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Chapter 31: I like my Garbanzo Beans. And chicken. Stupid chicken.

RIVYN'S P.O.V.

"Someone pinch my Botox cheeks!"

I crinkled my nose, and watched as Aunt Darby jumped on a large king sized bed, the creamy duvets dangling over the expensive white carpet.

"I love Mrs. Daniels! She is-Oh my flipping doodles, is that-aw hell no! It is!"

Rolling my tired eyes, I sat down my bag in the penthouse, collapsing face first into the couch. "Aunt Darby! Can you please, just get some rest? Or shut up at least?" I muffled in the pillow, knowing I would get a smacking if I said it out loud.

Four hours of transportation! Four bloody hours of getting off the plane that I stopped, waiting for it to backtrack to the beginning of the runway, and then coming back to find the seating arrangement different. That new arrangement unfortunately resulted into my face being squished between two coach potatoes (who could have been mistaken to be pregnant). My shirt now had crushed Cheeto stains all over, and I think some crumbs were still stuck in my bra.

Cringing at my hair, a piece of gum was fixed to the tip end of a strand, making me grimace.

I made a promise to myself that if I ever see a figure sprinting down a runway, I would screw that fucker and tell the captain to get the hell out of here. No way will I ever get on a plane again. Ever.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to be living here! In Canada!" squealed Aunt Darby, slapping her face. "And I don't even have to pay a single dime! It's all paid by the Daniels! Isn't this amazing?!"

Giving her thumbs up, my face remained in the sunken pillow.

A moment later, the cushion suddenly got lower, and a soothing hand caressed my shoulder. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I almost forgot about-" She sighed, and I glanced up, mustering a weak smile.

"No it's fine. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. You deserve it. Really." She nodded, and pulled me into a warm suffocating hug.

"You're so grown up now, sugar cakes. Oh, the days when you were young..." she drifted, staring past my shoulders.

"You mean the good old days? Damn, I miss them as well." Although I was talking more about my ex-relationship with Brian, I decided not to share and got up, heading into the bathroom.

Just before shutting the door, I gave Aunt Darby a reassuring smile, trying my best to hide my quivering chin. "We're all happy now. Everything will be fine. Besides, I've always wanted to go to England!"

She nodded, and blew me a kiss.

Closing myself in the room, I sucked in a sharp breath and wiped the brim of my eyes.

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A powerful scent of peach and mango found its way into my nose, and I slowly peeled open my eyes. Big brown beady balls pierced straight at me, and I screamed.

Warm laughter rang, and I rose to see Aunt Darby throwing me a slice of burned toast. "I cooked you a little something!" she proudly sang.

Hanging the bread from two fingers, I sniffed it and pushed it away. "You do know you can't really 'cook' bread, right? You toast it. Hence the word, 'toast?'"

She waved her hand, the colourful bracelets jiggling around her tiny wrists. "Whatever, smart-ass. It's only been a day since we've moved in and you've done absolutely nothing!"

"Neither have you!" I snapped, and she gave me that cautious look that said, 'Do-you-want-me-to-bring-out-the-steel-toe-bat?' Shrinking down, I laid the bread on the nightstand and hugged my pillow, rubbing my chin on the top.

"You going to get up or not?" asked Darby, fisting her hands on her hips.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Yes."

I lit up, "Really?"

"Cute how you think I was telling the truth," she smirked, and whacked me with the pillow. "Now up before I dump some cold water over you!"

Not even hesitating, I jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom to brush my teeth. "Kitchen in two minutes, you hear?" she hollered, knocking on the wall.

"Fwah!" I spat, toothpaste making me a look like Santa.

Quickly rinsing my mouth, I washed my face and came dripping to the table, my hair still wet from the violent rush of splashes I made earlier.

Aunt Darby sat with a cup of premade coffee, her tiny reading glasses propped on the tip of her nose. She mumbled in Spanish about how much junk mail there was, and other stuff that I could barely make out.

Sliding into the plastic seat, she hissed something about just moving in and getting dumped with more junk mail, which I chose to ignore. Taking a bit of a cookie that laid lonely on my place mat, a sharp object was tossed at my face, startling me.

