A/N: Hello, all, another vignette coming your way. To all my lovely reviewers, THANK YOU! I was very happy to recieve positive reviews from people who are D/L and C/Z fans; your input is very appreciated! I will probably write some C/Z and D/L oneshots, too. And, to those who review solely to say, "eew ll gross" and so on and so forth, give me criticizing reviews only if you don't like my writing style, not the pairing. Thank you very much. This oneshot will be C/Z-centric, and probably pretty fluffy. It's actually based on something that happened to me on a bus ride when I was seven. Enjoy!

And, on another note, I will now be accepting requests for vignettes! In a review, leave the title, the pairing you want, the genre, and a one-sentence outline; I'll title the chapter with your username, and write the vignette to the best of my ability.

Disclaimer: It ain't mine.

Yawn

-Los Angeles International Airport, 5:16pm Pacific Standard Time-

"Are you excited?"

"Of course! Are you kidding me?"

"This is going to be so cool..."

Eight teenagers walked onto the ramp, handing their tickets to the flight attendants one at a time. If you listened closely, you could catch parts of their conversation as they walked down the aisle to their seats.

"She's going to be so surprised!"

"I can't believe it, we haven't seen her in so long!"

"I wonder if they have those little bags of roasted peanuts..."

After a few more minutes of meaningless small talk, they heard static and the pilot's voice rang out over the P.A. system.

"Welcome, passengers, to LAX Flight 217, International Non-stop to Paris. Please take this time to fasten your seatbelts..."

Zoey Brooks wasn't listening. She'd been on a plane twice before, and it was enough for her to remember what everything was and how it worked. She jostled the arm of her friend, Chase Matthews.

"This is going to be so exciting!"

"Yeah, what will Dana say when her parents take her to the airport, and we step off the plane?"

"Who knows? She might scream a little, and hug us, and say she misses us... and then she'll say not to tell anyone, or she'll mess us up."

Chase laughed. Zoey had just done a perfect imitation of Dana's tough way of speaking.

Lola leaned over from the middle row and said, "I bet that's what she really sounds like."

Zoey giggled. "Believe me, it is. Dana grows on you, though; you just gotta get used to her."

They were interrupted by the plane's rumbling, and beginning to move forward. They were on their way.

-Paris International Airport, 7:41am Pacific Standard Time-

"Chase? Chase! Wake up! We're in France!"

His eyes groggily opened. Quinn had woken him up. He stretched his arms and his legs, as he looked around. He, his friends, and the flight crew were the only people left on the plane. As he tried to get up, though, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder. Looking down, he realized that Zoey had fallen asleep and her head was resting on his shoulder.

His instincts screamed at him to leave her there, to savor this moment, but Micheal chose that exact time to shake his free shoulder gently. "Chase? Come on, man, let's get off this thing!"

He shrugged Zoey's head off his shoulder, waking her up. "Right."

She opened her eyes, watching him carefully. "Oh, I'm sorry, Chase! Did I bother you, sleeping like that?"

He stammered a little. "N-no, not at all."

She smiled and said, "Good." As she took her luggage out from the overhead compartment and passed him by, he muttered, "It was quite pleasant, actually."