Oh, before I forget, here's a disclaimer... I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. ALTHOUGH I WISH I DID. SADLY, EDWARD AND BELLA BELONGS TO STEPHANIE. DARN!
CHAPTER 2:
"Now boarding: American Airlines flight 274. Destination: Honolulu, Hawaii. Gate B. Once again, American Airlines flight 274 to Honolulu, Hawaii, now boarding at Gate B." We heard over the airport intercom.
"That's us!" My mom said as she handed me my ticket.
I took notice of my seat number and asked Mom where her seat was.
"Well since it was a last minute trip, I took what was available, which means we're not seated together. I got you an aisle seat, though." She answered.
"Cool. I don't mind as long as it's an aisle seat. You know how much I hate sitting between strangers. But not as much as I hate sitting near the window. Looking out causes anxiety." I said.
"I know, Honey." Said Mom.
'36C... 36C...36C' I thought to myself, as I looked to find my seat. 'Aha! Found it.' I took my book out of my bag and put my bag in the overhead cabin. When I looked down to pick up my book and take my seat, I saw that it was gone. I thought maybe I dropped it, so I bent down to look under the seat. That's when I heard the most sensual voice ever.
"Looking for this?" I looked up to the owner of the voice and found that not only was his voice mesmerizing, but so was his face. His eyes especially. They were emerald green. I have never seen eyes so green. They were beautiful.
"So are yours, ma'am." He said and then gave me the most dreamy smirk ever. Oh my god! Did I just say that out loud?
He looked at the book. "Fifty Shades of Grey. I heard some very intriguing details about this book. Something like wife and mommy porn." He chuckled. My face turned red and I could feel heat crawling up trying to burn me. "Don't be ashamed. It could be worst, you could have been my mom." He laughed. It was a very hearty laugh. The kind of laugh that warmed your heart and touched your soul. I wanted to hear it for eternity. Wait, what? I had no idea who this sexy man was, yet I was thinking of hearing his laugh for the rest of my life? I think I might be going a bit crazy.
"It's not that bad. I got it as a gift from my best friend. I was afraid that every page was going to be about bondage. But to me, it's pretty mild. It's more emotional than what sex offers alone. It's a deeper connection between a dominator and his submissive companion. There's history. A back story, if you will. I feel this character's sorrow and I understand why he is the way he is. But I will admit, the steamy parts are written very... well." Wow! I cannot believe I just said all of that to a complete stranger, let alone a sexy one at that. While I was explaining my opinion about the book, I envisioned being tied up in a red room like the one in the book, and submitting myself to this very sensual creature of a man. He took my every need and made it his own. He played me like an instrument. Making me cry out in sheer pleasure. Now this was just a matter of moments. What in the world was wrong with me?
"I'm Edward, by the way." He said as he extended his arm out to shake my hand.
"Bella." I said, placing my hand in his. At that moment, I felt a very strong jolt of electricity. I immediately pulled my hand away.
"Sorry. There must be a lot of static on this plane." He said, frowning.
"It's alright. I'm a bit used to it. It seems that everywhere I go, I zap people. The worst, though, is when I went to Las Vegas. Not only did I zap people, but my hair would stand up as if I placed my finger in an electrical socket. It was pretty embarrassing." I could not believe I had the worst case of word vomit right now. Someone shoot me now before I make a bigger ass out of myself.
"Actually, it's pretty normal. We are all walking conducters. We release energy all the time. Some times more than others. In Vegas, the cause of static electricity is the dry climate. Especially for visitors. They are walking in and out of hotels, which is mostly carpeted, so the chances of being jolted by it is greater." He explained.
"Wow. I had no idea the cause was that simple. I thought it was because I was walking in and out of the hotels, bumping in to people, and being surrounded by hundreds of machines. It felt like walking on a giant electric grid." I said.
"You're actually right, there. But it's the dry climate that makes it more so. Think about it. If your hair was wet or damp and you rubbed a balloon on it, do you think your hair would stand up? Or if you walked across the carpeted floor in wet socks and touch the doorknob, it would shock you? The air in Vegas rarely has any moisture, so chances of picking up static electricity is greater." He explained. He sounded so smart. I wonder what he was? I Science teacher? An electrician perhaps? An engineer of some sort, creating micro chips?
"What do you do?" I asked.
