I listened as my mom gave me a tearful expression as dad gave me a lecture about being responsible or some shit like that, I wasn’t really paying that much time. God, when the hell is he going to be quiet so I can leave and go away? This is so dumb! Dad, I love you and all, but you need to learn to let go and move on! I’m only a freakin’ phone call away!
Finally! My flight is boarding! Thank you Delta! It only took you an entire eighteen years of speeches and hugs and farewells and tears to tell me that I could finally board my damn seat! I hugged my parents and then squatted down to see my little sis, Sass, at least, that’s what I called her.
"All right Sass, I’ll talk to you on the phone by tomorrow, okay?" "I’m so jealous! You get to live in Florida with the Backstreet Boys!" Her eyes went wide with tears. My God. How many times is she going to talk about the Backboard Boys in one day? This was stretching annoyance.
"Sass, I’m not going to be living with them. I’ll just be in the same state or whatever. Look, you take care okay? And don’t think that you can cover my room with posters of Dick Carter just because I won’t be there anymore!" "NICK Carter Brash, not Dick!" "Whatever." Same damn difference. Finally, we all said goodbye and I started for the gate. After I handed my ticket to the stewardess, I turned around to wave on last good bye to my family when I heard a loud rush of people, and a bunch of girls screaming. Five guys were running ahead of the crowd of teenage girls at full speed. I rolled my eyes as I turned back around and walked onto the plane, silently wishing that the flight would be peaceful.
I sat in my first class seat, pulled out a magazine, leaned back and opened it up. People walked passed me toward their own seats, but I ignored them. I didn’t want to be bothered with anyone.
The screams from the teenyboppers could be heard outside the terminal now. My God this is getting intolerable. What the hell are they screaming at? Five guys, all in hats and sunglasses, boarded the first class section, one of them even sat next to me. I gave them a sideways glance then went back to the fashion section of my magazine. The guy next to me occasionally talked to the other guys and random people around him, but I didn’t really pay all that much attention.
Finally, the plane taxied and took off. I relaxed in my seat and put the magazine down, cover side up. "So, you like the Backstreet Boys?" came a voice next to her. Brash looked at the guy as if he were a crazed lunatic. "I beg your pardon? Like the Backdoor Boys? I’d rather die. My sister is crazy for them. Completely disgusting. Why would you ask such a question?" "Well, I saw the magazine cover and kinda figured that you did." "I get this through a subscription, therefore I have no choice what they send me." "So, which guy does your sister like best?" "Dick." "I beg your pardon?" he choked. Brash gave him a long look. She couldn’t tell what he looked like because he was still wearing the hat and glasses. "She likes the blond one. Dick." "The name’s Nick, Nick Carter, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss?" the guy took off his hat and glasses, revealing his ocean blue eyes and blonde hair that belonged to the one and only Nick Carter. Brash’s eyes widened as he smiled at her.
"DeLaCruz. Brash DeLaCruz." "Brash? That’s an interesting name." "Yeah, well so was Dick until you corrected me." "Well it isn’t exactly appealing to be compared to a male body part." "Maybe not for you." she muttered. "So, I take it that you’re not a fan?" "Well it doesn’t take a freakin’ brain surgeon to figure that one out, much less a dumb ass." "I was just clarifying myself. So, Brash, why are you going to Florida?" "Because California is boring." "Are you serious? I love coming out to California! All the shopping, sites, attractions, everything." "You damn tourists sure are amusing. I guess all the sun has finally gotten to your blonde head. I’ve lived here all my life and believe me, it’s not exactly all that and a bag of chips." "So you’ve hated living here?" "No, I loved living here. But I need a change of pace. My god, I’m talking to a complete stranger, and Blondie Carter at that. My sister sure is going to flip out." "I can sign something for her if you’d like?" I thought about it for a moment. Well, I guess I could always mail it to her. "Fine, thank you. Just remind me later. I think I might have a poster of you you could sign." "And if you don’t like me as much as you rave so passionately about, then why do you have a poster of me?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
I looked at him incredulously. "Believe me, in my household, anything is possible. One time in eleventh grade, I went to turn in my psychology homework and instead I found a picture of the one with the accent. My teacher saw this and I tried to explain what probably happened, but she in turn gave this lecture to the class about why teenage girls are so attracted to all of the so-called boy bands of Backstreet, N SYNC, Five and 98 Degrees. I just fell asleep. One less boring lecture to be dragged through."
