Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but finally, here's chapter 2! I wish for this story to one day, be very successful, so tell every Big Time Gleek you know to read this story!

The plane took off, and well, it wasn't very smooth. Everytime you tried to stand up, the plane starts to wobble. And I heard a guy in the back got soda all over his pants. I gotta admit, hearing that was pretty funny. "How long is this flight?" I asked one of the flight attendants.

"About three to four hours." She perkily spoke.

The chick was young, probably in her 20's, and lord, did she look like she was flirting with Carlos. All the other attendants were wearing plain blue outfits, while she was wearing a mini-french maid dress. Why is it Carlos you ask? Because he's mine. That's about it. "Okay thanks." I said without looking at her.

"What is going on with that chick? Is she even allowed here?" Kiana's head peeped through the little opening between the two seats.

"I don't know but she surely is trying to earn money." I assured.

I faced Carlos and saw him glued to the latest episode of the Jersey Shore on MTV. I never got that show. The prostitude-chick came back to us, "Would you like anything to drink?"

"I'll have a soda." I said politely, of course, without un-buckling my seat-belt and strangling her to death. I mean, look at her!

"Yeah, yeah, how about you?" She lightly tapped Carlos's shoulder.

"He's 17!" My voice started to sound raspy. Oh forget about it, he won't do anything about it. He took his order and Kyra was by my side, laughing like a drunken idiot. "What are you laughing about?"

"The 20-year old chick and your jealousy." She calmed down for a moment. "You are actually jealous of her?"

"I'm not jealous!" My voice rose an octave higher.

"You're using that lying voice of yours again." She said.

"No I'm not!" I was so close to squealing.

"Micaela, I know your guts. Stop lying. We all get jealous here." She made a point.

"Okay, but I hope this trip will end faster than I expect it to be." I crossed my arms and sat back against the chair.

"Aren't you loving this plane ride?" I haven't noticed Carlos was asking me until a minute later. It seemed like he didn't feel (or care) about the flight being all bumpy and stuff.

"Yeah, totally," I used sarcasm. The flight was terrible.

He was munching on a bag of Cheetoes, and continued to talk. "If you want to sleep, my shoulder is open," He wriggled his right shoulder. He probably noticed I was "tired", or in my case, bored out of my mind and completely zoned out. I flashed a smiled then laid my head on his shoulder. I felt his arm wrap around me as he slowly stroked the side of my sleeve.

I saw three guys, on an auditorium stage, and they looked like they were in their mid-teenage years. They looked like they sung in a choir or whatever they did in their school, and I found myself sitting on one of the chairs. The three nubs possibly tried to "woo" me and I don't know, seranade to me or something. But come on, these guys were like 15! Even a guy in his 20's can do better than this. I noticed a dark shadow in the corner of the stage, but I couldn't really make out the picture. I squinted a little, and saw Carlos tied up to a chair. He was wiggling around, trying to break free from the rope. I'm surprised the nubs took their time to tie him up. I opened my mouth to speak some words, but they somehow couldn't come out. Carlos unraveled from the ropes and finally saved me from the annoying children tunes. Until...

My eyes shot open before I could even find out what happened in that thing I like to call a dream. We had about 10 minutes before we landed. Sheesh, I didn't know a 5-minute dream could turn out to be 3 hours long. I looked around, seeing wrappings of chips all over Carlos's food tray. I smiled. The flight attendants were cruising up and down the asiles, and suddenly, the plane took a big shake. The maid-whore walked pass us with a coke in one hand and it happened to "tip" over and spill on the both of us. "I LOVE YOU CORN DOG!" Carlos almost jolted out of his seat.

That chick was not going to mess with me anymore. "I am so sorry," She tried to sound kind, but it didn't work. I gave her an "oh really?" look. She didn;t understand that, so she shrugged and walked off like she didn't do anything.

"Oh God," I muttered under my breath.

"You guys okay?" Kendall asked.

"Nope, not at all. I just got soda spilled all over me!" I shouted.

"I was sleeping," Carlos didn't sound too worried.

"I'm all sticky now, thanks to that chick." I complained.

"Don't worry, you'll wash up when we get to our hotel room," Carlos calmed me. He always had some sort of method to make me all happy and cheery again. I still didn't know what that method was. At the last 5 minuted of this stupid plane ride, we finally got off. It was a relief to be off that thing with the snobby-chick-with-attitude flirting with Carlos every second of my life.

"We are at baggage claim 15." Kendall read.

The airport was just like any other airport, clean, filled with buisness people or tourists, and all that other stuff. We went to pick up our bags when 3 screaming teens came up to the guys. "Oh-em-gee!" One of them said. "It's Big Time Rush! Can we get your autograph?" In sync, they all held out papers and pens to them so they can sign the stuff.

"OMG! Can we go now? I'd really like to take a shower." I stated.

"Oh, you want to get ready for a little date you're going to have with Carlos aren't you?" The brunette fan walked to me. My face probably read "what the heck are you talking about?" right now. "Yeah, I do my research. You're Micaela Russo. You go have fun." She sneered.

Looks like I got a new enemy. "Everyone keeps hating on me. In every state, I bet at least one person there hates my guts! Can we just go now?" I asked.

"They're just jealous." Carlos took my bags and rolled them across the floor to the front entrance of the airport. We all leaped back from the sliding doors in surprise, not knowing this would come towards us.

"I did not see that coming!" Kendall yelled.

So whatcha think? It wasn't bad right? I like the bit with the maid-attendant. Tell me your thoughts!