Note: I'm trying my hand at fiction again so bear with me since I'm a wee bit rusty. Oh, and you'll notice that this part won't make much sense unless you read my first chapter over on Amy's blog today! So head on over and check it out. And for those of you who are visiting from Amy's blog, welcome! Thanks for stopping by!
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"I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name," he started.
"Oh, sorry," I stammered. "I'm Liza." I run the palm of my hand down my face and feel my face burning up with embarrassment.
"I'm a little jetlagged, I guess!" That was a flat out lie, seeing as the last time I was on a plane was more than a year ago. But I had to say something and that was the first thing that escaped my mouth.
"Jet lag is a killer," he replied, and then he was cut off by the sound of the flight attendant's chipper voice on the intercom.
"Good morning everyone! Welcome aboard Flight 488! We are so delighted that you chose our airlines today and hope you have a wonderful experience with us. Before we take off, I'd like to inform you of a few important details regarding...."
"My goodness, she's a chatty one," Jeremy not-so-quietly whispered. He looked straight ahead at the flight attendant the entire time, his head actually high enough to see over all the seats.
I smiled and knew that even though this wasn't going to be a quiet flight, it would at least be an entertaining one.
I half-way listened to the flight attendant's spiel and let my mind wander for the other half. I looked out the window and watched the tarmac, looking out at the other airplanes that were either landing or in preparation to take off again.
"Uh, you awake there, mate?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry," I turned my head back in his direction and felt my cheeks flush with color.
"What did you say? Sorry, I was daydreaming, I guess," I tried to think of something clever to say, but nothing came up.
"Just making sure you were paying attention," he chuckled. He ran his hand through his hair like some sort of hair model on a shampoo commercial.
"Seriously? What kind of cheesiness is this? This is like some kind of freaky dream come true," I thought.
The last time I was on a plane was with my parents and we were heading down to visit my aunt and uncle in Texas. I was squished between my parents and spent the whole time pretending that I was asleep so I wouldn't have to talk to them.
Obviously, this time around was a little bit different.
"So, is LA your final destination?" The plane was just taking off, and we both leaned back in our seats as the nose of the plane lifted off into the air.
"That's a good question," I replied. He looked at me confused, waiting for more details.
"You're a mysterious one, you know that, Liza?"
I smiled but didn't include any more details--only because I didn't have know the answer to his question myself.
Part Three is in the works and will be coming soon!