Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. It's encouraging. Love it. And it being a good idea? Thanks! I had thought, while watching the movie, 'no one is noticing this?'. I mean- they don't have to be suspicious or anything- but no one is noticing either of them? Jackson wasn't exactly speaking in whispers to Lisa.
And with names- Some of the people didn't have names. So I'm making up names for them. When the movie comes out, and I find out they've got names- I'll fix it. Fix the lines too, I've I completely screwed up with them. And by the way things happen, I think I messed up on a few things but not drastically…
This chapter is about Brian (the kid with the pencil) and for future reference- his friend's name is Jason.
- Brian -
He felt himself bounce in the chair as the plane hit turbulence. Brian opened his eyes and looked around blankly, blinking a few times to focus his vision. Shifting under the seatbelt, he tried to crack his back, his eyes falling down onto his notebook. His eyebrows furrowed together, suddenly noticing that his pencil wasn't where he had left it.
His dark eyes flickered across the small, pull-down table in front of him. There was no sign of his pencil though. There was only his notebook which held his sketches. He looked off to the side of the table, to his feet- maybe it had fell. Brian didn't see it though. He leaned further down to look under his seat- and still no luck. With a frustrated sigh, he looked on the other side of the table, on the floor.
The Frankenstein-eraser pencil was out of sight. What was he suppose to do for the rest of the flight? The pencil and notebook had kept him busy while first on the plane, at the airport, on the way to the airport, and had given him something to do while time was going slow during his vacation.
Drawing- it was just what he did. At the airport, he had chosen to draw rather than talk to a girl like Jason had done. It wasn't in vain though- Jason had gotten her e-mail address, and then flashed it to Brian with a stupid grin on his face. And because Jason had been so absorbed with trying to get the girl's e-mail, the two realized, only five minutes before the plane was scheduled to take off, that they were at the wrong gate.
Jason. Jason must've taken it.
"Dude!" Brain said disapprovingly, whacking his sleeping friend in the arm.
Jason lifted his head from his arms, blinking the sleep from his eyes. "What?"
"Did you take my pencil?" He asked with a slight scowl. Jason knew how obsessed about drawing Brian was.
At the accusation, Jason's brows dropped as well, "No." He said as he looked away from Brian to the front of the plane.
Looking away from Jason, Brianlet outa great sigh as he leaned back in his seat. His pencil was gone. Great. Now what was he suppose to do? And—where did his pencil go?