So First Of I Made A Facebook For My Writing. It's Not Under My Real Name. But It's Where I'll Post Stuff About My Stories And Stuff. Check It Out? It's On My Homepage On Here. Also! I Got Yelled At During Dinner For You Guys. I Saw A REALLLLLLY Hot Buy Who Looked Like Brad Kavanagh. So I Started Typing Up This Chapter. And My Father Yelled At Me That It's Not Proper To 'Oggle' (Seriously? WTU? (What The Up? Haha You Know, Like What's Up… Awkward Silence…) Boys. No Matter What. Then When He Say My Cell He Started Flipping More About How It's A Family Event And How I Shouldn't Be Texting. So For You Guys I Might Be Cell-Less Now. =[ So Sent From My Cell, I Bring You… (Don Don Don) CHAPTER FOUR!

The Sound Of Knocking Brought Us Both Back To The Reality Of The Situation. 'You Kids Can't Be In There Together! It's Illegal To Have Sex On An Airplane! You Could Go To Jail!' The Person Knocking Called Out.

Fabian Shook His Head And Laughed, 'Told You People Would Assume The Worst.'

I Joined In On the Laughter, 'Yeah Cause There's Totally Enough Room In Here To Have Sex. Is She Crazy?'

'I Can Hear You!' The Voice On The Other Side Of The Door Answered. 'Now You Two Have Five Seconds, Or I'll Tell The Caption We Need To Drop Off Two Unruly Customers At The Next Available Stop!'

Fabian Grabbed My Hand And Opened The Door For Us. While Passing The Old Lady With Gray Hair, Making The Comment, 'Gosh! Everyone Thinks We're Dating.' The Flight Attendent Looked Appaled Then Shook Her Head, As If The Comment Offended Her Somehow.

We Ran Back To Our Seats Holding Hands And Laughing. Everyone Around Us Probably Assumed We Were Under The Influence. We Continued Talking About The Sights We Had To See While We Were There For Another Half Hour. Then I Started Yawning. Fabian-Stopping Mid-Sentence-Looked At Me, As If It Was Bad That I Was Tired.

'I Should Let You Sleep.' The Smile That Was On His Face, Left.

'No It's Okay. I Want To Talk To You More.'

He Looked Into My Eyes And Whatever He Saw There, Must Have Given Him Courage. 'Okay. But At Least Lay Down.' And He Patted His Chest As If I Should Put My Head There.

'Fine Bossy Pants.' He Smirked As I Laid My Head Down, Taking In One Big Breath Of His Earthly Smell. He Smelt Like Sweat, Cologne, And A Natural Manly Scent. A Mix I Already Fell In Love With.

My Head On His Chest, My Right Arm Across His Stomach, A Pose I-Once Again-Already Fell In Love With. We Didn't Have Pillows-The Man In The Seat Across The Aisle Took Them While We Were In The Bathroom-So It Made Sense That I Used Him As One.

As I Left My Eyes Drift Close I Heard A Lady Ask, 'Would You Like A Pillow For Your Girlfriend And Yourself, Sir?'

'Ummm… Just One Please, Ma'am.' I Smirked Against His Chest. Fabian's Girlfriend? Oh That Sounded Wonderful. And The Fact He Only Wanted One? Well That Was Even Better! But… Fabes Likes Joy. I Know It. I Absolutely Know It. Fabian Liking Someone Like Me? Impossible!

'Of Corse, Mister,' She Said Then Her Footsteps Dissapeared Down The Aisle.

'What Are You Smirking At, Nina?' Fabian's Light, Joking Voice Hit The Top Of My Head.

'Oh Nothing,' I Said. Leaning Backwards So I Could Give Him My Most Innocent Smile, Ever.

'Nina Marton, You-My Love-Are A Force To Be Reckoned With.'

I Laid Back Down, Not Knowing How To Respond To That. I Mean How Would You Respond To That? Being 'A Force To Be Reckoned With,' And Him Saying, 'My Love,' In The Same Sentence Kinda Makes It Impossible To Say Something Clever Back.

