'Have faith' he says. Should I really believe it?

I quickly put on the pair of tennis shoes before the limo stops in front of the airport. I pull my hair up in a long blonde ponytail and slipped on a baseball cap, pulling my hair through it.

Now, maybe some 5-year olds won't recognize me.

I get out of the limo, quickly hiding behind it and slipping on a pair of jeans and stuffing the bottom of my dress into my jeans.

Casual tank top and jeans. I actually feel comfortable now.

Rico hands me my dark sunglasses as we are walking into the airport. As the doors are opening, I quickly slip them on and whine to Rico, "These damn glasses aren't dark enough!"

Here's where my acting comes into play.

Whenever me and Rico go into public and don't want people recognize us, we act like a newlywed married couple named Mark and Samantha.

Samantha likes to whine. A LOT.

"Sammy, you just got those glasses a week ago," Rico replied to Samantha's whining, "I understand about your eye condition, but you'll just have to wait until we get on the plane."

How can a man put up with a woman's bickering?

"Yes, Mark, and then I'll be able to sleep!" I dramatically exclaim, letting the back of my palm rest on my forehead, "How much farther, dollface?"

He'd hate if Jade Vincent called him dollface, but not Samantha Darlan.

"Not much, we're almost there," Rico kisses my cheek, and hiding my hand, I punch his side. I had told him part of the deal was not to kiss me.

Wait, but I'm being a prick! He's kissing Sam Darlan! Fuck me, huh? I'm the queen of sarcasm.

I casually brush off the kiss and say, "Thanks, darling," and smile at him. We hear a "Last call for all passengers boarding flight 371 from Los Angeles to New York City. Last call."

Shit, that's us!

"Come on, Mark, let's go," I grab Rico's arm and start running in the direction of where our plane is. I don't want to miss the plane.

I've already done it once.

"Do you want to sit together?" he asks me, puling out our 2 plane tickets and hurriedly handing me mine. I gave him a disgusted face.

Even if I'm playing Samantha, he shouldn't say that. Now Samantha's pissed.

"Fuck you!" I yell, ripping the ticket in 8 pieces and went up to the flight attendant, "Ma'am, do you have a first class seat left? My husband and I just got in a fight and I don't want to sit near him."

It's the truth. It's like he's getting flirty with me, not Sam.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't sit in first class tonight, we have very important passengers tonight and they prefer not to be determined."

Oh I can just who they are.

"Please, I'll pay anything, please!" I whip out a large wad of money, approximately $1,700 dollars, "Just please get me a first class seat."

And get me the fuck away from my pervert manager!

The woman took my money, looked it with a gleam in her eyes and replied to me, "I supposed we could seat you next to the young man by himself."

Why? Is he as miserable as I am?

"Row 18, seat B, aisle seat, have a nice trip, Mrs. Darlan," she said after I have her all of "Samantha's" information and got onto the plane, Rico quickly following suit.

Ha ha ha ha ha! I don't have to sit up with you! Fucking pussy.

I headed down the aisle towards my seat. My lonely aisle seat. I threw one of my bags on it and I laid eyes on the occupant of the window seat. Justin.

My dream come true, but also my worst nightmare. Not him, not now, and not here. next/back