"T-T-Tom?" I turn to Amy, confused. What's wrong with it being Tom? Has she got some kind of problem with him? I guess she spys my curious gaze by the way she fumbles to add, "I- I just didn't realise the two of you were that close. I mean are that close. Wait, I mean-"

"Alright Amy, we got it." I save her embarrassment with a light chuckle, "And if you must know, Tom happens to be my only option since Jess and Maria are too busy. Charlotte, well, she doesn't need to visit her OWN island and I obviously wasn't going to ask Helena, that's a given. So my only choice really was this guy." I waffle on with a bright tone until I am disrupted by a quiet huff beside me. I turn to see Tom with his arms crossed across his lion shirt and a pout on his lips. He's sulking.

"I'm flattered, Sammy. Truly flattered." His voice is monotone. He flicks his blue hair back and allows a small smirk to peer through. "Come on, let's go before you belittle me some more." Without a moment's notice, Tom grabs me by the cast and runs off in the direction we were originally heading. I wriggle out of his grip long enough to grab my suitcase before he clasps his hand at me again. This time around the hip.

I flinch from the unauthorised touch, but upon seeing the embarrassed blush on his cheeks, I brush it off as an innocent accident. He smiles faintly before taking my suitcase from me. When I fight to get it back he simply replies, "Your arm is in a cast. Let me take the bag- I insist." I reluctantly agree, I mean, he did insist.

"What gate again Amy- Amy?" I turn to see that she isn't behind me as I expected, and the thick crowd of people surrounding me and Tom means I can barely spot them. I know I have a height advantage, but that doesn't make a difference when you are looking for someone short. I feel a small tug on my shirt and am met with the annoyed face of my best friend. Her hand is tightly gripped around my sister's shoulder.

"Thanks for waiting for us." Her sarcastic words hiss from her gritted teeth, a threatening tone to her voice. She really must be angry Tom dragged me away. Amy sighs, wipes her face with one hand before pointing to my left. "It's this way anyway."

She thunders off in that direction with Niamh in tow, leaving me and Tom to rush behind in attempt to catch up. I find it difficult to navigate through the crowds, but by judging the reactions of the people around me, I can tell where Amy has stormed through. She seems to disturb everyone she passes with her sour attitude.

"Wonder what's wrong with her..." I nibble on my lip as I dodge yet another family of tourists. They look completely lost but we have no time to stop and help, I would lose sight of Amy altogether.

"I'm sure it's nothing too bad, let's just get on that plane, find our seats and relax. I just hope there's no loud babies on board!" Tom squeezes my hand supportively, sending a wave of shock up my arm. I can't help but smile at the feeling. It's only when we eventually burst out of the swarm of people that I get the break to correct him.

"Actually it's a private jet- no need to find our seats. They're all our seats."

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"Miss Murphy, will you be needing any refreshments?" I glance up from my book, The Faraway Tree, to be met by the dazzling white grin of the air hostess. She won't seem to leave me alone, though, I guess since we're the only passengers, that's logical. I just really want to be left in peace and don't know how to confront her on that.

"I'm fine, and for the last time, call me Sam. It's too formal when you say Miss Murphy like that." The woman's tight-lipped smile falls slightly but she manages to persevere through. Her voice is sickly sweet as she continues on...

"Everything is already free under Mr Bellandini's permission, Sam." She seems to cringe as she spits out the last word, as if it's poison on her tongue. It's just my name, geez. But she has me interested at the mention of free food...

"In that case, could I have some crisps please..." I squint to read her nametag, "....Katy."

She seems flustered as I recite her name, hand flying to cover the pin as she briefly smiles and turns away in a hurry. Who knew simply saying her name would make her leave? Lucky for me, I guess. Though it is rather strange.

"So, Sam, how long do we have left?" I swivel around to see Tom laying down on a row of chairs about two meters behind me. He has one hand resting on his chest whilst the other swings freely beneath him, grazing the floor.

"Pfft... probably four hours or something? Yeah, that sounds about right." My fingers pick nervously at the material of my sling, fraying the edges. I need to wrap up a new one as soon as we land. Yet another thing to add to my long to do list.

"Euuuurgh." He rolls over so his face is flush with the back of the chair, moaning loudly and clearly into the cushioning. I stiffle a laugh and turn back to my book. Tom falls silent to my strained ears, and it isn't until a few minutes later that I feel someone's chin rest on my shoulder.

I glance sideways to see Tom scanning my book with his eyes, brows burrowing at the strange adventures of this chapter. He seems completely fine being inches from my face. I don't know when we suddenly got so comfortable with eachother- maybe it was when he dropped everything to take me to the hospital- but I can't say I don't like it. I think the same goes for him too.

"Whatcha readin'?" He collapses beside me and attempts to grab my book, but not before I hold it out of reach. As much as I am beginning to condone Tom, he isn't at the stage where he can touch my first edition copy of my favourite book ever. No way.

"Faraway Tree. If you must know." I neatly tuck my bookmark in, shut the book and place it in my lap poignantly. I feel like a proper lady for once.

"That old stuff? But Enid Blyton is boring. Read something good, like-"

"Nu-uh. Enid is fabulous and you know it. I'm going to have to take my quality literature elsewhere if you can't see that." I comically turn my nose up with a snooty scoff and stand to leave. But not before Tom drags me down again. He has a serious tinge in his eye that basically begs me to stay. He's seriously upset. He doesn't have to say a word and I know that.

"Whatever. I must be simply more cultured than you." The smirk on my face lets him know I'm kidding, whilst I warily eye him over. Don't want to set him in the wrong direction. He cracks a small smile which I take as good enough before settling back into my book.

"HEY! YOU TWO- SHUT UP! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO CONCENTRATE UP HERE!" I peer down the aisle with anxious eyes to see Amy glaring back at us with anger. Yeah, she didn't exactly calm down like I thought she would. Her eyes are dead set on me and Tom and I feel like prey of a vulture or something. It's scary. Especially since her hair is currently running haywire.

"Sorry..." I mumble a half hearted reply and turn to Tom again, only to see he has returned to his previous seating arrangement behind me. I sigh quietly before turning back to my book. But for some reason I cannot bear to concentrate....

Book nerd problems. I sigh.

Author's note: Filler chapterrrrr! Sorry.