So I want to apologize, I just noticed something a little off about my story… I have been covering up everyone's name… except for Emmett who I have been using freely throughout… so a small error. Sorry 'bout that one.

Around 5:00 am, we were finally ready to leave. Everyone was quiet ever since the night before and it's drama. I went back to the control to grab all the information on controls, codes and routes we needed to make it to Australia. This is also about the time I realize I had never informed the rest of the group on our slight change in plans. So I gradually make my way back to see everyone packing up the few supplies we kept, and hesitantly announced, "France is no longer safe, we're going to Australia instead." They all just kind of look at me. I'm pretty sure they were all shocked that someone was actually talking, since the only sounds that occupied the airport that morning were a few from the infected and some throat clearing and other gag noises from us.

We boarded ourselves onto the plane. The dead silence was just to unusual. And really uncomfortable. I was so used to the whiny cries of children, that guy who doesn't want to shut off all electronic and cellular devices, and the woman who just talks way to loud, that they awkward shuffling of feet and the clinging sound that came when two of us would touch knives was strange and repelling. I suddenly wanted off the airplane, I wanted out of this cruel life and I wanted to be as far away as possible from reality. And I only knew one way of doing that. I look up at Emmett with the sheepish, but puppy-like eyes that I rarely used, but quickly turned away. NEVER. AGAIN.

But it was too late. Emmett saw the eyes. I look down, cringe, and wait for whatever mayhem was to come. But it doesn't come. I look up, and Emmett isn't even looking at me anymore. I was shocked. He was fidgeting with some computer used to measure something… I don't know. But he was smiling. I saw the smile. It was that smug, sexy, knowing smile only he could pull off.

"Emmett… are you ready to go?" I ask slowly. The smile slowly shrivels into a thin line, and he looks up at me, his overall face is serious, but his eyes were shining with delight. "Emmett."

"Oh, yes." He says, switching off whatever he had been playing with earlier. "Are you?" I nod, concerned about his reaction. It was going to make for a long trip. I sit down in the pilot's chair whatever, and start the plane's engine. Step one- complete and still alive. Oh lord, now step two.

Two hours into the plane ride, I see the silly smile on Emmett's face again. Out of the overall nineteen and a half hours of this flight, I figured one of three things would happen.

1: Emmett's face would freeze, and he would be stuck with the smile forever.

2: He would soon get tired, and he would have to stop smiling.

3: The idea that brought the smile will present an opportunity to actually happen… and it will.

My favorite was plan 1… but since that would be kind of creepy having Emmett smile like a deranged clown all the time, option 2 was a little more likeable. 3 was not going to happen. I was sure it would not happen. I would make sure it did not happen… then it happened.

"So… you gave me the look." He says after what was probably a good hour of the horrific smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say pretending that I needed to actually focus on things outside the plane… not hitting the… clouds.

"Oh I think you know. But if you really don't… I could familiarize you…" He says leaning towards me. I refused to meet his eyes.

"Boy sit your ass down." I say.

"Let me fly for a bit." He ignores me.

"No." I shoot him a look. Damn… those eyes.

"Please, you need a break." He already knew I had given in on some, unspoken brainwave we had. He tips his head to the side, before I sigh. Then he practically picks me up out of the seat as we trade places.

"The lever there controls the-"

"Please." He gives me a look. "I know what I'm doing." Which was a lie. But I didn't have enough energy to argue. So I am embarrassed and outmost disappointed to inform you, that I soon fell asleep on his shoulder. A million things wrong with that.

"Promise me you will never put me through that again." Emmett says the moment I wake up. Half panicked half still asleep.

"huh…" I moan.

"I hardly know how to fly this damn aircraft, and you just fall asleep and let me do it anyways?" He exaggerates… then continues, "And also. You put me through the misery of watching you sleep on MY shoulder, and being a good and honest guy, did not lay a hand on you. No matter how much I wanted to brush your hair out of your face or put my arm around you or-or- or hold you in any way! That is unfair. Completely and utterly unfair." He rages. I feel the immediate need to argue.

"You're the one who said you knew what you were- what?" I ask… did he just say he… Emmett taps the dashboard awkwardly. Fidgeting as usual. "Emmett…" I don't look at him yet. But I want to see his face so bad that it takes all my strength not to look at it. One of the hands that were fidgeting slides over to mine. I am angry and glad all at once. I was mad that Emmett had left me in the first place, but happy to know that time healed things. Maybe it could heal our world before time itself runs out. And there is nothing left of our strange and mysteriously little Earth. I look up, with the puppy like eyes of course, and see Emmett's got that stupid smile again, as he practically attacks me.

Thanks to whoever said that this story needs a little more romance. How's that? Need more. Fine. I'm not too sure everyone else will enjoy my dark and twisted mind, though. So let's keep it at that.

I do dearly and truly and sincerely apologize that I have not written in so long. I have betrayed the loyalty I have to you my fans and I will do my best not to let that proceed to happen in the near future. Love always, your author.

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