I rubbed my nose, the envelope nearly slicing my face. "Dude! You could have given me a paper cut!" I whined, gathering a mean glare.

She snorted, and didn't bother to look up from the free coupon of McDonalds. "That's nice, sugar. You want me to try again, this time actually slicing your skin? I'll gladly sprinkle some salt over top, if you like."

Cussing under my breath, I cut it open with a butter knife that laid by her coffee, and took out a plain card, the background white with golden embroidery. I slowly undid the beautiful lace ribbon, and read it over. Twice. Three times even.

"Does it take you that long to read a letter?" sneered Aunt Darby, glancing up from her paper.

A wave of disappointment passed, and I quickly folded the invitation back into the envelope, reaching for some junk mail.

Eyes ogling at the golden ribbon that peeked from inside, she took the card and read it over. "Sniggers, why did you-"

"I don't have enough," I stated flatly, putting the fitness centre coupons to the side for Aunt Darby.

She tore off her glasses, and leaned over table. "For what? A ticket to Thailand?"

"Its way too expensive and I have to save all my money for England." I decided to tackle the newspaper but Darby slammed her hand down, stopping me from reading the Toronto Star.

"You're going," she shot, narrowing with a cold glare.

"But I don't have-" Sitting her purse on her lap, my eyes widened and I waved my hands in disagreement. "No, no, no! I'm not taking money! You actually need this!" I flagged the letter in her face, "I don't need to go!"

Taking out a few hundred dollar bills, she yanked the collar of my pyjama top and stuffed the money down my bra.

"You're taking the money, Rivyn Jay DeLor," she snapped, placing her glasses back on. Flattening her newspaper, she sat cross legged, sticking her feet up on the table. "You're going to party your ass off before England and have much fun as possible without Brian. You listening to me? This is your chance to get out, and away from your American drama! Do what normal eighteen year olds do! Drink! Celebrate your youth!"

"But-"

"Sniggers, you're getting on the plane if it's the last bloody thing I do. Your ass is going to be in Thailand tomorrow, you hear?"

Biting my tongue from stopping the widening smile, I ducked my face down and picked at the cookie. "Yes ma'm." At the corner ends of my eye, I could see Aunt Darby smiling behind the papers, making me crack one as well.

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Funny how less than twenty-four hours ago, I swore to myself that I would never take a plan ride again.

I really had to work on my promises.

After having Aunt Darby drive me pass the border to Buffalo, I was already exhausted. 

Lugging my tiny pink suitcase behind me and beat up purse, I realized I would be only staying one night at Thailand which was fine since I didn't have to go to England until this weekend.

Following into section A4, I squished myself between other travellers as they were taking the same flight as me. Shuffling like a group of northern penguins, we all finally made it into the waiting area, our plane not ready yet.

I stole a seat farthest from the desk full of flights attendants, and saw a blinking light of a ten-minute wait.

Plugging in my ear buds, I recalled the good times when I first went to American Chester High, when I banged on the lockers and spun in my furry boots. Staring down at my beat up converts and large sweats, I realized how much I have changed compared to the beginning of senior year.

Whether or not I was supposed to be happy or not, I decided to drown myself into the music instead, closing my eyes to be a part of the another world.

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BRIAN'S P.O.V.

"I'll see you in a few days!" called Chris, waving outside of my Mustang.

It took a lot of persuading, but I finally decided to let Chris borrow my car until I got back from Thailand, it being a 'thing' to cruise in an expensive car when going on a date with Charlotte.

I knew it was only because he could rip my new engine that I just bought a while ago. Being drunk when logged onto eBay at two in the morning isn't the wisest thing to do, but hey, I was rich so it didn't matter.

Carrying my old hockey bag and brown suitcase behind, I headed over to the security division and passed in a breeze. Thank god I didn't listen to Chris about sneaking booze onboard.

Before making my way into the waiting room, I checked to see if I was in the right sector. Glancing up, I sighed in relief as the bright A4 gleamed at the top. Sitting down by a couple of giggling teens, I uneasily shifted my back to them as one of the perky girls gave me a flirtatious wave.

