"So ... Friend ..," Logan began, "Where you headed?" He winced. That was a really dumb question.
"To the island," Friend replied slowly. "Aren't you?"
"Hey, Abby!" Nicole exclaimed, accidently revealing "Friend's" name. "I can see the Island!"
"Ooh! Where?" She turned towards the window.
Abigail .. Logan thought to himself. It suits her very well.
"You can only see it hardly!" She pouted. Instead of straining her eyes to see, she sat down and folded her arms. "You know, the islands not even that private."
"I know, huh?" Michael agreed. "The only thing that makes the island private is the airport really."
"Yeah .." Logan tried to add in his two cents. "You have to have permission to land there but besides that .." His voice trailed off as he realized he was just saying something stupid. Even Nicole could've said something more .. intellegent. I'll just watch her talk. Yeah .. At least she's good to look at.
Dark caramel skin. Clear brown eyes. Full, glossy lips. Straight, brown, shoulderblade length hair. White rounded squares for teeth. Pierced ears with white hoops coming out of them. His eyes moved down. Nice, round rack. Looks firm. Doesn't jiggle much. Flat stomach. Not pudgy, like a lot of girls I know. His eyed continued to move down. Nice round thighs. Like a young Beyoncé, but a little smaller. He moved his eyes down to her feet. Hmm .. not small, but not gigantic. Probably a 7 or 8. Bigger than most, i guess. But not humongous. He watched her as she spoke. She'll think I'm listening. Chicks dig that. So he stared at her. Heavenly. And she had thought that he was listening. Eventually he ended up listening. And talking without saying anything dumb. And before he knew it, Nicole and Michael were sleeping.
Its just us .. They both thought.
"Hey," His voice came out a little shaky. "What are you reading?"
She let out a deep breath. "Shut the Door," she spoke. "By Amanda Marquit." Logan furrowed an eyebrow.
"That doesn't sound like one of those dumb, sappy, chick stories." He was suddenly relaxed, and becoming himself. Then his heart stopped as he remembered that chicks don't like to hear their stuff called dumb, or sappy. Great .. He remembered the day when he and Zoey had got in a heated arguement over wether "chick flicks" were dumb or not. He braced himself for the arguement that may start.
"No. This book isn't sappy," Abigail said without even a smidge of anger; as if she hadn't heard what he said. "Or dumb. It's kind of .. intense I guess."
Logan paused. He looked at her in surprise. He couldn't believe it. No arguement! She's not even mad!
"Wait," he sat up straight in his chair. He patted his ears, checking to see if water was in his ears. "You're not gonna yell at me? Or at least get mad?"
"Why would I do that?" She was getting lost.
"Because I said "chick" stories, along with sappy, and dumb. (pause) About stories that girls read."
"Oh, that all depends." She smiled lightly. "I have a lot of brothers, and male cousins - there's something wrong with the genes in my family - and they're all .. meat heads. And also, I'm in a good mood right now."
Logan smiled a big smile. A victory. A girl I can talk to .. and she's cute too!
He took a breath, to soak in this glorious day. Then the questions, comments, and complaints flew out his mouth. Like word vomit. She was "word vomiting" also. But for her, it was so natural. Logan was still a little cautious with what he was saying. He was in heaven, or at least close enough. Heck .. I'm on an airplane, talking to an angel. That's good enough for me. Then he smiled to himself.
Wow. Nothing is ever really good enough for me. I'm almost always unsatisfied. This feels .. good.
Abigail let out a big yawn. She took out her cell phone and read the time. "Daaammnn" She cursed subconsiously. "2 am! We've been talking all night!"
Logan smirked at her. Logan, you sly bastard you, you kept her up all night! You should take her out to apologize. "Why don't I take you out somewhere to apologize, huh? Maybe to a Jackson Bobbins ice cream parlor somewhere around here? Huh?"
"Oh, I see!" Abigail smiled, coquetishly. "You tryna spit game now! I knew you would!" She laughed.
"So, lemme take you out!" Logan insisted. She made a playful thinking face.
"Hmm ... Should I?" She asked herself aloud.
Logan ran his hands through his hair, and winked at her.
"Smooth move!" She commented, both thumbs up. "Yeah. You can take me ... out. Sure."
Yup .. Logan baby, you're the man. He thought in triumph. By the end of the week, she'll be mine.
There was a buzz from the speakers. "We land in 5 hours," a stewardess spoke. "5 hours."
"Ooh!" Abigail let out in a deep voice. "Good night, morning, whatever."
"Goodnight."