" Troublesome said questionably.

"YES, DO YOU THINK I WOULD PUT ON A SKANKY DRESS AND THEN TAPE MYSELF TO A WALL SO SOME WOMEN COULD SEXUALLY DOMINATE ME?" I yelled. Okay I am past my breaking point, I just want to get off this damn plane and get my ass the fuck back to Sinnoh.

"Actually, yes I do think you would do that. After all, you are pretty messed up in the head," she sneered.

Then the guy who was dumbfounded by the whole scene, re-focused himself and added to Troublesome,

"Dude, I love playing sexy role games with women, like any other man would, but you just took it too far. This is just beyond weird."

"I didn't ask you, so shut the hell up," I spat.

Before leaving, he saw the hostess who was still facing the wall. "Claire?" She turned around. "What in hell are you doing here? The co-pilot has been looking for you for the past fifteen minutes."

"R-r-reaaaaaally?"

"Really Claire, you're drunk? This is unacceptable, you're coming with me," he said as he hauled Claire to the door, but before leaving he said one last remark to Troublesome.

"Listen Dawn, I'm sorry, but I really have to talk care of this moron."

"It's fine James, I'll see you around."

Once James and Claire left, the room fell silent and not the kind of silence I like-it was painfully awkward. Troublesome broke the silence first and spoke.

"Have fun trying to get down from there," she smirked as she ran a hand through her hair and headed for the door.

The way I see it, I have two options. 1.) I can let myself hang here and attempt to pull my wrists and ankles out of this unusually strong tape. However with my every attempt, the tape tears through the top layer of my skin, formulating a rush of blood to come dripping out. Option one is out. 2.) I could let myself hang here and just wait until another person comes in and helps me down. Although, I'm not sure what would drive a person to help a man dressed in a short, pink dress taped to the wall. They'd most likely be petrified by the image and sprint away in fear. Shit, that only leaves option three which is to askTroublesome for assistance.

"Wait!" I called out to her before she left the room.

She didn't turn around, but responded nevertheless. "Oh, let me guess, you want me to help you out of your sticky, little predicament, yes? Now why in hell would I do that? And what benefit would it give me?"

Do you have any idea how much this is hurting my pride? Shit, I don't ask anyone for help, but now I'm going to have to askTroublesomefor help? I'm not sure if I could ever recover from something so grave, but then the longer I stay lodged in this position in this dress, the faster my ego deflates. What's more important, my self-respect or my self-esteem? I hate to admit it, but I'm an egotistic fiend, so my pride will have to momentarily decrease.

Now the bigger problem. How will this benefit Troublesome? God, I fucking hate her right now. Can't she just be her bubbly self and get me down, no questions asked?

"Okay I will help you down, but on one condition," she said as she turned around and looked me straight in the eyes.

"What?"

"I get to take a picture of you like that on my phone."

"Whatever." She promptly took out her phone of the front pocket of her shorts and snapped a picture.

"Why do you even want a picture anyway, so you can ogle at it?" I said while smirking.

"Nope, so I can send it to Reggie," she said while smiling evilly at me.

"WHAT? FUCK YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW HUMILIATING THAT IS?"

"Yep, and I'm sure Reggie will appreciate my gratitude."

I angrily sighed, "Just get me the hell out of this."

"You think I would go over there and touch you while you're wearing that? Hell no," she said as she pulled a pokeball out from the same pocket she pulled out her phone, and called out a Pokémon, "Empoleon, spotlight!"

"Carefully use drill peck to get Paul down from there."

Within seconds the bird Pokémon finished and I was back on the floor. Then the pilot started talking.

"Hello passengers, I hope you have been enjoying your flight, but we will be arriving in Unova in a few hours so everyone please take your seats. Thank you."

Troublesome scurried back to her seat while I rushed to the bathrooms to change out of this damn dress. When I returned back to my seat, I was finally relieved that in a few hours I would be in the safety haven of Unova and off this nightmare of a flight.