Across The Universe
A/N; FIRSTCHAPTERYAYY! Enjoy, loves. (:
I breathed in the cool, clear London air one last time before stepping up into the airplane. It was crowded, so I rummaged around, avoiding walking into people in the process, and found my seat. I reached to put my bag in the compartment above me, and then flopped into the seat. I was pleased to see that the other two people who were supposed to sit beside me weren't there. Ha, I got the window seat!
I sat there for a while and pondered what America would be like. See, I am a British guy heading off to America. I'm doing it sort of as a spur-of-the-moment type thing. But actually, I need some adventure in my life. I have a boring job and I love at home alone with my mom.
I turned on my walkman cassette player (A/N; The sixties, remember? xD) for a while, and listened to "Glass Onion" by The Beatles. The song was pretty pointless to me, but I still loved it. Maybe it had some hidden meaning; I didn't know.
I closed my eyes lightly and layed my head back on the head rest. I felt a sudden jolt in my seat and realized we were taking off. I guess I hadn't heard the flight attendent or pilot say anything. I found that still nobody was in either of the seats beside me. I looked out the window another time to see us taking off before closing my eyes and resuming the cassette.
"I told you about strawberry fields.
You know the place where nothing is real.
Well, here's another place you can go,
Where everything fro-"
My music was interrupted by someone tapping on my shoulder. I took off my headphones and looked in the direction of the person standing next to me.
It was a girl. Not just any girl, but a gorgeous girl. She had straight, waist-length hair, blue eyes which dazzled in the light coming from the window, and thin, read lips. Gorgeous.
Unfortunately for me, I had left a girlfriend behind. But I knew she was going to cheat on me anyway, so what's the point?
"Um, hello?" the girl said, and she waved her hand in front of my face. She had an American accent.
I snapped back to reality and stared at the girl.
"I was saying.." she started. "Is anyone sitting here? The airline made a mistake and gave two people the same seat number. And I was later, so the seat was already claimed."
I blinked. "Sure, of course, no problem," I stuttered.
She smiled gratefully, and sat in the seat next to me, dumping her carry-on in the other empty seat.
She turned back toward me and held out her hand. "I'm Lilly," she greeted.
"I'm Oliver," I replied, and smiled back.
Lilly. What a beautiful name, like a flower, for a beautiful girl.
"So, were you vacationing here?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "I came here for a week to get away from everything. My boyfriend just went off to war, and I'm pretty torn up about it." Lilly mumbled the last part, as it was barely audible.
"I'm sorry," I said sincerely. Damn it. She had a boyfriend.
"It's okay." She noticed my headphones and walkman. "Oh, what are you listening to?"
"The Beatles, I replied.
"Ahh, I love the Beatles!" she said with a lot of enthusiasm.
I nodded. "So do I. Usually I'm not really into the 'popular' bands, but The Beatles have this certain artistic talent that I'm rather fond of."
"That's very.. in-depth," she said, laughing.
I joined in on the laugher. We both soon started laughing hysterically, over something that wasn't funny in the first place. We got a loud "shh!" from the attendent.
We spent most of the rest of the plane ride talking about absolutely random things. After a while, we both fell asleep. I awoke a bit later and found her head nestled on my shoulder. I could almost blush.
Not wanting to ruin the picture-perfect moment, I drifted back off to sleep.
A few hours later it seemed, a loud voice over the intercom woke us up. "We are about to land. Put on your seatbelts and sit tight," the pilot said over the intercom. The plane started to shift downward until it skidded softly. We were on solid ground. I was relieved, because I'd never been a big fan of heights.
Lilly and I gathered our carry-ons, and stepped out of the plane. The two of us walked to baggage claim and recieved out luggage successfully. We walked out into the parking lot.
Lilly turned to me. "Well, the cab that I called will be here any minute. Can I have your number, Oliver? Maybe we could hang out sometime."
"Uh, of course!" I reached into my backpack and pulled out a notepad, and tore a piece of paper out. I ripped it in half and gave on half to her. "Write yours down too," I said, and smiled.
We scribbled our numbers down on the paper and exchanged numbers.
"Thanks," Lilly said.
"Right back at ya," I said smoothly.
She giggled. A yellow taxi cab pulled up on the curb next to us. "Well, that's my ride," Lilly said glumly. "I'll talk to you later, okay?" I nodded and she pulled me into a hug.
The hug was very comfortable, although it lingered a bit. I made a 'move', and kissed her cheek. She was blushing, I could tell.
She gave me a quick wave and smile, and hopped into the cab. I watched in silence as the cab roared its engine and drove away.
My face was grim and I sadly wished for the cab to turn around and come back, before I slowly walked away toward the pay phone.
