Bayley and Skye sat together on the plane, jabbering away about their
usual everyday subjects. Dog food, helium, the conversation, David the
semen demon, Ignition, Scare Tactics, tongues, whether Orlando Bloom and
Elijah Wood were hot or not, you know, the usual stuff.
"Oh my God! Orlando is so mine!"
"I don't care! He's ugly anyway!"
"You did not just call my baby ugly!"
Skye continued her ranting on Orlando Bloom and his sexiness while Bayley rolled her eyes and looked out the window, pondering why people thought that guy was so hot. Being the stranger of the two, not to say they both weren't really strange, she began to count clouds, which made her think of whipped cream, which then caused her to wonder what the equivalent of whipped cream would be to a cloud.
"Bayley! Bayley!"
"What is it, Pointy Ears?" Bayley replied, voice hinting of boredom.
Skye whipped off one of her earphones and handed her friend one. She put it to her ear and immediately started jumping up and down. "Lady Marmalade! I love this song!!!!"
She and Skye jumped in the aisle and started doing a little dance they had apparently invented, all the while belting out, "He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge!"
"Would the two crazed ladies please stop dancing in the aisles and resume sitting in their seats?"
Bayley and Skye stopped their dance long enough to notice a flight attendant on the public address system looking directly at them. They quickly swished into their seats, but not before Skye gave her a quick flick of a certain finger, which caused a few mothers to cover their children's eyes.
"What're we gunna do now?" she asked.
Bayley looked at her, evil clouding her eye. "Revenge? On who?"
"Someone."
Skye nodded, not quite sure what her friend had in mind. She followed her to the airplane lavatory, which was a tight fit, and slid onto the sink counter. "What are you doing?"
"Something special." Bayley reached into her back pocket and pulled out her special weapon. Crazy glue.
"What the hell are you doing with that?!" Skye asked, suddenly covering her head in case it had anything to do with her skull.
"I told you already. If you didn't listen, you'll just have to watch."
"But you never told me---"
"Zzzt!"
"But---"
"Zzzt!"
"But you never---"
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzzzzzt!"
". . .Fine."
She watched Bayley carefully apply the glue to the toilet seat and finally got the idea.
"You're gunna glue someone's ass to the toilet seat? That's so mean!"
"No! I wouldn't do that to an innocent person! I'm doing it to the friggin' flight attendant!"
"Why would you wanna do that? She just told us to sit down."
"And she burned me!"
"She did? When?"
"When she came around with the hot towels. Know why they use tongs? 'Cuz they're hot! Clever bitch."
Skye mutely agreed with her. She knew the woman wasn't exactly friendly towards them. She had given them frozen food for lunch.
"Done! Now, for the funny part!" Bayley ran out of the bathroom and searched for the stewardess. When she found her, just outside the pilots' cabin, she complained, "Excuse me! Ma'am, I lost my pen in the toilet. Could you please help me get it out?"
The woman looked at her, obviously disgusted with the request, but agreed. She followed her to the bathroom. She looked at Skye strangely, but knelt down next to the toilet. "Is this where you dropped it?"
"Yep!" Bayley confirmed, satisfaction riding her voice.
With a heavy sigh, the flight attendant placed one hand on the seat and stuck the other in the toilet. "You better have flushed," she whispered harshly, mostly to herself.
After a few moments, Bayley raised an eyebrow at Skye, who, used to their mischief, knew what to do. "Oh, look!" She pulled a pen out her purse. "My pen! Thanks a lot, ma'am!"
"You mean to tell me I stuck my hand in this disgusting toilet for no reason?"
"Yep!" Skye smiled, and tried to contain her laughter.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. This is the pilot speaking. We'll be landing in New Zealand in a few minutes, so if you could please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts."
Bayley and Skye waved bye to the stewardess and ran back to their seats, laughing the whole way. They could only laugh harder when they the woman screaming curses at them. "Damn it! Jim, my hand is stuck! Help me up! Ow! That hurts!"
The two of them buried their heads in the their seats, trying not to be noticed, which they were doing a pretty awful job at. Finally, after awhile, they finally got control and tried to, for once, have a normal conversation.
"So, think Orli will fall in love with me a first sight or get to know me, then fall in love with me?" Skye asked, dreamily thinking about her beloved.
Bayley snorted with laughter. "Orli? Since when do you know his personality? Well, to answer your question, no. He's much too old for you AND he's ugly! If you actually knew him, then I wouldn't think it so weird 'cause then you'd like him for his PERSONALITY! But his looks? For all you know, he could be some crazed serial rapist."
"You did NOT just call him those things! Besides, I know he isn't a serial rapist. He'd be convicted and caught if he were. Hello? Forensic scientists ring a bell?"
