Chapter 1.

-7 years ago-

It was 11:00 and his plane would be leaving in an hour. His sister had just dropped him at the airport a few minutes ago and as he had about half an hour to spare so he thought he'd shoot something. He looked around himself, there wasn't really anything there to shoot. Then he saw two people, a girl and a guy, arriving on a motorcycle. He took a few shots of them. The girl then gets off the motorbike and takes her helmet off.

She had long, honey coloured hair and blue eyes. She was wearing this dark-grey short dress, which he thought looked great on her, and black tights that went with it. Over it she was wearing a man's leather jacket, "Probably her boyfriends" he said to himself. She had a lot of dark make-up on her and a nose ring. He wondered if she really was like that or if she was just going through a phase.

She reminded him of his sister a little bit. She had gone through a phase after her boyfriend died. She starting dating this bad guy and even moved in with him. Started doing drugs and didn't have any contact home until couple of months later when she moved back home. He wondered if it were like that with her.

He looked back at the girl and saw her start kissing her boyfriend heatedly. He was wearing leather pants, a black t-shirt, which he had cut the sleeves off, and a big tattoo on his upper arm. He guessed he was in a band, partly because he had a guitar by his bike, but he could just see it.

He looked around himself, searching for something else to shoot, when he turned again to the pair. They seemed like they were arguing. "… time apart. That's all" He heard the guy tell the girl.

"Where is this coming from?" The girl asked.

"You can come, all right? It's not…" He started but was cut off by his girlfriend.

"Never mind. You don't want me to come, I'm not coming" She shouted at him.

"Fine. Then I want you out. Bye!"

"Am I a partner or am I not?"

"You don't support me. You don't support me and the band"

"I support the band, I love the band" She said. "Just get on the bike."

"Don't hurry back"

She started walking away when she realized she was wearing his jacket. She took it off and threw it at him.

He just got on his motorbike and drove off, while his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, just walked inside the airport.

He decided he wouldn't find anything to shoot anyway so he went in the airport too and checked himself in. He then looked for where his gate was and sat down on one of the chairs that were there by the gate and started listening to his walkman. A while later he saw the girl from outside sitting down across from him. He glanced at her and saw that she looked like she'd been crying.

She caught him stealing glances at her and stared at him. He looked away awkwardly and looked back at her and she was still staring at her. He could see sadness in her eyes. He wondered if it were because she just broke off with her boyfriend or for some other reason. He looked away again, but yet, she was still looking at him. He awkwardly, trying not to look back at her.

"Flight 912 to Newport Beach boarding in 5 minutes" He heard being called. He stood up and walked over to the gate, looking back to see her still sitting there. Couple of minutes later, when he was already on board, she stood up too and walked over to her gate, the same gate that he had gone into.

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The plane had just taken off and a very afraid of heights Ryan sat in his seat, which just happened to be next to the girl from outside, with a glass of soda and a few packs of already finished peanuts on the little table in front of him.

The girl looked at him. "You like peanuts?" She asked, looking at the empty peanut packs.

"No… yeah I guess…" He said. She looked at him with a confused expression on her good looking face. "I don't really do heights…" He started.

"No kidding" She cut him off.

He glared at her. "…and I don't know… it takes my mind off flying… while I'm eating them at least" He said. She just rolled her eyes.

He just looked ahead of him and a little while later a stewardess, about 25 years old and quite good looking, might he add, came up to him.

"Can I clear these for you, sir?" She asked him, referring to the empty peanut packs. He nodded his head a little and took his soda off the table and held it as she took the packs and put them in the bag she was holding. "Will you be wanting any more peanuts?" She asked him. "I think we have another crate in the gallery" She took a hold of his arm and smiled, waiting for his reply.

He looked down at her arm and smiled at her. "Thanks" He said, nodding his head and putting the glass back on the table. The stewardess took her hand off his arms and started talking to the man who sat on the other side of his row.

The woman in front of him then decided to lean back with her seat and as he had his glass on the table it rolled over when she leaned back and all of its contents went over him.

The stewardess turned around as he got his soda over him. "Oh, dear." She said as she started cleaning table. "All right then. I must be getting you a towel. Oh, dear, I'm…Oh, I'm so sorry" She said as she ran her hand down his, now wet, shirt. He looked down at her hand and smiled. He then stood up and walked to the lavatory.

He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his shirt. "Great" He mumbled. He took few paper towels and tried to dry his shirt with them when he heard a knock on the door. "I'm fine, thank you" He called out as he continued drying his shirt. Then there was another knock. "There's towels in here." He said. He started opening the lock. "So I don't really need…" He stopped when he saw who was there knocking, the girl from earlier. She stepped in and closed the door after her.

"I have another idea for you to get your mind off flying"