"Uh, I refurbish computers, laptops, and cell phones. I can also refurbish gaming systems, but those aren't really my specialty. A lot of gamers like their systems customized, and I can't always give them what they want, so if any one asks, I usually tell them I will only do stock consoles." He replied. So he was an engineer of some sort. I like it! "What do you do?" He asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"I am actually an assistant librarian." I replied.
"Ooh, a brainy one, I like it!" He muttered then slapped his hand over his mouth and acknowledged his slip up. "I'm sorry. That wasn't kind of me."
"Well, you got me back. That makes us even. It's okay though, I didn't take offense." I said shyly.
Soon we heard the flight attendant's announcement, so we buckled our seatbelts, and we were off.
"So, are you going to Oahu for a vacation?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, to where?" I asked, confused.
"Oahu? Honolulu? The 7th major island?" He replied.
"Is it Oahu or Honolulu?" I asked, again confused.
"The island is Oahu, the city is Honolulu, which is also the capital of Hawaii." He answered.
"Oh! I suck at History and geography. I don't really know these things. And you call me the brainy one. You are pretty smart yourself. You already gave me 2 lessons in 2 different subjects in...", I looked down at my watch, "20 minutes!"
"Actually, I frequent the island. My parents own a vacation rental in a place called Kahala. It's really nice there. The people that live there are nice too. Some are snotty and nosey, though." He said.
"Yeah, any neighborhood would just be too perfect if it went without snotty and nosey neighbors." I chuckled.
"So is this a vacation, or business trip?" He asked.
"A surprise vacation put together by my mother." I answered.
"So no husband? Boyfriend? Significant other?" He asked.
Showing him that my left ring finger was bare, I replied, "Single. What about you? Girlfriend, wife, partner?"
He sent me that crooked smirk again. "Single as well."
"Nice! So what is there to do in Honolulu?" I asked.
"Lots! Snorkle at Hanauma Bay, which is considered a fish sanctuary. Learn to surf at Waikiki. Hike to the top of Diamond Head. Shop and dine at Ala Moana. Take a trip to the north side of the island and visit the pineapple plantation. They have a huge maze there. Personally, I've never tried it. I'm afraid I might get lost. Oh, and last but definitely not least, attend a luau. You could also visit the Polynesian Cultural Center if you'd like." He answered.
Wow, there lots to do to keep me busy. I wonder what my mom would like to do.
"Sounds awesome!" I exclaimed.
"Hawaii has a lot to offer, but there is a downside." He said.
"Well what's that?" I asked.
"Everything is a bit pricey." He said.
"Well that's to be expected, I guess. It's in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and most of their goods need to be imported." I reasoned.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it." He said, at that point, I yawned and told him I was going to try and get some rest. So I put my book in the in the pocket in front of me, and covered myself with the blanket provided by the airlines.
The flight went uneventful as planned. I slept for a few hours. When I awoke, my head was on Edward's shoulder and his head was resting on mine. I found my mother standing in front of me, just smiling.
"Honey, are you alright?" She asked.
"Yes Mom, I'm fine."
"I had to get up and stretch. My god, flying can take a lot out of a person. And I can't really fly! Why is that?" She pondered. Like I said before, hair brain.
"Mom, sit down before you hurt yourself." I joked.
"You're right. Well, see you on the ground. You'll have to tell me all about this later." She said, pointing at me and Edward.
"Mother, it's nothing. Please, go sit down." I said, embarrassed.
"Alright, alright. Calm your bits. I'm going." She giggled.
At that time, the flight attendant started offering passengers a meal and some drinks. That probably meant we were in the middle of our flight. I was getting even more excited by the minute.
Finally we started to descend. I looked to my left and could see the coastline of the island. We were finally here! My internal self did a happy dance and squealed with glee. My tummy was full of butterflies and I couldn't stop bouncing in my seat.
"Excited, aren't we." Edward said with a smile.
I was a bit sad that we were parting ways.
The plane landed and taxied along the runway, finally coming to a stop at one of the ramps. This was it. I unbuckled to stand up and grab my carry on. I smiled at Edward and told him thanks for the company, it was really an enjoyable flight. He smiled and we began to part ways at the end of the gate. I saw my mom waiting for me.
"Bella! Bella, wait! Here's my number if you wanna hang out this weekend. I can take you and your mom sight seeing if you'd like." He offered, handing me a piece of paper with a number on it.
"Sure! We'd like that! Thanks!" I said.
"Well, I have no check in, and my ride will be here any moment, so I better get going. See you soon!" He said.
"Bye!"
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Much Mahalo (Thank You)