"Ever hear of O.J. Simpson, Ms. I-Know-Everything? All Florida would have to do---"
"Orlando!"
"Right, right, right. All ORLANDO would have to do would is slip the judge of couple of thousand and he's off the hook!"
Skye, not feeling like dealing with her friend's logic, sighed and looked out the window. How long was it before they got to New Zealand?
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"No, no, no! It's left, left, right, right, up, back, up, up, up!" Arguing over how to do the Bunny Hop, Skye pointed at Bayley's feet.
"Well, sorry if I started with my right! Let's just do it!" Bayley slung her unusually light bag over her shoulder and clasped onto Skye's shoulders.
"Okay," Skye said. "Ready? Go!"
The two started to Bunny Hop through the plane's door while a very annoyed line of passengers said things like, "About time!" and "Could these two please MOVE!"
Bunny Hopping through the corridor, the two hummed the beat and giggled. Nothing like a good ole' Bunny hop to clear the mind. Not that they weren't already clear.
"Hey, look!" Skye pointed to a group of very familiar people.
"Oh, look! Isn't that nice? They came to greet us!"
The continued their dance down to the four celebrities and smiled at them.
"Hi! I'm Skye Soramis!"
"Hola! I'm Bayley Joneston!"
The people looked at them strangely, wondering why the two new cast members were dancing in an airport.
"Yeah, hi...I'm---"
"Or-or-orlando Bloom! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Bales, it's CAC!" Skye had become so lost in her thoughts and ecstasy that she hadn't noticed the slur in her speech. The two giggled at the nickname they had given him. They had given almost everyone on the cast a nickname. Skye continued to gape at the actor who was beginning to question her sanity.
"Don't worry 'bout her," Bayley said, noticing his confusion. "She just thinks that you're the---OW!"
Skye stamped on her foot before she could say anything more.
"Yeah, well, I'm Elijah Wood." One of the actors stuck out his hand.
Bayley rolled her eyes. "No shit. I've only been watching you since Radio Flyer. I reeeally don't know who you---OW!"
Skye stomped on her foot again. "Be nice!" she scolded.
The celebrities laughed and continued to introduce themselves. Once everyone was acquainted, they walked outside to where the limousine was waiting. They all climbed in and started off towards the hotel.
"What do you think will happen?" Bayley whispered to Skye.
"I don't know...Who knows what the future will bring..."
"Oh my God! Orlando is so mine!"
"I don't care! He's ugly anyway!"
"You did not just call my baby ugly!"
Skye continued her ranting on Orlando Bloom and his sexiness while Bayley rolled her eyes and looked out the window, pondering why people thought that guy was so hot. Being the stranger of the two, not to say they both weren't really strange, she began to count clouds, which made her think of whipped cream, which then caused her to wonder what the equivalent of whipped cream would be to a cloud.
"Bayley! Bayley!"
"What is it, Pointy Ears?" Bayley replied, voice hinting of boredom.
Skye whipped off one of her earphones and handed her friend one. She put it to her ear and immediately started jumping up and down. "Lady Marmalade! I love this song!!!!"
She and Skye jumped in the aisle and started doing a little dance they had apparently invented, all the while belting out, "He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge!"
"Would the two crazed ladies please stop dancing in the aisles and resume sitting in their seats?"
Bayley and Skye stopped their dance long enough to notice a flight attendant on the public address system looking directly at them. They quickly swished into their seats, but not before Skye gave her a quick flick of a certain finger, which caused a few mothers to cover their children's eyes.
"What're we gunna do now?" she asked.
Bayley looked at her, evil clouding her eye. "Revenge? On who?"
"Someone."
Skye nodded, not quite sure what her friend had in mind. She followed her to the airplane lavatory, which was a tight fit, and slid onto the sink counter. "What are you doing?"
"Something special." Bayley reached into her back pocket and pulled out her special weapon. Crazy glue.
"What the hell are you doing with that?!" Skye asked, suddenly covering her head in case it had anything to do with her skull.
"I told you already. If you didn't listen, you'll just have to watch."
"But you never told me---"
"Zzzt!"
"But---"
"Zzzt!"
"But you never---"
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzzzzzt!"
". . .Fine."
She watched Bayley carefully apply the glue to the toilet seat and finally got the idea.
"You're gunna glue someone's ass to the toilet seat? That's so mean!"
"No! I wouldn't do that to an innocent person! I'm doing it to the friggin' flight attendant!"
"Why would you wanna do that? She just told us to sit down."
"And she burned me!"
"She did? When?"
"When she came around with the hot towels. Know why they use tongs? 'Cuz they're hot! Clever bitch."
