"Skydiving?" Destiny exclaimed when Carlos pulled up in front of the building.
"Yep! Come on!" he replied excitedly, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out before going around the other side to open Destiny's door.
"I am not going skydiving!" Destiny said stubbornly, crossing her arms.
"Please Destiny!" Carlos pouted, giving her puppy dog eyes.
"No," Destiny refused, looking away, but when she looked back he was still pouting at her.
She sighed and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Fine, but if I die, it's on your conscious."
"Yippee! Come on!" yelled Carlos, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the building. Destiny rolled her eyes at his excitement, but was really feeling very nervous.
Why am I doing this?
After learning how to jump and land properly and when to pull the parachute, the two were ushered to a plane. Destiny was getting really nervous.
"Is this really safe?" she asked the pilot over the roar of the engine.
"Don't tell me you're backing out now!" pouted Carlos. "This is the best part."
"She can't back out. The only way you're getting out of here is jumping, because I'm not landing," the pilot said grumpily. Destiny's eyes bulged out of her head and Carlos put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"Ok, none of that relationship crap in my plane," the pilot said, clearly annoyed at the two.
"Oh we're not…" Destiny started, but Carlos put a hand over her mouth.
"Shh…this could be fun!" he whispered excitedly with a mischievous grin and turning to the pilot. "Yep, she's my girlfriend!" He planted a kiss on Destiny's cheek and her heart fluttered excitedly. "And we're in love!"
The pilot clutched the wheel of the plane harder, his knuckles turning white.
"Just two more hours," he hissed to himself. "Then you're out of here."
"Oh, what'cha doing after work? Got a hot date?" He put his arm around Destiny. "Cause I sure do!"
"That's it!" the pilot growled. "Jump. Right now."
"Oh, I get it," said Carlos. "You don't want to be late for your date." He went to the door with Destiny. "Have fun!"
"OUT!" bellowed the pilot.
Carlos opened the door, and Destiny looked down, feeling a pang in her stomach. Carlos realized she was nervous and stuck out his hand for her, smiling. She smiled back and took it. With one fluent motion, Carlos signaled goodbye to the pilot and jumped before he came over and pushed them.
Destiny screamed. The wind was whipping furiously through her hair and she had a feeling that she was going to puke. She never let go of Carlos' hand.
"Destiny! Pull your parachute!" he yelled over the wind.
"Now?" she asked, feeling stupid.
"Yes!" Carlos yelled, pulling his out easily while she fumbled a few times before yanking hers hard. There was just one problem.
"It won't come out!" she yelled, panicking.
"Drop it!" Carlos replied calmly.
"WHAT?"
"Just do it!" Destiny pulled the parachute off of her as quick as she could one handed, as one was still firmly in Carlos'. Dropping it to the ground, she felt Carlos pull her up and a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist.
"That was close," Carlos whispered when they were chest to chest. His warm breath tickled Destiny's neck. They landed in a pile: Carlos, Destiny and the parachute.
"Wow, I'm glad that worked!" Carlos exclaimed excitedly when they had gotten up and dusted themselves off. Destiny stopped walking for a minute and spun around.
"What?" she asked suspiciously.
"The whole grabbing-you-and-landing-with-one-parachute thing. I wasn't sure that was going to work, but it did!" he replied happily.
"Then why'd you do it?" asked Destiny, crossing her arms.
"I saw it in a movie once!"
Destiny groaned and turned around, stalking off. Carlos stood alone and confused.
"Was it something I said?"
When Carlos joined Destiny in the car, the first thing she did was punch him hard in the arm.
"OW!" yelped Carlos.
"That was for being an idiot!" she yelled, folding her arms in front of her chest. Carlos rubbed his arm in pain and started the car. Destiny reached over and pecked his cheek.
"That was for saving my life," she said softly. "Thank you."
Carlos smiled. Score! He thought. "Anytime."
"Just do me one favor."
"Anything."
"Next time we do anything, I don't know…" she trailed off sarcastically. "LIFE THREATENING! Let me know please?"
A/N: Uh oh! There goes another one! Well, not one of my best chapters in my opinion, but I hope you liked it! I was writing through a block. Except the end. I really liked the end. :) Well, review please!