Ok? Why aren't I getting many reviews? Do I need to change my title or something? IDK oh well, Big thanks to Carolinav30 she is awesome every few chapters she leaves a good review so I thank her for that. Of course I thank my lovely BETA reader, RoseBud024, she's a pretty good person that has nifty(dose anybody use nifty anymore?) ideas, so I thank her also!
The day went by quite fast. Nothing happen during practice, I was kind of happy I had enough drama for one day.
The next morning
Ja! (A/N (BETA NOTE ja mean yes) I have off today for packing and what not. Plus Ben said that I should get plenty of rest because I was going to have to deal with jet lag and staying up past my normal bed time. It was hard to rest because I was so excited about tonight. 9am we'll be leaving to go to the airport, hope everything goes well.
Ben's Point of View
It was quite the lengthy drive, another guardian drove us because I'm not used to the roads in Germany. We got to the airport and began checked in.
I got the tickets and the only thing left to do was wait.
"I hope this helps me."
"I hope we can fix that, get it under control. It may be of use to you if you learn how to use it." I said.
"Oh Mika, what am I going to do with you?" I said under my breath.
"Well I have some ideas." She snickered.
"Mika we can't go that far."
"Eww, you perv I didn't mean that, I wanted to go to a Bat Ball game and eat a dog with corn all over it."
"I didn't mean that either, you don't even know what I want to do and don't you mean Baseball and corn dogs?"
"I know you better than you think, and no, I mean what I say, I say what I mean." She said.
"I know that, that's why I care for you. I know that you say what ever you want to say, don't you?" I said with a little smirk on my face.
"Of course I do." She said happily.
(AN I'm to lazy to figure out how to spell this in German, I suck at spelling… so just imagine its being said in German ; )
"All people going on the fight to New York, America please go to wing 4!" A woman's voice said over the intercom.
"I believe that includes us." Jean said to me while getting up, the position she was sitting in looked so uncomfortable.
"Excuse me sir but aren't you a little old for her?" I middle aged woman asked that was sitting a few yards away from us.
"That's none of your business."
"I find away to make everything my business."
"Uh, ma'am I think you should keep you comments to your self."
"Your messing around with a baby you should be ashamed." She said a little to loud. Mika is not a baby, she is seventeen almost 18.
"Ma'am she's my student, I'm her mentor. I don't really want to know what's going on inside your head but I think you should pay attention a little more before accusing." I said, I noticed that Jean was walking away so I left.
"She's right." She said, I thought It would be right by leaving it at that.
We boarded the plane. It wasn't exactly 5 stars, we sat in the back row, my knees were digging into the seat in front of me Jean's were almost in the seat. There was a very heavy woman in the seat in front of me, making the seat sag back even more.
Jean's point of View
I let out a soft sigh, just stared off into space.
Ben was reading some weird book about panties by some Anthony guy. I drifted off in to sleep off and on, had some really weird dreams ones I don't want to go into detail about. This really sucks the big one too, I mean I have a head ache, feel dizzy, sick, and my ears are crackling.
Ben's Point of View
Yes! Finally that big woman switched with some boy maybe the age of twelve, which gave me a little more knee room.
Thud, Thud
Aw, come on! That stupid little kid is hitting the back of his seat hitting my knees. (AN poor Ben doesn't have good luck with kids) then the kid looked back at me between the crack of the seats, I looked towards the window I have a little phobia of kids.
"What are those tattoos for on your neck?" The kid asked.
"Tribal thing." I lied, I don't have to tell him what there for, I wish I don't even have them.
"Do you run around a bonfire in a thong, screaming like a savage?" What the fuck?! Why do I have such bad luck with kids?
"No, I don't even own a thong."
"What about your girlfriend over there, does she have a thong?" He asked. Does Mika wear thongs?
"She's not my girlfriend, and why would I be going through her undergarments?" I asked.
"I don't know she seems pretty comfy leaning on you to not be your girlfriend, is she your wife?" What the fuck…again?
"No!" I wish...
"Uh, is she your daughter?" Do I look fucking old enough to have a daughter? I hope not!
"No, do I look old enough to be her father?! Now turn around and be quiet!" God, save me.
"Make me fagot!" What do these kids learn any more?
"Little boy, you don't want me too. My tattoos are for how many I have killed." I growled.
"Yeah, how may flowers you've killed?" Okay. I'm done being Mister Nice Indian guy.
"I've killed men, woman, a child. Fifteen deaths total." I said very seriously, I wish I never had to do so, killing anything that used to be a living soul is hard, really hard.
The kid turned pale, 'it' sat in his seat the rest of the fight. Mika was beautiful when she sleeps she was leaning against my shoulder. Her blonde eye lashes laid softly on her cheeks. I sat there what seemed like hours, just watching Mika sleep.
Ding!
"All passengers please replace your seats in an upright position and buckle you seat belts!" The flight attendant said.
I stroked Mika's soft blonde hair
"Wake up little Mika" I whispered in her ear.
"Do I have to? I feel like crap." She groaned.
"Yes, we get off the plane in a few minutes, when we get our hotel rooms you can take a shower then go to bed"
"Okay." She got up slowly.
"OW!" She exclaimed.
"What?" I asked. A little panicked.
"My neck, how was I sleeping?" Mika asked.
"On my shoulder, for about well, the whole flight." I said putting a crazy loose strand of her luscious hair behind her ear.
"Oh. sorry." She said blushing a little.
"It's okay." I said. Mika looked over out the window and looked back at me in an instant. Mika got super pale, really quick. She grabbed the white bag that was hooked to the seat infront of her. Oh God. Mika started coughing, she started to cough up her breakfast she had. I quickly grabbed all of her hair in one hand and yanked my hair tie that I had in my braid out and tied her hair up into a very messy bun. I started to rub her back.
She stopped after a couple of minutes.
"Are you okay now?" I asked.
"No." She said.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I feel dizzy." She said.
At The Hotel"I'm going to go take a shower." Mika said.
"Good idea. Decide if you want the bed or the couch while your taking your shower." I said.
"Ok." She said. She headed towards the bathroom. I need to know if she wears thongs! Stupid kid got me wondering. I went out on the balcony for the crisp cool air. I heard Mika singing Indian Summer by Brooks & Dunn. (AN my beta read is a big fan of this song so…im not really a big country fan)I shut the balcony door shut.
After a little while I opened the balcony door. I walked in. Oh shit! She was wearing practically nothing in the same exact room as me. We're sleeping in the same room.