Why did he want to call 'truce' so willingly?
My hands started rubbing the lotion into my neck again, preventing them from trembling as I am still in shock that we called a truce.
I'm actually letting him see the real me. What a change, huh?
But for some reason, I feel like I'm going to fuck it up like everything else currently. I always manage to fuck things up when they're going my way.
But not this time. I won't let it get the best of me. Literally.
"So, are we actually getting along now?" I asked him, finishing the lotion rubbing and pulled my hair down, running my fingers through it.
How you feel bout that, Glenn?
"We called a truce, that means we're not like, pissed off at each other," Justin told me, giving me a serious look with his eyes, "I never said anything about being friends, let alone getting along."
Oh come on! I spent forever trying to call a fucking truce with you!
"Oy," I sighed frustrated, flopping myself back on the seat and puling out my CD player, "You're really stubborn, you know?"
Not saying that I don't like it.
"Whatever," he replied to me, diverting his eyes to the window, staring at the dark clouds as I slipped my headphones on and heard their smooth voices spill out the words, 'if I wasn't a celebrity, would you be so nice to me?'
Yeah, I'd still be nice to you. I should be directing that question to Justin here.
"Hey Justin," I turned to him staring out of the window and said, "If I weren't an actress, would you hate me? Or would you even know I exist?"
Did I just say that out loud? Oh shit!
He turned to me, his blue sapphire eyes boring into mine and replied, "I probably wouldn't think of you any differently than I do now, which is that you're a nice girl with a bad bitchy streak."
That's what my mom said about me before she stopped talking to me. I love you mom. You too, Justin.
I'm just wishing they could both see the side of me that I really am. Justin would probably be friends with me right about now.
Then it registered: Did he just call me 'NICE'?
"Do you really think I'm nice?" I asked him, feeling the plane suddenly jolt to the left, knocking my CD player on the floor and making it stop playing.
Piece of shit. They said the fuckin' thing was shockproof!
I reach down to pick it up and change the track to "Tell Me, Tell Me…Baby" and the plane rocked again, this time me keeping a hold of my stupid CD player.
Then, the plane went black.
"Aaaah!" I screamed, leaping practically off my seat and grabbing Justin's arm, scared for my life at this moment.
Are we going to crash?
"Sorry, just a slight power outage for a few minutes, folks, because of the turbulents. Please buckle your seat belts and we will get the lights up as soon as possible," I heard the stewardess say.
Wait, isn't it flight attendant now? Oh fuck it.
Suddenly, the plane violently bumped to the left again while I was buckling my seat belt. I flopped to the left and so did Justin. He tried to stop himself with his hands but they landed in the wrong place.
On my breasts.