"That’s too damn funny!" Nick laughed. Jeez, this kid is odd! I wonder if I can get a new seat? Aw hell, I’ll just ignore the guy. "Yeah, right. Real funny." Stewardess! I really need to change seats. Umm, the level of irritation is just way too high for my aura here. When is the movie going to start at least? Maybe that’ll give me some salvation.
"How long has your sister been a fan?" he asked, getting even more comfortable in his seat. "Like, two years." "How old is she?" What do I look like, Love Connection? "Thirteen. Her name is Ariana, but I call her Sass." "Why’s that?" I got a smirk on my face just from the memory. "Well, I had to drive her down to Burbank at three in the morning so that she could wait in line to get tickets to see you guys on Jay Leno. I got the tix for her and then we immediately got in line. SEVERAL hours later, they were finally going to let us in, however, the age limit is 16, therefore, she couldn’t get in. She cried so much! Then she saw these seven year old girls get in just because they were V.I.P. Well, she got so passionate on her quest to see you guys that she caused a big scene by telling off some of the security people, saying that it was unfair that seven year olds could get in, just because they were VIP, and a 13 year old couldn’t just because she wasn’t. She went on and on about driving hours in the wee hours of morning to come and see you guys and how hot it was and…. Well, they finally caved in after an hour of one big show. So from then on I called her Sass."
"Wow" was all he could say. He looked at me for a lingering moment before turning his gaze elsewhere. "She sounds like a very determined fan." "Determined is an understatement. She even does her own chores to earn money to buy your stuff, even the, in my opinion, crap, that comes from other countries." Okay, I admit that I was getting way too rude, but how could I not?! Some of this stuff really got on my nerves. She shouldn’t have to work in order to earn a cd that already has songs on it that she knows and sings my heart and memory that comes from some country in Europe.
"I don’t understand why people pay so much attention to us." he mumbled, turning his gaze back to me. "Neither do I. I, personally, think that it’s some sort of weird conspiracy, but hey, whatever makes ‘em happy?" "What makes you happy?" he asked. Oh shit. Not this sentimental stuff please! Umm, bathroom. Yes, I need to go to the bathroom. "As much as I desire to answer that question for you, I really need to use the restroom. Excuse me." I stood up and crawled over him, practically falling on top of him on my way out. I could feel his eyes on me, but the feeling went away as I headed towards the back of the plane for the bathroom.
After a few minutes, I unlocked the door and tried to get out when a voice said "Excuse me." and some guy was thrusted in my direction, causing me to fall back into the bathroom with the mysterious dumb ass falling on top of me. I heard the door slam shut and the chilling sound of a lock. I kept my eyes closed and silently cursed under my breath. Okay, if this jerk does not get is large bubble ass off of me now I am going to personally remove it for them. Just as I thought it, the person got off of me and rolled over. To my damned amazement, it was the Blonde Wonder.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" I exclaimed, anger rushing through me. How dare he invade such a private place? Even if it was for the use of everyone on the plane. "I had to use the bathroom but they were all used, so I went back here to see if this one was open. But then, a stewardess needed to get through with a large cart and when I stepped aside and leaned against the bathroom door so she could pass by, you opened it and I fell."
"Jeez. Fine, well, I’ll just leave and you can relieve yourself." I went to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. I laughed at myself. "Must not have put enough force into it." I tried the door again but the bloody thing still wouldn’t move. Oh shit.