Suddenly, my stomach did a double-take as the most pleasant smell wafted in the area. I instantly recognized the aroma, one word blinking like an alarm going off.

Rivyn.

Taking in another whiff at that gorgeous tropical yet sexy scent, my eyes travelled around the whole waiting sector. Unfortunately, about to take a second glance behind a group of tall men at the far end, a sharp noise rang through my ears, and triggered me to jump up.

The girls beside me giggled, and I quickly dusted myself off, adjusting my top. "Sorry, just making some minor microphone adjustments," apologized the attendant lady.

Rubbing the handle of my luggage, I frowned as I lost Rivyn's aroma, it suddenly disappearing. You're just kidding yourself, Brian. Rivyn's not here.

Shaking my head, I ran my hands through my blonde hair, and sucked in a deep breath.

"Can the first class seating please make their way inside the plane? First class seating's, please make your way inside the plane."

Hulling my hockey bag over my shoulder, I dragged my stuff over and went through the tunnel, greeted by the normal flight captain and attendants.

"Hello," I politely said, and the three staff returned a smile as I passed by them. Going down the walkway, I checked my ticket and found my seat to the left, closest to the aisle. Damn. I wanted the window, I frowned.

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RIVYN'S P.O.V.

I jumped as a violent high pitch nose buzzed, making me yank out my head phones. The attendant apologized, and a bunch of tall men grumbled with curses, those I was guessing weren't the friendly type of people.

I really hoped I don't have to sit with them, I thought, gathering my stuff. Learning from last times experience, I quickly used the airports bathroom instead the one inside of the plane.

I don't know about other people, but each time I watched the toilet flush in the plane, I clamped my mouth from screaming, the suction noise scaring the crap out of me. It just goes down so fast... like a hungry monster who likes to eat my shit.

Hastily making my way out of the bathroom, I realized almost everyone was gone in the waiting room, making my heart skip a beat. Panic rose and I quickly hustled down the tunnel.

My brown hair whipped my face and I impatiently spat it out, ignoring as my pants started to fall. Dammit! I must have forgotten to tie them up in the bathroom! Then the most uncomfortable feeling slipped between my butt crack. My eyebrows twisted in a weird way, and I squirmed.

Just as I entered the plane, I released my breath, and awkwardly smiled at the flight captain and attendants, making my way around them. Their eyes travelled down my pants which beautifully exposed the waist band of my lacey underwear.

Heat rising to my cheeks, I went to down the aisle and took out my plane ticket while hopefully pulling off the wedgie I sadly got during my little run. A little boy beside me widened his eyes as he saw me reach into my pants.

I quickly fixed my underwear and cleared my throat, finding myself in the first class section.

Although I wanted to hear what the little boy was saying to his mom in the other aisle, I twisted away as the mother shot me a rude glare.

"What do you think you're trying to teach my child?" she snapped.

For the love of God, I wasn't masturbating!

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to sooth the bubbling anger. Causing a scene was the last thing I wanted, this Aunt Darby's money we're talking about.

"Uh... nothing, miss. I was just fixing my underwear. You know...wedgie issues..."

She snorted and turned, facing her back to me.

Stopping at an empty seat, I smiled as it appeared to be vacant. Perhaps I was sitting here?

"Do you need help, miss?"

I spun around and shook my head, adjusting my purse as it slowly began to slide off my arm. "Oh, no. I think I'm fine."

Keeping up her plastic smile, I was surprised she was an actual person, the red lipstick a little too glossy. "All right then. We're departing in about two minutes so I suggest you get settled in quick."

"Thanks," I said and turned around shivering, the girl's plastic face creeping me out. "Seat 009..." I mumbled, trying to read this card. Some of the text in French, I squinted and realized it wasn't my seat.

Continuing to travel down the first class aisle, I stopped as I found another empty seat. Glancing up, I smiled and came across seat 009.

"Lovely!" I exclaimed, throwing my bag down on the two empty seats. A television screen was available to use and a cabinet of pillows and blankets awaited for our ten hour flight.

Did I forget to mention this was going to be a long trip?

