“Oh, you’re still in
school?” the guys asked, “Awesome. What’s
So, even after I tell him I’m in school, he assumes
I’m in college?
Well, I might as well play along; he’s too good looking
“Creative Writing,” I lied, plastering a fake smile
to my face.
Hopefully he didn’t ask me too many questions about
“So you write then, I assume? That’s
You assume a lot of things, I wanted to say, but I
kept it to myself.
“Yeah, it’s fun,” I told him, which
wasn’t a lie.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer.
I’ll be in college in a little over a year, and I’m
pretty sure English or Creative Writing will be my
major…on top of something else, of course.
Writing a book won’t suffice as a job.
Something made a dinging sound on the intercom, interrupting
“We have now reached three-thousand feet. Passengers are
allowed to turn on all electronic devices on airplane mode.
Thank you!” chirped a flight attendant in an overly fake,
“Hey,” the guy next to me said, “I hope you
don’t mind, but I have to finish some paperwork for my
“No problem,” I shrugged, smiling, “I’m
Kylie by the way.”
“Steven,” I nodded, reaching for his laptop.
I sighed contently and listened to music for a little while
before falling asleep.
The ground beneath me shook rapidly, forcing me to jolt awake
“Oh!” I gasped, sitting upright.
That’s when I noticed I’d been resting my head on
Steven’s shoulder the entire time I’d been
He was looking down at me with a smirk stretched across his
delightfully attractive face.
“Have a nice nap?” he joked.
I felt my face burn a deep, red color.
I completely forgot I was sitting next to him.
“You have a comfy shoulder,” I joked back,
“Sorry about that.”
“I don’t mind at all. Happy to be home?”
I rolled my eyes. “More like heartbroken.”
“I bet you’ll be happy to see your boyfriend back
“Boyfriend?” I asked, my face flushing even more
than it already had, “I don’t have a
“Really?” he asked, almost looking amused. Then he
changed the subject, “Aw, well Connecticut has its
ups too, you know. It can be really fun.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I
“I’ll show you,” he beamed, “What do
you say we hang out sometime? I know we just met and
everything…and if you don’t want to hang out
it’s fine with me… I mean…you’re just
really sweet and funny…”
“I’d love to hang out with you,” I
grinned, trying to hold in my excitement.
“Great,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief,
“Here’s my phone number.”
He handed me a slip of paper with numbers scribbled on it and
exited the plane before I even realized we could