A/N: I was not planning on updating the second chapter as I'm too busy with study and work. But, somehow I managed writing another chapter. So, here we go!

A Quiz: Can you guess from where I have picked the title of the story? I have left a clue somewhere in this chapter!

∾∾∾ "It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all" ∾∾∾

Chapter 2

"Oh, you don't date people who are more than 6 years older than you?" Although I'm pretty annoyed at her reference to my age, still find her thoughts amusing.

"No."

"Did you date anybody so far?"

"I told you, I never had a relationship." Arizona rolls her eyes now.

"Then how do you know that you don't date older people?" I try to dig a little.

"I know!" Arizona leans back on her seat giving me a signal that she is not interested to talk anymore.

"Just so you know, I also don't date kids from the school." I cannot help but teasing her a bit.

"I'm not a kid." She sits straight on the seat and turns to me.

Satisfactorily, I close my eyes, "yes, you are!"

"I'm not." I only hear the stone cold voice, but cannot see the face as my eyes are closed.

"Yeah…you are!"

I have never assumed that the conversation is going to take this turn. I just wish to get out from this awkward situation as soon as possible. But, before I think anymore, the plane falls into a bad air-turbulence and the seat-belt sign pops out from the roof. Oh God, why do I have to travel by plane? I could have taken a ship also. Maybe it would have taken a month; at least I would not have to die in the air.

The plane starts bumping like a roller coaster.

"You'll be okay." I hear her saying so.

"Hmm!" I'm not in a state of talking right now. I feel like going to toilet and sit there for the rest of the 10 hours.

"Are you afraid of dying?" Arizona asks.

Oh boy, this girl will kill me with her innocent questions before the plane crashes. I prepare myself to give her a tough answer. This is too much now. But, before I utter anything, she slides her left hand in my right and laces her fingers tightly with mine. "You will be okay." She smiles, that is able to stop the whole earth which revolves around the sun. This is awkward. The plane is bumping like a football and my heart is racing against everything because a 19 years girl is holding my hand to relieve me. This is so thwarting. I try to shake my head and concentrate on the bumping.

After few minutes, when the plane seems to be flying okay, she slides back her hand.

"No, I'm not afraid of dying." I decide to answer her question. "But, I'm afraid of dying before doing all those things, I wanna do in this life. Aren't you afraid of dying?"

This is the first time I see her face gathers some sort of interest in the exchange. "Nah! I don't think, I would survive more than 25." She seems to be serious.

"Why?" I have never heard such young people talking about death so seriously.

"I simply don't want to live anymore." She makes a wise face.

"Why?" I cannot resist myself but to ask. Slowly Arizona is making me interested to know more about her.

"I don't find it interesting to live anymore. I have lived 18 years and that's enough." Saying this she tugs her loose hair behind her ear and relaxes herself while leaning back on the seat in a motion which gives me signal to stop talking. This girl is so outlandish like her name, nonetheless, making me engrossed.

When I wake up from my second or third sleep, I feel heaviness on my right shoulder. When I finally can open my sleepy eyes, I find Arizona sleeping on my shoulder leaving her body weight on me. I try to move her head back to her backrest, she instantly comes back on my shoulder. I laugh a little seeing her babyish kind of sleep. I fix both her and my blanket and go back to sleep.

"Callie…?" from my sleep, I hear somebody calling me, "excuse me Callie!"

"After second or third try, I wake up finally.

"Callie, I'll go to washroom. If you could kindly move…" Arizona requests me.

"Oh…okay…I'll also go… I haven't gone for peeing for last few hours." Standing up from my seat, I do a little stretch up and then start walking towards the toilet.

While taking an empty stall, she almost shyly asks, "how to close the door? This is my first ride."

"This is simple," telling this I shove her inside while stepping into the washroom with her. I show her how to lock, but while unlocking, I suddenly discover that the lock is totally jammed. Oh, boy…! Arizona is standing just behind me in the tiny toilet of the plane and trying to peek through my shoulder to see what I'm doing. This is the first time I notice that we are almost at the same height; I might be a little taller than her though!

