The city was filled with darkness and foreboding. Massie looked out the window and shivered, telling herself nothing would go wrong. She griped the armrest, sweat dripping down her face. The silence was so thick you could've cut it with a knife and Massie turned to find she was the only one on the plane. She stumbled to her feet and started towards the captain's cabin, only to find it locked. She banged on the door, yelling if anyone could hear her. She looked down, filled with dread, and saw blood seeping under the crack. She stepped backward, only to step on something. She was about to scream but was cut off by a hand over her mouth. "Everything is going to be fine. Just relax."
She knew that voice. "Derrick", she whispered and threw her arms around him. He returned her hug and laughed, kissing her forehead. "Don't leave me" "Never" and with that he kissed her, on the mouth. It was sweet and short, but gave Massie the courage to say what she had always felt "I Love y_" She was cut off by an ear-splitting roar and the plane broke in half, her on one side and Derrick on the other. She reached to grab his hand but he started to slip. His side of the plane started to fall, down, down, down. "DERRICK", she screamed.
"Massie, Massie. Wake up" came the faraway voice of a worried Alicia.
Massie jumped up, her head colliding with something hard. "Wha_?" She asked, rubbing her forehead and looking up to find Alicia doing the same. "Oh, sorry leesh" Her friend glared at her, but was interrupted by hysterical laughing coming from the other three sleeping bags. "Derrick, Derrick" her friends shrieked, tears streaming down their faces. Soon Alicia was giggling and Massie's face was bright pink.
"Cut it out guys. I would have been screaming your names too if you were plummeting 200 ft to the ground. Though now I don't know if I'd even bother."
Claire groaned. "Not another airplane dream. You've got to get over that, especially seeing as were going to Paris tomorrow. And if you haven't figured it out already, we'll be flying there on a plane! Unless, of coarse, you want to hitchhike."
"She's been on planes before." Dylan said, sticking up for Massie.
"Ya, right, only when she's been heavily drugged." Alicia said, still angry about the bruise forming on her forehead.
Kristen laughed, then looked apologetically at Massie. But her friend wasn't listening; she was lost in her own thoughts. Derrick is my friend; of course I would've been upset to see him die. I would have been upset if it was a random hobo. Not that I would have hugged a hobo, but I hug Derrick every time I see him, so no big deal, right? And the kiss, it was a friendly kiss, not romantic or anything; I kiss my dad like that, okay, so not exactly like that, but still. And everyone knows I love derrick, we've been friends since kindergarten. It was a strange dream, it didn't mean anything. Hell, I've had dreams where Bean grows wings and runs off with a pigeon, and that doesn't mean Beans in love with pigeons, right?
When she finally came to, her friends had somehow changed the conversation from airplanes to "what if."
"What if Kemp was about to be eaten by a whale, would you scream his name and warn him?" Alicia asked Dylan.
"What is he doing?"
"What does it matter what he's doing?"
"Just tell me"
"Fine", Alicia said "He's…. playing golf."
"Ugh, let the whale have him. We don't need Tiger Woods at BOCD."
Massie cracked a smile and threw a pillow at the unsuspecting red head. Right on target. The pink, polka-dotted pillow hit Dylan right between the eyes and dropped innocently to the floor. Dylan looked up at Massie, shocked, then her face formed into a devilish grin that could've rivaled the grinch's. Soon pillows were flying through the air, knocking over lamps and even making it out of the open window. The war stopped when an audible curse was heard outside and all four girls shoved their way to the window and peeked out. Derrick Harrington stood there, rubbing his head and glaring at the offensive pillow. The girls burst out laughing, unable to contain themselves.
"Watch where you throw those things next time" Derrick yelled, his face red at being made a fool.
"Oh look, poor little Derrick hurt by a pillow!" Massie choked out, which made them laugh even harder.
"Ya, some pillow." He scowled, picking up the pillow and sticking his hand in it. His face lit up when he pulled something out of it, and grinned slyly at them.
"What is it, a rabbit?" Dylan called down and Alicia had to go to the bathroom to get tissues.
"Alas, it is something better." Derrick said, showing them a small black book.
"What is tha_?". Kristen began, but was cut off.
"I'm gonna kill you", Dylan screamed, turning around and racing down the stairs.
"What's going on?" Alicia said, reentering the room.
Massie furrowed her brow for a second, then let a bark. "It seems as if Derrick has discovered Dylan's long lost diary." This time, Alicia brought tissues back for everyone.
For when Dylan was nine she had a diary she called the "Hot or Not" book. It had all the boys' names and on a scale from one to ten how hot they looked in various types of clothing. The problem, Derrick was a #10 in all the categories, including underwear.
"I thought she lost it" Claire asked when she sobered up.
"So did I", Massie said, smiling in anticipation "But I guess it has been in her "kissing" pillow the whole time.