AUTHOR'S NOTE: I FORGOT TO SAY THAT I DON'T OWN CHESS.
Ch. 2
"Second boarding call for Flight 801 from JFK to Moscow!" I grabbed my suitcase that actually came to me two days after it was sent to Honolulu without me. I got in line to board. I was behind a man with brownish-blonde hair.
"Excuse me, sir but what is your boarding letter?"
The man turned around. "B." This man was someone whom I recognized, someone from my past.
"Oh well, I'm A. I think I'm before you."
"I'm sorry. I don't let hookers get ahead of me in line." It was Freddie.
"Freddie. What a surprise to see you here. And why are you going to Moscow?"
"Personal business. You know, I'm not surprised to see you here. I am surprised though that you can't live with your dad for even a day without being with HIM." He said it with such disgust like it was a swear word.
"You know what Freddie, you don't even- I'm not getting into this with you here or now. I can't."
"Can't what? Tell me why you completely just dumped me for that guy who later just dumped you? That is kind of hard to justify."
"Freddie, you stopped sleeping with me months before Anatoly. And you know that. You-"
"Ticket mam?" The ticket taker calmly asked me and good thing because I probably would've started screaming at Freddie. I gave the man my ticket, he tore it, and I boarded the plane. The flight attendant was smiling and waving. It was all too cheery for me. I looked for a seat that was next to the window. I found a good seat and clicked on my seat belt. Nothing could possibly ruin this flight.
"Sir, this is the only seat left on the plane. You will have to take it." That flight attendant was just getting more and more annoying by the minute. Of course, the man was Freddie.
"But, mam. I'm really paranoid, and this woman might try to make a move on me and I already am faithful to a girlfriend."
"Yes. While I'm not going to approach him because he's too disgusting and shallow, I really can't sit next to him," I replied with disgust.
"Look you two," the flight attendant said managing to keep her smile still perfect, "these are the only two seats left on the whole damn plane. Now, unless one of you wants to stay in America, you will both put up sitting next to each other for eight hours. Okay? Okay." The whole time she smiled. I don't know how much training that could have possibly taken.
"Let's get this straight. I won't talk to you, and you won't talk to me. Done deal." Freddie sounded just as mad at me as I was at him.
"Like I'd actually want to talk to you after the way you treated me! You are so self-centered and you don't even know how to treat a woman."
Folks, this is United Airlines Flight 801 from JFK International Airport to Moscow. This is your pilot speaking. We should be leaving anytime soon. Remember to fasten your seatbelts and leave all trays in the upright position until we hit level ground. Thank you and hope your chewing gum! Ear popping is crazy with me!
"One last thing before we don't speak anymore. Do you have any gum? My ears are always popping."
I really didn't want to give him any gum. That son of a plant deserved to have his ears pop a little. But, I had to get some out for myself anyways so I just handed him a stick.
"Thanks." He started chomping his gum like a cow. I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not. But I started doing the same. Soon, I couldn't hear myself think. We were clearly in a gum chewing competition. I could see the people around us starting to stare.
"Excuse me, but I can hear you two cows in the back of the plane. So please, chew the gum normally. Thank you and have a nice flight." I really hated that flight attendant. How can you be THAT smiley? Impossible.
Finally, the plane took off and we were in the air.
Folks, this is your pilot. We are now level, so you may now use your fold out trays and get up and use the facilities if you need to. But if you need to now, that just shows you did no planning before you got on the plane.
I looked out the window. The clouds looked so fluffy and white, the sky so blue, and everything just looked so peaceful. I couldn't wait to see Anatoly again. I wondered, though, why on earth Freddie was on his way to Moscow. What personal reasons?
"Look, I'm going to be sitting next to you for eight more hours, so we might as well talk a little. Why are you going to Moscow so early? I thought you would stay with your father just a little bit longer before running back to that jerk."
"The truth is it was all a set-up." I explained to Freddie the whole situation and he actually seemed like he was listening to me after a while. Maybe his crabbiness was all an act. When I was done, he explained why he was going to Moscow. Turns out he has a friend who recently moved there a few weeks ago. He wanted to touch base with him. It didn't really make any sense. I avoided asking any questions, however. After all this talking, I had a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. "Excuse me, I have to go use the ladies room."
"Ok." He let me out into the aisle. I thought of our whole situation on my way to the back of the plane. Really, I didn't utterly hate Freddie when I kissed Anatoly. Granted, Freddie and I hadn't slept together in the past two months, but I wasn't going to push at the time either. We needed to stay on professional terms for the media, and he needed to concentrate on the game. Tensions flared once he walked in on Anatoly and I, which really I couldn't blame him for. After all, it was sudden, unexpected, and he was probably heartbroken. I found the bathroom on the left. Then there was a knock on the door.
"Somebody's in here," I replied.
"I know." The door opened. I guess I hadn't locked the door well enough. It was Freddie.
"Well can you wait? Kinda busy."
"No, I can't Florence. Look, I'm sorry for all that I've done. I forgive you for leaving me for that jerk because I wasn't exactly making anything happen with you and I. Forgive me." Freddie embraced me. He pulled my face closer to his, and we kissed.
"I-" He pulled me in again. And this time, he wasn't letting go.
