A/N: Well it feels like FOREVER since I updated. I am sorry for that. The whole March Break thing was upon me…and this chapter was so hard to write. It also took a long time to convert things I know in Canadian, to American. Sorry, but American 'talk' like NOT using the metric system makes NO sense to me.

Enjoy :)

I woke up abruptly after I heard a loud sneeze from the person behind me. I turned around and looked at this businesslike guy working on a laptop. Muttering like mad, I turned back around to the front and watched the family in front of me attempt to get the trail mix down from their backpacks.

Beside me Heather was her normal, gloomy self. I really wanted to flick her on the nose, she if she'd attack me here, on the airplane. Man, that'd be sick…but I thought better of it. The last thing I needed was to get in trouble with some corporate guys, 2000 meters off the ground.

Next to Heather, Sammy was staring out the window. For my sister's benefit, I pretended to also be peering out, but really I was just staring at Sammy. Her brownish blonde hair had fallen over her shoulder in a normal, comfortable way. Her grayish eyes looked relieved…so I peered past her…LAND!

Finally! I was getting sort of claustrophobic with no new, fresh air in this hollowed out, metal tube. Now don't get me wrong-I love planes. The idea that if you wanted, you didn't have to go back. That nothing was in between you and a horrible death…pleased me somehow. I'm not sure why. I looked back to the movie. Something about a robots and steel…I don't know. I couldn't pay attention. One thought kept running through my mind at hyper speed: Maybe I was crazy….

"Oh my goodness Casey, you have to check this out. It's amazing!" I glanced over. Sammy was grinning at me, totally oblivious to Heather's snarl. I stared at her face until she went red, then I grinned. In my best Scottish accent I said,

"So's we heading to land, eh?" She laughed and looked back at the window. I sighed as Heather glared at nothing in particular. Why didn't she understand that Sammy and I talked about it a couple hours ago, and made sense of the situation. You see…before we got on the plane, I called up my buddy Marc to wish him luck on the big hockey tournament in Toronto. But…turns out he was asleep so I had to tell his mom to pass the message. But then I remembered that there was some weird relationship status between her and her husband Rick. So I asked about it. Wouldn't you figure? My friend Marc's mom had been going out with Rick, when her mom married his dad. Things were awkward for a couple of days but then…he asked her to marry him. Apparently things have been absolutely great for both of them ever since.

Now…the reason it took me so long to tell Sammy was the fact that…I don't know really. Maybe because the result ended in marriage and I'm kind of scared…she'll be kind of scared. You know…we're kind of…fifteen years old. I mean, I'm turning sixteen. That's way too early to be thinking about marriage and all that jazz. I just…well wanted to forget about it. I mean…as Danny said: There are other fish in the sea.

At the time, I flipped out on him completely. I honestly did not know he was such a jerk. But see…a little part of me wondered if maybe I should let go. See where fate brings us. But then I remembered who I was talking about. Sammy Keyes. So I know now not to take things for granted, and just live a little. So what if we don't get together? All I'm asking for is less awkwardness.

Of course, I messed it all up by kissing her. And I think Heather saw, but…what the hell? Who cares?

"Hello there passengers! We are descending down slowly into our destination of Edinburgh. We now ask that if you could please put your seatbelt on, replace your trays in their upright position and begin to gather your things, that'd be super duper! Thank you for flying with U.S Airways. We hope to see you again soon!" I looked over to Heather as she mumbled:

"Super duper?"

After a couple of seconds of hyperventilation from Sammy, (she's never been on a plane, and landing scares her a lot) I felt the familiar double bump of asphalt against the wheels and I knew that we were back on Earth, once more. Dang it. I could almost dismiss my problems while I was in the sky. Guess I'm back to this stupid reality once more.

As we started slowly driving down the runway the pilot spoke again.

"Here we are in Edinburgh, city of art, music and drama. It's a sparkling 12 degrees Celsius, (53.6 Fahrenheit, the person behind me said) and RAINING! We hope you enjoyed your flight. Please wait till we come to a complete stop before taking all of your belongings and exiting the aircraft." I looked into the aisle, where many couples had already begun to grab their stuff from up top. I got bored quickly so I glanced at the window, where Sammy was watching the airport slowly come towards her. I saw the rain coming down in sheets and shook my head in disbelief. We left sunny California for this? I looked over at Heather, who was most likely thinking along the same lines as me.

This was going to be a long holiday.