"What happened?"

"It's jammed." As I turn my face to her after saying this, for the first time, I feel that my eyes are locked with her. It's that moment, when for the first time ever I actually realize what is called locking eyes with somebody. Just few stray moments, however, those make me swallow hard.

"Will you try to open it?" Arizona asks still locking eyes. I feel for a second she also feels those floating moments.

"Yes." I reply while pulling the knob hard and finally the door unlocks. I quickly come out and bang on the boy who was checking on Arizona. There is a clear shock on his face. Oh, shit! This is not a good idea being caught in the plane washroom together. He raises his eyebrows and out of nowhere, my naughty brain starts churning. "You know…what?" I laugh confirming his suspicion.

"Yeah, now I know…" he seems to be disturbed.

By this time, Arizona comes out and the boy gives a hurtful look to her.

"What was that?"

"I don't know!" I reply innocently and go in for another stall for the task, I was holding for a while.

While settling back in our seats, I ask, "so, Arizona, are you going to Calgary for study?"

"No!"

"For visiting relatives?"

"No"

"For what then?" This girl has a weird tendency- she would never give full answer. So far, I have discovered that I have to ask her the exact question.

"I won a quiz contest and the prize included visiting two cities of Canada." She replies happily.

"Then you must be a super nerdy thing."

"You can say that! I'm nerdy about TV shows!" Arizona rolls her eyes. This eye rolling thing really goes with her.

"TV shows?"

"It was a quiz about TV show and no one can beat me if it is about my favorite show."

Typical youth- all about TV shows- I laugh a little.

"So, which is the other city, you are planning to visit?"

"Toronto."

"Toronto?"

"yeah, I always wanted to go to Toronto. I picked Calgary just randomly, as I had to pick two!" Arizona seems really happy that she will get to see Toronto.

"Well, Toronto is a busy town and I don't like Toronto."

"I'll see that.." Arizona again starts surfing the aircraft channels.

Usually, in a conversation, people ask counter question, but Arizona has not asked any question to me so far. Isn't it weird? Oh, I'm bored now.

We still have 3 hours to go. I don't hate anything else, the way I hate plane journeys.

So, when the second and last meal comes, this time I go for chicken platter and Arizona takes pasta.

"Yikes, the pasta is horrible. They don't know how to cook." Arizona cringes her nose and I find this so adorable. Without taking her permission, I dig my spoon in her pasta and have a spoonful.

"Yeah… it's truly yikes!"

"This is not polite, you know."

"What's that?" I ask in confusion.

"Taking food from someone's plate without asking." Arizona replies quietly.

"You share my one." I shove my food towards her. "That's what friends do."

"When did we become friends?" She laughs while sharing my food.

"Just now, when we have shared each other's food!"

Arizona again laughs softly. While she is eating, I start noticing her silently. She is one of the very few people who have been able to hold my concentration for quite a long time. More than anything, I have started liking her sassiness. This girl has that dangerous combination of wilderness and shyness, which I have never seen before. Apparently, she is an inhibited one, takes time to open up and never gives herself completely, but at the same time, she has that untamed thing in her, which may derive people crazy to know her more. It's like diving into the sea to know the mysteries underneath, even though we know how dangerous it could be.

Well, we are about to land after two hours and the plane ride has not been that bad as I thought 10 hours back!

A/N 2: I might finish this story abruptly. Due to some personal reasons, I don't think that I'll be able to do anything with this. I'm just giving you a shout-out before hand, so you don't get upset. I have written down few bits and pieces, which I will try to upload in the coming days. This story is so near to my heart that it hurts to write it even. I hope you would understand. Especially, those who are my regular readers and reviewers, you know that how much heart-follower I'm. Thanks in advance for understanding.