It takes me a while to follow Gemme into sleep. In the mean time, I make someone's drink fizz over and someone else's packet of peanuts move every time they went to pick them up.
Eventually, I get bored and fall asleep too.
The turbulence wakes me up a few hours later, and I look around as people grip their arm rests, their faces going pale. I'm too used to things shaking to be too bothered by it, but they all look like the world is about to end.
"huh, Luca?" Gemme mumbles, waking up, too. I look down at her, still using my lap as a pillow. I smile.
"What's up, why is everyone being so noisy?"
"Dunno. Guess they don't like turbulence." I bite back a laugh as one guy starts praying. I guess he's a first time flier. And that this turbulence is pretty bad.
"Eugh." She moans, rubbing her head as she sits up slowly.
"You alright?" I ask, turning my gaze to her, still smiling.
"Yeah, I just wish these guys would shut up. They're giving me a headache."
"Meh, it'll pass in a minute." I shrug slightly looking back at the guy who had started praying. Is it bad that I suddenly get the urge to slap some sense into him?
"Shut up!" Gemme growls suddenly, "For God's sake, it's a little bit of turbulence." She turns to the guy praying, "God will save your soul." She twists to a woman behind us, "No, you're not going to die." Then to a man to the side of her, "Your daughter will be fine." She rolls her eyes, clutching her head. "Now, shut up!" Y'know I'd always thought that telepathy would be cooler than telekinesis.
I put an arm around Gemme as the turbulence passes, glancing around as people relax. The pilot mumbles something over the intercom that I don't catch, but I see the clouds rushing up past the windows, the country spread out beneath us a few seconds later.
"Christ, people over-react," she grumbles irritably.
"Yeah," I murmur, looking out of the windows as the grey rain slaps against the windows. Promising. Real promising.
"Yay! It's so good to be home, I almost missed the rain." Gemme smiles and I can't help but feel a bit dubious. Can you blame me? I grew up in a dry, dusty shit hole that had sun. Now I'm coming to somewhere that is overwhelmingly grey and wet.
"You strange child," I laugh.
"You know it." She laughs too. "Oh, I can't wait!" I glance up as the air hostess starts wittering on about stuff that I can't be fucked to listen to.
"I don't care, just let me off the fucking plane already," I mutter under my breath, making her stupid little hat fly off.
"Now, now, calm down." She whispers, moving in to kiss me. I kiss her back smiling.
"I know, I know. But my ass hurts. I need to go run around or something." I look out of the window again as the ground rushes closer and closer towards us.
"You could have walked around the plane, or moved or something."
"Believe me, it was for the good of the people on the plane that I stayed sat down," I laugh, watching as the hostess fixes her hat back onto her hair with an embarrassed smile.
"Well, our luggage will be first off at least." I nod and smile, saying nothing more til I'm out of the plane.
"I'm cold," I grumble as the taxi drops us off... wherever. Somewhere cold and wet. I should have put my hoodie on.
"Oh, you'll love our house, it's really warm." Good. Because it's fucking freezing out here. It's march, for fuck's sake. It's supposed to be warm.
"Good," I mutter, jumping slightly as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and see Benny's number flashing on the display. "Hello?" I ask.
"Hey. Where the fuck have you been, man?" Benny asks. He don't sound too happy.
"On a plane. Why?"
"Can I talk to Gemme?" I glance at Gemme and shrug.
"It's Benny," I mutter, handing the phone over.