Why Can't I BreatheWhenever I Think About You Chapter Two, Meeting the Pope

And so that's how you got here. On this cursed plane, headed to your ultimate; sure doom.

You looked around at the people beside you.

Wow, am I the only American on this plane? You asked yourself. It would seem so. The adults, children, and all in-between were either Philopieno (oh, please forgive me for miss-spelling) And Hindu.

But I swear to you it's true. I was simply stating, and I apoligize if it offended anyone

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You got caught in your staring frenzy by a flight-attendant, so you took out your lap top remembering how the pilot had 'Okayed' it a while back. It turns out Jodie had IM-ed you in your vacancy.

TooxSexyXforxMyXshirt: Hey hot stuff, IM me when you get this! xoxo
WerenotGonnaTakeIt's auto response: roses are red, violets are blue, I'm not here, too bad for you

Gosh I need to change that you thought sadly to yourself.

WerenotGonnaTakeIt: Hey dear, are you on?
TooxSexyXforxMyXshirt:: As sure as the sun rises and sets, hon. You still on the plane?
WerenotGonnaTakeIt: But of course
TooxSexyXforxMyXshirt:: Stiffen that upper lip
WerenotGonnaTakeIt:Pssh, I see how it is.
You waited for several minutes for a response but instead you got a sign saying "TooxSexyXforxMyXshirt is now idol" so you sighed deeply and closed your laptop.

Edited:
The movie playing was 'The Chronicles Of Narnia', and you requested a pair of headphones (for five dollars, damn over-pricing assholes) and began watching the movie.

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You had gone through 10 packets of peanuts, peed 4 times, and drunken 7 cans of soda and orange juice. And experienced quite the embarrassment. On your 4th trip to the bathroom, you had tracked quite the bit of toilet paper half way to your seat before the flight attendant pointed out the thick white line stuck to your shoe. (Yes very few shall understand the embarrassment one goes through when this happens. Because, this part of the story, has actually happened to ME, yours truly.) Not to add their was an amazingly angelic guy there looking the age of 17 was 2 seats behind where you had stopped. (again, had happened to me.)

You didn't forget your embarrassment as you lifted your carry-on from the over-head compartment. But even if you had, the guy you had been drooling over had felt the need to whisper in your ear during this exercise, "Hey t.p. girl, quite smooth aren't we?" (now that part did NOT happen to me)

You had blushed a deep crimson and glared at him while still lifting your bag from the over-head.

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You walked to the exit of the airport and heaved a great sigh.

"What a wonderful flight this has been." you said to no one in particular.
"Yes, quite humorous in fact." Mr. Angelic commented from behind you
"Oh shove a sock in it pretty boy." you told him while wrinkling your nose in his general direction.
"Wow, you've just proved me wrong, and I think you couldn't get any uglier. Obviously, I was wrong." He told you looking disgusted at your sneer.

You saw the bus pull up with the words, "Freemont Boarding School" in big red letters over the bus horribly sickening color of green.

"That's my ride, it's been lovely chatting with you." Your words drowned in sarcasm
"How nice, it's mine too. Perhaps we'll be roomies!" Your words might have been drowned in sarcasm, but his had been born with sarcasm, died with sarcasm, and was buried in its' favorite suit of sarcasm.

Your eyes widened at his words. At his steps towards the bus you would soon be getting on.

Oh. NO, you knew this guy would ruin your reputation, and dub you the "Princess of t.p.". Or maybe no even princess! Maybe Duchess.

Poo on crackers, toast, and any other thing you add spread to you felt your heart drop to the very bottom of your stomach.