Green-blue-babe: Hay, I'm not special!!! I'm very intelligent! (more so than Miss Wheeeee over here…) And stop laughing, M-H!!!
A/N: Okay, whatever you want to think…Jet Blue Flight #24
First Class
2:40 AM, December 12th
Dylan pushed aside the thick, red velvet curtains on the small window beside her cushy seat. Across the aisle, her mother was asleep. And snoring. "Ew," Dylan mumbled under her breath. She stared out at the runway rushing past as the plane sped up. Lights flashed outside, and a song played in her head from the club last night.
"Stop, Turn,
take a look around
at all the lights and sounds.
Slow, Burn,
let it all fade out.
Pull the curtain down,
wonder where you've been.
Smile big,
for everyone,
even when
you know what they've done.
They gave you the end,
not where to start.
Not how to build,
how to tear it apart."
The song was random, yes, but the flashing lights reminded her of vacations and happiness. Despite the situation, she felt carefree. She felt happy. She felt…drunk?! What had she eaten? She glanced down at the white porcelain bowl filled with cashews. Then she glanced at the Diet Pepsi in her hand. Was it spiked or something?
She took another sip and it registered that there was indeed a phone in the armrest. She flagged down the flight attendant and asked, "How do I use this?"
Ten minutes later, Dylan was digging through her black quilted Chanel purse until she found her Louis Vuitton wallet. She pulled out her gold AmEx card and slid it through to release the phone. She held the plastic thing in her hand and dialed an ever-familiar cell phone number. "Please pick up, please pick up, please-"
"Hullo?" The girl on the other end sounded sleepy.
"Massieeeeeeeeeee!" Dylan squealed.
"Dylan!!!" Her voice had lost the sleepy, what-the-fuck edge.
"Yup. The one and only."
"Ha ha. Where are you? You said your flight was at 2:30. No way are you in Cali yet. Did you miss your flight?" The hopefulness in Massie's voice was excruciating.
"Nope. Not yet. Lemme get the others."
Four minutes later, there were four girls on the line. "Okay, lemme get Claire."
"WHAT?" Claire snapped.
"Good morning, sunshine," Dylan laughed.
"Oh, hey, Dylan. Why are you calling me at three in the fucking morning?"
"Actually, it's two fifty-six." Kristen offered.
"Hmmm…so how's your first non-private jet flight going?" Massie asked.
"Hmmm…it's okay. We've got phones, and color TV's with OnDemand. But other than the standard overhead lighting, AC vents, etcetera, that's as far as technology gets."
"What about the food?"
"Uh…I'm on a diet?" Dylan spoke as though it was a question.
"So? Has that ever stopped you?" Kristen snorted.
"Hey! In my defense, those chocolates were from Paris and they expired the next day!"
"Whatevs. Just tell us, are you eating or no?"
"Um…..yeah…" Dylan pouted. "Diets are only for those with willpower."
"Ha! Knew that. So, Dylan, how's the food?"
"Good. I actually just got some salmon and mashed potatoes. Low-carb!!!" Dylan insisted. She smiled, knowing there was more. What Massie didn't know couldn't hurt her.
"And?" (Okay, Dylan thought, there goes that.)
"Okay, and some proscuitto-wrapped figs."
"And?"
"Some fruit."
"And?"
"Okay, okay, okay! I also got a brownie."
"With?"
"Vanilla ice cream."
"There we go. Knew dessert was some where in there." Massie smirked.
"No self-control." Kristen scolded. She shook her head and laughed.
"So, it's been an hour. And all we've discussed is Dylan's dysfunctional diet?" Massie laughed.
"Damn, what is wrong with us?" Claire giggled.
"What's wrong with us? No, more like what's wrong with you. " Alicia shot back.
Massie cleared her throat.
"God, you guys would love first class!" Dylan said suddenly.
"Over private jet?" Alicia sounded doubtful. "Not likely."
"Hmmmm….well, I guess we'll have to check on that…" Massie's voice was thoughtful. She smiled to herself and petted Bean. Bean lifted her head and blinked sleepily.
"How?" Dylan asked quickly. She could hear muffled giggles in the background from the other girls. Hello, what was going on?
"Oh, you'll see…"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"WHAT?!"
"Nothing!"
A/N: Okay, um, green-blue-babe's comments really did come from her via email. And in my defense, I am NOT Miss Wheeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Green-blue-babe: Sure… cough, cough
A/N: Hey!!! No, I'm not and I think we are scaring the readers so shhhhh…
Lolz!!! R & R, pleeeeeze?