No, all the characters from the movie are not mine.

Chapter 5—

"The final passenger has now arrived. Please excuse the delay and fasten your seat belts. We will be taking off in just a few minutes."

I shut my eyes and attempt to relax into my seat.

"Why are you starting this again?"

"Because I don't understand why we have to spend 20 hours on a flight just to go to this social nightmare."

"Aww… is someone jealous?"

"Hardly. I'm annoyed."

Wedding of the Century. Or so the newspapers liked to call it. Michelle Valmont had actually accepted the marriage proposal of some god-ugly Dutch prince a couple of months ago. It's not that I mind seeing Michelle, in fact, the exact opposite. What I had a problem with was that her wedding planner had called me to ask for my size for the bridesmaid dress. I was not informed that I had to actually participate in the over-hyped and overexposed wedding. When I had inquired what the color of the dress was, they had told me it was hot pink. Hot pink?! Did someone hit a pan over her head?

In any event, I had immediately called Michelle and told her I wouldn't be able to make it seeing as how I had previous arrangements. I was about to get out of when Sebastian grabbed the phone from my hand and told his cousin that I was just joking around and that she'd be seeing us. I was furious and had packed some of my things and left.

I was close to falling asleep when I heard someone plop down next to me and poke me in the ribs. Annoyed, I opened my eyes and was about to reprimand them when I saw dark green eyes staring back at me.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late."

"What are you doing here? And what are you late for?"

He chuckles at me, "Are you deaf Kathryn? Or heavily medicated? I delayed this flight from taking off for 1/2 an hour now because my plane came in late. I had to flirt like hell with the flight concierge to make sure I'd be here right now. When I walked onto the flight, everyone looked like they wanted to kill me when I stepped on board."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Ok fine, after they actually had a good look at me and I smiled an innocent smile, they didn't look so hostile."

We laugh as I see Sebastian scowl out of the corner of my eye.

Despite my attempts of making sure I didn't end up with the same plane as him, he still found a way to find which flight I was taking. That didn't mean of course that I couldn't make sure he wouldn't sit next to me. I had convinced the booking agent to move him out of my row to the right side of the plane before everyone had been filed onto the plane.

As the plane takes off, I let myself fall back and drift away.

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Someone is nudging my arm.

"Kathryn," someone whispers.

Whoever's nudging me is consistent. I only bury my head deeper into something warm next to my face though. Ignorance is bliss. I begin to see the traces of mist again.

Nudge.

The warmth is moving away again. I reach out and try to clutch onto it. I manage to.

"Kathryn," someone loudly hisses into my ear.

I try to push the voice away and hear curses in return.

"Goddamn sleep-depriving assholes. Leave me alone." I mutter as I move my body to the left and try to get back to sleep.

A hand is on my shoulder now shaking me.

Last straw.

I instantaneously open my eyes and whip around towards the intruder at hand in my death glare mode.

"What the fuck." I hiss.

As my vision clears, I make out Sebastian standing before me on the aisle looking tired, anxious, and irritated. I find this slightly amusing for a second before I realize he is the reason why I'm now awake. I turn to Erik and see him mouthing something I can't make out.

"What?!"

Finding the source of my momentary deafness, I shove off my headphones and look expectantly at Erik.

"He wants to talk to yo…"

"No."

"Kathryn…" I hear Sebastian start saying.

I look at Sebastian and repeat myself.

"No."

"I'm going to go sit in Sebastian's seat while you guys work this out."

Erik begins to get up and I attach my hand to his arm when he's mid-air. He then turns to me, smiles warmly like he always does, and leans down toward my right ear.

"Stubbornness wears thin Kathryn. It doesn't mean you become weak when you throw it away. It just means you find better ways to control situations. I'll be near if you need me."

And with that, he lightly kisses my temple and walks away.

"How long do you plan on ignoring me?" he says as he sits down.

I look away and place the headphones back on. I start to watch this horrendous movie on the screen when Sebastian places his palm on my cheeks and makes me look at him. He leans in to kiss me and for a split second I let him.

He gently pulls my headphones off as I turn away from him once again.

"Kathryn, look at me."

"Bastard" I say as I turn to look at him.

He smirks and I have this strong urge to slap it off of him.

"I want your journal. And until you give it to me, we're officially over."

He scowls as I jerk away from his touch and place the headphones back on.

I turn to him once more before I become done with him, "Oh and please tell Erik to come back over as you will be vacating his seat in 3 seconds." I give him a hard stare and he gets up as I turn away.

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"No! Don't go!"

"I have to. I'm so sorry."

PLOP.

What the fuck. I groggily open my eyes as I see something on my lap. Sebastian's journal. I look up to see he's headed towards the lavatories. I turn my attention back to the journal at hand as he disappears from my sight and open it up.

"Meet me in the restroom."

I flip through the journal and see that this is the only thing written in it. Teasing asshole. As I get up, I notice that Erik is asleep and that even in his sleep, he looks put together. No drooling, or contorted expression. How can someone be that perfect?

Making my way towards the lavatory Sebastian entered, I look left and right before I open the door and step in. Before I can berate him, I am immediately moved away from the door as he blocks my only way out. I narrow my eyes at him as he puts his hand up to try to touch my cheek.

"Do you always have to be such a coldhearted bitch?"

"Do you always have to be such an incompetent manwhore?"

"Touché."

I try for the door handle and he simply wraps his right arm from my waist to my upper back and holds me flush against him. I unconsciously relax to him.

He whispers into my ear, "I've told you time and time again Kathryn. You don't want to see what I wrote in that journal you keep asking for."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't."

I start to object again when he places a kiss behind my left ear. I hiss response.

"You're not playing fairly."

He chuckles, "Hypocrite."

We both smirk at each other before I remember why I was angry at him.

"I was serious about the journal. We're over," I say as I try to pull away from him as far as I could in a cramped up room like this one.

He groans in response.

"Kathryn."

"No. I need to read it."

He stares at me for a while trying to see if he would be able to persuade me otherwise. I hold my ground and he turns around and moves his hand up to unlock the door. In a flash, I abruptly swing him back around and roughly bring his head down to a bruising kiss. We struggle against each other as our tongues dueled for dominance. I somehow maneuver us around so I could push him down onto the seat cover and straddle him. We hold out as long as we could before we had to break away for air. Our foreheads rest against each other in exhaustion.

I lean in for one more kiss before I remove myself from his lap.

Before I leave, I turn back around one last time.

"I'm ready Valmont. The question is: Are you?"

A/N: Please notify me when this story is no longer bearable. ;) Reviews are always welcome.

S: I'm glad you liked it. And I only hope that I can continue this. Because writing in this format is pretty new to me and I wouldn't know how long I could last with it.

RAWRxIMAxDINOSAUR: Thanks for the support ) although I don't think I really have any story lines.