Oh well, at least I had the luxury of first class! Now what were the odds of me picking the first class seat, when it being the only one left on the flight to Thailand? Today must be my day! Finally!

Flopping into the soft cushion, I relaxed and shut my eyes in comfort. Now this I could get used to....

"HEY!"

An arm grabbed me and a burning pain slammed onto my butt, making me yelp. Opening my eyes, I was thrown my purse and bag as the tall guy who was with me in the waiting room shot a dirty glare. I had to look up to shoot back my own nasty anger; me sprawled over the floor and him standing upright.

"You're in my seat!" he shouted, chucking his bags in the compartment above.

Scrambling myself off, I pushed him away and sat on the cushioned chair. "No it's not," I crossed my arms, flaring my nose. "It's mine! Check my ticket!"

Yanking it out of my hands, he smirked and tossed it back. "It says seat 600, idiot. You read it upside down."

My eyes widened and I reread the ticket. Seat 600. Dammit. I knew it was too good to be true. Murmuring foul names under my breath, I scowled and grabbed my stuff.

Leaving the first class aisle, I could help but look at a familiar blonde hair boy sitting just on the left, closest to the aisle. "Brian?" I whispered, touching my lips in shock.

The boy glanced up from his phone, bright freckles spotted over his face. A wave of disappointment washed over but I shook the feeling off as I continued to walk. Brian would never be on this plane. It was impossible.

Walking on for a few more minutes, I passed by couples, families, and business men as the numbers kept getting larger.

....300.....473......522.....

It seemed to be like forever until I reached the back. Then I spotted it. Seat 600. Right by the washroom. Peachy.

Sliding into aisle seat, I tried not to stare at the eerie knitting man who sat beside me. Clearing my throat, I put my purse on my lap and slipped my suitcase under the seat.

Sitting back up, a small pecking sensation itched at my foot. Squirming a bit, I relaxed a little. Probably just-

Coo! Coo!

I nearly screamed as I shot my feet up, my blood turning cold in fear.

"Sshhhhh," hushed the man beside me, giving quick side glance to the thing next to his feet.

Carefully peeking down, I bit the inside of my cheek as a chicken was plucking at the bamboo cage, its white weathers large and plump.

The man sitting next to me brought a chicken. He had a chicken. In a cage. A chicken. A big ass plumped up chicken.

What the fuck had this creepy world come to?

Unable to call for a flight attendant because we were so far down the plane, I tried to get comfortable in my hard-as-a-brick seat, grumbling as the smell of spoiled milk made me wrinkle my nose.

Just as I thought this couldn't get worse.

It did.

Chicken crap began to stink up the area and I stuffed my purse in my face from breathing in the toxic shit. Good god. What did that chicken eat?

Trying to direct my attention elsewhere, I turned to the side to hopefully block out my partner until the most nerve-wracking feeling stung the back of my head.

Slowly facing the chicken, its beady black pupil-less eyes stared at me. It was like the frick'n Mona Lisa or something! I moved to the left. It followed. I moved to the right. It followed.

Gulping, I attempted to face my back to it. However, I could literally feel its eyes burning into my skin, like I was its next victim.

Good god. I was sitting beside a lunatic and a cannibal. Can you guess which one was which?

Finally hearing the plane engine roar-literally since we were so close to the thing-I couldn't help but pray that animal wasn't going to get loose during the flight.

My head began to bob as the ride suddenly became bumpy. My jaw bounced and I winced as I bit my tongue from all the rumbling. I clutched the arm rests for dear life, and felt my body lurch back, gravity pushing down like a truck load of stone.

My ears popped and I shut my eyes. Then I began to count. Do you recall those kid shows when you were younger? When the soothing lady who used to dress like she was two used to say, 'Whenever you're mad kids, just count to ten.' In other words, she was saying, 'When you're fucking freaking out and you feel like you're going to shit yourself any second now, count to ten.'

And let me tell you.

It works.

In a matter of moments, the ride smoothed and I opened my eyes, sighing as the rumbling stopped. We were finally airborne. Plugging my nose, I popped my ears, and relaxed a little, the buzzing noise gone.