Fabian Sighed As My Head Hit His Chest. And I Tried To Even My Breathing Like I Was Asleep. Another… Ten Minutes? Of Nothing But My Own Thoughts And Snoring From The Guy Who Took My Pillows, And The Flight Attendant Returned.

'Sir. Sir. Excuse Me. Sir?' Fabian Stirred. 'Here's Your Pillow, Sir.'

Fabian's Left Arm Moved From Behind His Head To Grab The Pillow. He Moved As Delicately As He Could Putting The Pillow Under His Head Without Moving Too Much To Wake Me.

'Thank You, Miss. Could You Do Me A Favor? Does It Look Like She's Awake?'

'Why, No. She Looks Asleep And At Ease.' The Flight Attendant's Voice Was Right By Me, But Then She Spoke Again And It Was Like She Was Standing Up Again. 'You Really Love Her, Don't You?'

Fabian Silently Laughed, Trying Not To Move His Chest Too Much. 'Oh. We're Just Friends.'

'Haha. I Wish Me And My Crush Were "Just Friends" Like That. The Love In Your Eyes Is So Powerful I Feel Awkward Just Budding In On This Moment. Well I'll Leave You Alone, Sir.'

The Footsteps Died Away Once More. After Another Five Minutes, Fabian Started Stoking My Hair. 'Oh Nina. You're So Pretty. I Wish I Had The Courage To Tell You To Your Face, That You're Amazing, Beautiful, Unique, Special. And That… I Think… Just Maybe… That I Maybe, Might Just… Love You.' His Sigh Shook His Body. Soon His Breath Evened Out, And I Was Left Alone With My Thoughts Again.

Fabian? Love Me? Well… Paris Is The Center Of Love… Maybe It Is Possible That This Trip… Will Be The Starting Of Something Big.

Fifteen Minutes Later, The Nice Flight Attendant Was Shaking Fabian.

'Sir! Sir! A Lady? Jossie? Just Connected Us Over A Computer. She Said It Was An Emergency, And That She Had To Talk To You About Sarah. And That It Could Not Wait!'

Fabian Shook Me. 'Nina. Nina, You Awake? Jossie Messaged Us.' He Sat Up, Pulling Me Up Too.

The Sheer Look Of Shock On His Face Sent The Hairs On The Back Of My Neck Standing Straight Up.

'Fabes?' I Shook Him. No Response. 'Fabian? Is Everything Okay?'

'Nina. I Think You Should Look At This.' Turning The Computer To Me, He Looked In My Eyes For Not Even A Second Before He Turned Away And Broke Our Stare.

On The Computer Was A Message.

'Delete This As Soon As You Read It. He's Coming After Us Now. Sarah Wasn't Safe. Neither Was Mark. Now We're Not Ether. We're On The Road. Keep This Laptop. Read The News Article. We'll Be In Touch. Jossie And Shelby.'

On The Bottom Was A Link To A Website. I Looked At Fabian, His Brown Eyes Looking Troubled. 'Have You Seen The Article.'

He Nodded Saying, 'Nina. Maybe It's Best You Don't Look At That.'

I Shhh-ed Him And Double Clicked On It.

'Man In London, United Kingdom, Killed. Mark H. Rodenmaar, Age 27, Was Killed Last Night In What Is To Be Believed As A Shoot-And-Run. He Will Be Survived By His Fiancée, Jossique J. Frobisher-Smythe, And His Daughter, Shelby A. Rodenmaar. The Murderer Has Not Yet Been Found. Neither Has The Weapon. No Word Has Been Made From The Fiancée About The Funeral.'

I Stared At The Screen, Even After I Was Done Reading It.

'Nina? Nina, Are You Okay?' Fabian's Quiet Soft Voice Hit My Face As Hard As A Earthquake Hitting The Ground.

'Fabian! He's Dead! He Was Related To Victor! And He's Dead!' And The Tears Betrayed Me. Falling From My Face As Free As They Came.