"The coolest girl on the face of the planet
The coolest b tch on earth god d mn it
The coolest chick you've ever seen or heard
So you can try to bring me down
But sorry guys I'm sticking around
I've thought about it and I've found
That I am the coolest girl. Yeah!"
Joey finishes his solo song that gets laughs and cheers from the other passengers on the plane.

"Joey, you are the coolest b tch on earth" I wink

He grabs my hand again and smiles, "No Sarah-Grace, YOU'REthe coolest girl in the world,"

"Joseph Michael Richter! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting!"

He puts his hand over his heart in mock offence, "Me? Flirt? Never!"

"Excuse me," a raspy voice that I assume is supposed to be se xy breathes down Joey's neck, "Hi, I'm Kira. I'm a big fan of StarKid," She glares at me like I was some sort of speck of dirt that won't come off her precious "shirt"

"Well that's sweet. It's great to meet you, Kira! I'm Joey, and this is my friend Sarah." Joey's crooked jaw flashes even though his eyes say get lost sl t

"Hi" she puts her arm around Joey and places her hands on his chest, "Wanna ditch the b tch and come with me? I'll show you a real good time,"

"Uh, no thank you," he pushes the girl's arms off of him and scoots closer to me, "I'm a little busy making the newest StarKiddie feel at home."

"Her? She's a StarKid? She's puny! She's, what, nine?! I bet she slept her way in, sold her body! Wow what a sl t! Come on Joey, leave the wh re," She smirks at me as my eyes fill with tears. Why did she have to say that?

"No, she's not a sl t, wh re, or a b tch, in fact, if anyone is it's you, and I think you'd better leave before I show you the mistake you just made!" Joey stands up, towering over the girl. Tears flow from my eyes uncontrollably. It's hard to make out all that's happening, but I see the girl get closer to Joey. She places one hand daintily on his chest and one grabs onto his cro tch. He doesn't hesitate to pull away and I don't hesitate to punch her in the jaw.

She flies backwards and lands on the people across from us. The plane claps and woops. She flips her hair as she stands up as if nothing just happened, "B tch," she directs at me at me. She away to her seat trying to be se xy.

"Sarah-" He doesn't have time to finish. I fall into his arms and cry harder than I've ever cried before.

Again, he holds me, but this time muttering encouragements in my ear and occasionally kissing the side of my head.

I really really really hate flying.