"Umm, Nick, I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news." He looked at me questioningly. "What’s the bad news?" "The door is locked and I can’t get it open." "Are you serious?" Nick reached for the door himself and tried to pry it open, but it wouldn’t budge. He gave up and took a deep breath. "Okay, so what’s the good news?" I opened my mouth to respond, but shut it after I thought for a moment. "Actually, there is no good news. I’ve just always wanted to say ‘I’ve to good news and I’ve got bad news.’ Sorry." This is not starting off well. Not only did I have to sit next to the Blonde Wonder, but now I’m stuck in a friggin’ bathroom with him. What else could possibly happen?
Suddenly and without warning, the light went out. "Why the hell did you turn off the light blondie! This is no time for games!" "I didn’t do anything!" cried Nick. "Well if you didn’t then who the hell did?" I asked. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have lost power in different sections of the plane. If your section is without power, please wait and the back up generators will be on in a few moments. Thank you for your patience."
"THE FUCKING POWER WENT OUT?!??!?!?!" I exclaimed in a non-patient way. "Jeez Brash, calm down. He said that the power would be up in a few, so just wait." "No Dick! He said that the back up generators would be up. I want the power back up! I want to land and I want to be in my new home in Florida! Is that too much to ask? I don’t like the idea of being stuck in a closet with you! I want out!" I cried. But it was no use. Three minutes later, all that came on was a tiny light that barely lit the room. How fucking convenient. "You know what? I’ve been putting up with your attitude this entire time because I thought that it was rather amusing, but now you’re starting to irritate me, so please calm down before I hurt you!" he threatened. That’s it, I’m punching his face.
"Oh? So I’m just some carnival act here for your own personal enjoyment? A prostitute of humor so to speak? Well Dicky, I don’t give a flying flap jack if I am irritating you because you have spent the last two years irritating the living hell out of me! And I’d like to see you try to hurt me! Bring it on Wonder Boy!" "Please… don’t tempt me. And to refer to yourself as a prostitute is a bit far-fetched, don’t you think?" "Believe me, I didn’t intend to say it the way that your blonde infested head interpreted it. I wouldn’t be a prostitute of yours if I wanted to!" "You know what? I think that the reason you hate me so much is because you’re scared to admit that you like me!" Where the hell did he get that from? "You have a lot of gall to suggest such a concept! You sure are full of yourself!" "Yeah, well I’ve been around enough teenage girls to know when one likes me. It comes with the job and experience if you know what I mean." I rolled my eyes and avoided his glare. Oh why did he have to have such nice eyes? "Yeah, well I bet that you enjoy every minute of it." "True, who wouldn’t?" Cocky, aren’t we? "But sometimes it gets a little old." "Well, you’re way off base about me so just drop it, okay?" "Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He started to inch closer to me. This is going beyond the parameters of odd. "Yes, it does." "And why is that?" "Because…" I struggled for something to say. "Because it just does! Stop being so cocky!" "Because you know it’s true" he was still getting closer. God, I would let him have it, but those eyes. Shut up Brash! Just ignore him, turn your head and ignore him. "I know nothing of the sort." His eyes penetrated my eyes. You know, up close, he’s not that bad looking. He’s actually rather…. Fuck. Okay, now I’m turning way.
I sat down and looked at my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him sit down in front of me. Damn bathroom. It just had to be small as a freakin’ closet. "I’m hungry" he said in a whiny voice. For the love of my sanity PLEASE don’t whine Wonder Boy. I don’t think I could take it right now. I’m lible to snap on you and just…. Gosh, I’m kinda hungry myself. I could even smell some of the food from the other parts of the plane; the parts that weren’t stuck in a bathroom with America’s teen heart throb Dick Blondie.