Skye mutely agreed with her. She knew the woman wasn't exactly friendly towards them. She had given them frozen food for lunch.
"Done! Now, for the funny part!" Bayley ran out of the bathroom and searched for the stewardess. When she found her, just outside the pilots' cabin, she complained, "Excuse me! Ma'am, I lost my pen in the toilet. Could you please help me get it out?"
The woman looked at her, obviously disgusted with the request, but agreed. She followed her to the bathroom. She looked at Skye strangely, but knelt down next to the toilet. "Is this where you dropped it?"
"Yep!" Bayley confirmed, satisfaction riding her voice.
With a heavy sigh, the flight attendant placed one hand on the seat and stuck the other in the toilet. "You better have flushed," she whispered harshly, mostly to herself.
After a few moments, Bayley raised an eyebrow at Skye, who, used to their mischief, knew what to do. "Oh, look!" She pulled a pen out her purse. "My pen! Thanks a lot, ma'am!"
"You mean to tell me I stuck my hand in this disgusting toilet for no reason?"
"Yep!" Skye smiled, and tried to contain her laughter.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. This is the pilot speaking. We'll be landing in New Zealand in a few minutes, so if you could please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts."
Bayley and Skye waved bye to the stewardess and ran back to their seats, laughing the whole way. They could only laugh harder when they the woman screaming curses at them. "Damn it! Jim, my hand is stuck! Help me up! Ow! That hurts!"
The two of them buried their heads in the their seats, trying not to be noticed, which they were doing a pretty awful job at. Finally, after awhile, they finally got control and tried to, for once, have a normal conversation.
"So, think Orli will fall in love with me a first sight or get to know me, then fall in love with me?" Skye asked, dreamily thinking about her beloved.
Bayley snorted with laughter. "Orli? Since when do you know his personality? Well, to answer your question, no. He's much too old for you AND he's ugly! If you actually knew him, then I wouldn't think it so weird 'cause then you'd like him for his PERSONALITY! But his looks? For all you know, he could be some crazed serial rapist."
"You did NOT just call him those things! Besides, I know he isn't a serial rapist. He'd be convicted and caught if he were. Hello? Forensic scientists ring a bell?"
"Ever hear of O.J. Simpson, Ms. I-Know-Everything? All Florida would have to do---"
"Orlando!"
"Right, right, right. All ORLANDO would have to do would is slip the judge of couple of thousand and he's off the hook!"
Skye, not feeling like dealing with her friend's logic, sighed and looked out the window. How long was it before they got to New Zealand?
.:»~*~«:. .:»~*~«:. .:»~*~«:.
"No, no, no! It's left, left, right, right, up, back, up, up, up!" Arguing over how to do the Bunny Hop, Skye pointed at Bayley's feet.
"Well, sorry if I started with my right! Let's just do it!" Bayley slung her unusually light bag over her shoulder and clasped onto Skye's shoulders.
"Okay," Skye said. "Ready? Go!"
The two started to Bunny Hop through the plane's door while a very annoyed line of passengers said things like, "About time!" and "Could these two please MOVE!"
Bunny Hopping through the corridor, the two hummed the beat and giggled. Nothing like a good ole' Bunny hop to clear the mind. Not that they weren't already clear.
"Hey, look!" Skye pointed to a group of very familiar people.
"Oh, look! Isn't that nice? They came to greet us!"
The continued their dance down to the four celebrities and smiled at them.
"Hi! I'm Skye Soramis!"
"Hola! I'm Bayley Joneston!"
The people looked at them strangely, wondering why the two new cast members were dancing in an airport.
"Yeah, hi...I'm---"
"Or-or-orlando Bloom! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Bales, it's CAC!" Skye had become so lost in her thoughts and ecstasy that she hadn't noticed the slur in her speech. The two giggled at the nickname they had given him. They had given almost everyone on the cast a nickname. Skye continued to gape at the actor who was beginning to question her sanity.
"Don't worry 'bout her," Bayley said, noticing his confusion. "She just thinks that you're the---OW!"
Skye stamped on her foot before she could say anything more.
"Yeah, well, I'm Elijah Wood." One of the actors stuck out his hand.
Bayley rolled her eyes. "No shit. I've only been watching you since Radio Flyer. I reeeally don't know who you---OW!"
Skye stomped on her foot again. "Be nice!" she scolded.
The celebrities laughed and continued to introduce themselves. Once everyone was acquainted, they walked outside to where the limousine was waiting. They all climbed in and started off towards the hotel.
"What do you think will happen?" Bayley whispered to Skye.
"I don't know...Who knows what the future will bring..."