Coo!

Except the damn chicken.

Anyone got an oven?

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BRIAN'S P.O.V.

I woke up startled, my heart beat heavily thumping. Dreams and nightmares were two different things.

I had a dream. It was about Rivyn. And it was...well...

A grin widened across my face as I pictured her smooth lips crashing against mine, over and over. Touching my own, I found my mouth wet from the drool. Damn that girl got me good.

Getting up from the seat, I stretched my arms as the same six hour position made me stiff. Four more hours. I could do this.

A tingling feeling was sent between my legs, and I squirmed as I reminded myself the three bottles of Coke I drank earlier while watching Hangover Part Two. Heading to the first class bathroom, I frowned to the see the light shine underneath the door.

About to ask if they were going to hurry up, I halted as a gross smell came from toilet. My eyebrows raised and ditched the washroom and into the next aisle, brushing past the first class curtains.

I scanned the normal people sleeping, and my shoulders dropped as I remembered Rivyn's smile as she accused me of pulling an 'Edward'. Who the hell stared at people sleeping anyways? I wasn't even staring at her before.

Okay, maybe I was a little, but it was only a coincidence that she woke up after I admired her for about ten seconds. So not fair.

Making my way to the next bathroom, I came across the two-hundredth seat and found their bathroom occupied with a five person wait. Heaving a large sigh, I was ready to grab my crotch and just let it out on the floor until I spotted a bathroom sign at the back of the plane.

Going around all the people waiting in line for the other bathrooms, I approached the mid-five hundreds. Getting closer to the toilets, Rivyn's scent became powerful again, almost making me dizzy. What? Again?

Scanning the rows, I frowned to not come across the beautiful woman I loved. Ahem. I used to love. I was over her. Completely.

Suddenly, the most horrifying scent smacked my nose, destroying the attracting the aroma. Was that...chicken crap?

Hitting the last seat of the plane, I opened the bathroom door and quickly did my business. A wash of relief settled in my body as I finished up. Washing my hands, I couldn't help but jump at the sucking toilet. God that thing scared me.

Stepping out, I held my breath, and heard a soft hushed noise beside me. I spun my head to a large lump sitting in the seat, the blanket gently moving up and down. Squinting a little, I realized someone was sleeping underneath there.

Not confused, the idea was both smart and stupid.

Smart because you couldn't smell the chicken crap.

Stupid because there's a 50% chance you would die under there.

About to wake the person up, an alarming feeling of being watched crept on me. Just as my hand hovered over the strangers face, beady pupil-less eyes stared and I almost screamed.

Covered in knitting string, a man was deeply snoring as a bamboo cage sat on his lap, locking up a chicken. What the hell? How did he get that onboard?

Suddenly, my lungs began to shake, and I grasped the seat for support. I needed to breathe. Taking one last glimpse at the figure, I gazed at their beaten up converts that stuck out at the bottom of the blanket. Where had I seen those shoes?

My head feeling light, I quietly crept out of this aisle, and onto the four hundredth seat, gasping for air. Whatever. Screw the person under the blanket. They had no importance to me anyways.

Finally entering the first class sector, I slid back under the covers of my blanket into my sitting position. Sinking into the cushion, I tried to think where I saw those convert shoes, but came up with nothing.

I needed to shut my eyes.

I needed to rest.

I needed to sleep.

I needed Rivyn.

I snapped upright. "I don't need her," I hissed to myself, slapping my head. A small boy looked up from his PS3 and gave me a strange look. I weakly smiled and sunk deeper into my seat.

Tapping his mom, he yanked the headphones off her ear and whispered something. Seconds later, she shot me a nasty glare in disprovable.

I disturbingly shifted and curled into my blanket, snuggling my face along the cashmere wool. An alone guilt sat in my stomach, and I couldn't stop the uneasy squeezing in my ribs, no matter how bad I bit my lip.

I missed Rivyn.

I wanted her in my arms, passionately kissing me.

I wanted to hold her tight and never let go.

I at least wanted her on this plane.

But she wasn't.

And the damn chicken was.

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