A/N: I know I already have two unfinished stories but I'm a glutton for punishment. Anyways, this is a story I wrote a variation of last year that never got finished. Let me know what you think?
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some slight turbulence and ask that you remain in your seat with your seatbelt securely fastened. Thank you."
Well no shit Sherlock! The metal tube rocked back and forward like a seasaw never breaking it's rhythm, thunder rolled through the plane and I waited in rather excited anticipation for the lightning that I thought may follow. I had a strange fascination with storms. In fact, I was rather enjoying the turbulence, had it not been for the ridiculously large man and his incessant complaining in the seat next to me, I would count this as a so far pleasant venture.
Figuring things could turn a lot worse once I hit the ground I chose to savour these moments. Placing my earphones in my ears, I turned the volume on my iPod almost as loud as it would go, sat back, closed my eyes and allowed myself to become completely consumed by the musical stylings of The Ramones.
I was interrupted from my in head jam session by an annoying tapping on my shoulder, willing me to open my eyes and glare at the owner of the offending finger, having disturbed my favourite part. I removed my earphones and turned my body slightly in his direction,
"Yes? Can I help you?" I tried to keep my face friendly but I could hear the hostility in my tone.
"Do you mind turning the music down, my ankles are swollen and I'm trying to distract myself from the pain by counting in my head and you're racket is giving me a headache." A smug smile fell across his face. I could feel my temperature rise with frustration but lowered the volume none the less.
Closing my eyes I once again returned my attention to the voice of Johnny Ramone. Barely two seconds into the song I felt another agitating tap on my shoulder, not bothering to remove my earphones I looked at the red faced oaf. He gestured with his hands for me to lower the volume to which I grudgingly obliged and settled back into the chair.
The final straw came when I felt a tug and my right earphone disappeared. I moved my body fully, my face almost as red as his,
"What is your problem?" I berated him, "You wanted the music down, I turned it down!"
"No need to get testy with me lady, I simply made a reasonable request." Held his hands up in defence but his face was still riddled with the same smug smile.
"Yes," I attempted to remain calm but spoke through gritted teeth, "and I turned it down."
"I'm not sure I like your attitude." His snotty tone was the last I could take, I couldn't control my outburst even if I'd wanted to.
"Yeah, and I'm not sure I like your two hour long non-stop complaining but I haven't said anything about that. So shut up, sit there, count, whatever, I don't care, but so help me if you touch one more time I swear-"
"Everything ok here?" A pleasant voice came from the aisle. I looked up to see a smiling blonde airhostess addressing us, her nose scrunched slightly, no doubt due to the intense odour the man was emitting.
"No! Everything is not ok! I want to move seats!" He demanded, his face adamant. My lips betrayed the tiniest hint of a smile at the mere thought of escaping his presence. This elevated feeling was short lived however as the hostess spoke again,
"I'm sorry sir but we have a strict policy-"
"I don't care about your policy" He cut across her in a mimicking tone, "I have paid good money for my ticket and expect to be kept satisfied."
She looked at me, a sympathetic look in her eyes before returning her attention to my idiotic neighbour, "I'm sorry sir, that is not a possibility, but if there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable-"
"You can find me another seat that's what you can do." He cut across her again, beads of sweat rolling from his tomato coloured brow. For the first time since boarding the flight I was grateful for this man's arrogant persistence.
"May I ask what the problem with this seat is sir?" her patient tone and unwavering smile astounded me.
"There is not enough leg room, my flight socks are too tight and causing my ankles to painfully swell and cut off circulation, and before you ask why I don't simply move around I have your answers, this child" He gestured to the tiny, innocent, sleeping figure to his right, "and his obscene amount of toys are causing a hazardous obstruction and I also believe we were told to remain seated! Kangaroo Jack has been sitting behind me, kicking my seat rhythmic timing since take off and above all else I have to endure her," he poked a chubby finger in my direction, "and her loud, offensive music and aggressive attitude." I simply snorted and rolled my eyes. "If you do not find me another seat I promise you, I will be filing a formal complaint about you the moment we land."
Her smile finally faltered and I hoped, if not for him, she would take mercy on me and find him another seat. She looked at me again, evidently noticing the pleading in my eyes, she sighed,
"I'll see what I can do sir." And with that she was gone.
He addressed me pompously, a disgusted look on his face, "I hope you're happy! See the upheaval you've caused."
I merely rolled my eyes at him, noticing the sniggers from those around us. We had clearly gathered quite an audience.
The airhostess returned and we both stared at her expectantly, praying she came bearing good news. She looked at me apologetic. Shit.
"I am very sorry sir but this flight is full. There's nothing we can do."
"This is an outrage-" He began but was interrupted by a cheerful voice from behind us.
"I'll switch with him."
The three of us scanned around for the voice of our saviour.
A stunningly beautiful woman stood three rows back. She was mesmerising. Gorgeous bright blonde hair fell by her shoulders, her skin was flawless with a lightly glowing tan, her clothes hugged her in all the right places of her flawless physique and she had the most inviting blue eyes I had ever seen. I subconsciously bit my lip while analysing her head to toe before meeting her gaze. "Shit, Callie what are you doing? Why the fuck are you perving on a female! Snap out of it!"
I was drawn from my thoughts as the hefty man gathered his belongings and began vacating the area.
"Miss you already." I called to him, my voice riddled with sarcasm.
He threw me a grin saturated with distaste then made his way down the aisle. Good riddance.
The alluring blonde took her new position to my right. My palms began to sweat as I inhaled her scent, coconut. Perfection in human form. "Seriously! She's a GIRL!" I inwardly scolded myself once again.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see her cast her attention to me, she gave me a bright, dimpled smile and my heart melted a little.
"I'm Arizona," She introduced herself extending her hand to me.
"Calliope." I cringed at the mention of my full name but accepted her hand, feeling a shiver run down my spine. I'm not sure whether I was simply too in awe of this radiant individual to engage in stimulating conversation or that I was too intimidated by her beauty to form a decent sentence, but she had saved me from the oaf that was now seated a safe distance away so I figured I owed her some kind of interaction, "Thank you…. You know, for switching seats." I smiled shyly at her and her eyes lit up.
"No problem. I was happy to do it." She looked at her hands as if unsure whether to continue or not, but after a deep breath it appeared she had come to a conclusion on that tiny battle with herself, "I mean, how often does the opportunity to sit next to a beautiful woman for five hours straight present itself?" She gave me a cheeky wink, then faced forward placing her ipod in her ears and closed her eyes.