I suddenly remembered my jacket pocket. YES! Praise the Lord! I pulled out a package of Crispy M&M’s, much to my delight they were not melted. Good thing I’m addicted. I don’t know what I would have done without them. I popped a few into my mouth and closed my eyes, enjoying the candy coated treat that melts in my mouth and not in my hand. Although, I have stains on shirts to prove otherwise. I absently put the package in between my legs, still holding them with my hand and rested my head back, taking in their sweet coated flavor. Then it came. "You have Crispy M&M’s?" asked Nick. I opened my eyes and looked at him with my famous pouted lips. Why me? "These are my M&M’s and I’m not sharing!" Even if I would share, I would not give him the satisfaction of just simply handing them over to him. "Get your own M&M’s!" I popped a few more into my mouth and closed my eyes. I heard a ruffling noise coming from Nick, but ignored it. When I opened my eyes, Nick was right in front of me, his face merely inches apart from mine. I opened my mouth to protest but he quickly closed the gap and put his mouth on mine, kissing me passionately. I felt his hands in between my legs and immediately got goosebumps. When he pulled away, he was chewing happily on the M&M’s that had been in my mouth only seconds before, with my bag in his hand. He held them up and nodded his head. "Thanks." He sat back in his original position and popped a few into his mouth. The Blonde Dork stole my Crispy M&M’s! And I let him! He used his lips to deceive me! Bastard! Well, I’m not going to let Wonder Boy get away with that.
I looked at him incredulously. "You stole my M&M’s!" "Yes I did!" he said triumphantly, giving me a cute smile. I wasn’t going to buy it though. "What in the name of hell posessed you to do that?" "Well, I needed some way to kiss you and that seemed like the best way. Besides, I’m hungry. And you know you liked it." His arrogance is really starting to get to me. "Well give them back to me! They’re mine and I want them back now." "Fine. You can have them… on one condition." You have got to be kidding me! "And that would be?" "Admit that you like me." Now he’s insane. "Are you out of your fucking mind! I don’t have to admit anything! Just give me back my damn candy!" "Nope. If you want them then you’ve gotta fess up." "I will do no such thing!" "Okay, then you get no candy. You know, if you didn’t like me, then you wouldn’t be making such a big deal out of it." Just as I was about to bitch him out, the same locking sound came again. I looked up at the door. I tried the handle and it opened! Thank you God! I’m free! I ran out of the bathroom, not even bothering to let Blonde Genius know. I rushed back to my seat, sat down and sighed happily. Free. Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty I am…." My thoughts were interrupted as Nick sat down next to me. Fuck. I forgot about that.
"Thanks for telling me that I could get out of the bathroom Brash." "Well, I was hoping that you would figure it out after seeing the door opening and all." The fasten seat belt sign lit up and stewardess informed us that we would be landing within the next 20 minutes. Thank you! I could not wait to get off of this plane, out of the Blondie’s presence and down on earthly ground where I could finally begin my new life. Then I remembered Sass. Against my own will, I reached into my bag and pulled out my magazine. I handed it to Nick and looked away.
"What’s this?" "Can you please sign it for my sister?" "Sure thing. Can I call her Sass?" "Do whatever you want, hell, I don’t care." Nick signed the cover of the magazine and handed it back to me. I threw it back into my bag and tightened the buckle on my seat belt. "So, can I have your phone number?" Hell no! The last thing I want is you harassing me! "I don’t even have a phone number yet. It won’t be hooked up until later this week." "Well, do you know the address of your new home?" "Why do you want to know Blondie?" "Because I like you and I know that you like me. And I love your attitude. You have no idea how appealing it is!" I think I’m going to vomit. "I don’t want you harassing me Nick! Go find a teeny bopper to hit on! It’s not working here." Nick leaned over and placed his lips by my ear. "I can make it worth your while" he said huskily. Oddly enough, I was getting turned on by this motion. I hope that he stops. "I beg your pardon?" "I want your address. And I know that you’re going to give it to me. You know that you like me." Suddenly, he was kissing my ear lobe. And as much as I hated it, it felt damn good. I gave in and wrote down my new address for him just as the plane landed. He grabbed his stuff and winked at me as he and the other guys got off the plane. I waited until everybody else was off before I grabbed my bag and got off. I went to baggage claim, got my luggage and headed home, smiling at the events of the first day of my new life. I should eat M&M’s more often.