A/N: Okay. It took me forever and a day to freaking come up with this. Omg. Haha. I had extremely writer's block. It's fine now, tho. Haha. :3 I hope you guys like this chapter, nevertheless. I love it! Heh. I've never been this proud.
Beck and Jade were on the same plane, sitting next to each other, and going to the same place together.
"Where is Cuba anyway?" Jade asked.
"I have no idea." Beck answered.
"You're never any help."
"Is it my fault that we're here? No."
"Uh, yeah it is!"
"How?"
"We're flight 249 not 239! You had to be all 'Oh look I am Beck. I am so smart. Come on Jade, let's go to the plane. Nothing bad will happen and the others will be here in no time.'. So yes! It is your fault!"
"How does that even make sense?"
"Don't be smart with me. You know exactly how this happened, and you know it's your fault!"
"If I knew that, would I be arguing about this with you? This is not exactly how I wanted to spend my vaca-"
"Sir, please lower your tone. The passengers are complaining." A lady who worked on the plane told Beck.
When she left, Jade smiled.
"Hah. That's what you get for screaming." she said, like a little girl.
"You started it!"
"If you don't be quiet I am going to-!" Jade said, but stopping when the passengers in front looked at her "-uh, eat more of this airplane food... Yum.." she said stuffing peanuts in her mouth then spitting them out into a napkin when the passengers looked away.
She looked at Beck angrily.
"Look, we can't waste our vacation screaming at each other, so let's just calm down. When we get to... uh..." Beck said.
"Cuba." Jade reminded him.
"Right." Beck said. "When we get to Cuba, lets just tell the people there that we got put on the wrong plane and-"
"You put us on the wrong plane."
"And, then we'll catch a flight back here."
"Ok, ok." Jade said, rolling her eyes.