Blake and Rachel have finished University, and all they're concerned about now is spending their summer in Italy.
"What if our luggage gets lost?" Rachel worried, twisting her fingers next to me as we waited for the security gates.
"What if the alarm goes off and they think you're a terrorist?" I teased as we edged forward in the queue. She shot me a 'shut up' look and I laughed. "What? He's kind of cute." I pointed to one of the guards. "Bet you wouldn't mind if he frisked you." I finished, winking.
Rachel gave me a quick shove and a reluctant smile. We moved forward another couple of steps and it was Rachel's turn to go through the archway. No alarms went off and she visibly relaxed, taking her bag from the side and standing aside to wait for me.
I grinned, marching through and hearing a beep.
"Miss, are you wearing any metal?" The man asked, looking at me suspiciously.
"Oops, forgot about this." I grinned, taking the nose stud out and walking back through to repeat the process. No beep. I collected my stud and my bag and headed to Rachel. "All clear!"
"You did that on purpose didn't you?" She glared jokingly.
"What? Me, never!" I cried dramatically, pressing my fist to my chest. "Although I wouldn't have minded Mr. Security over there coming over to sort me out."
"You're always thinking about sex."
"Not always. I've been thinking about our holiday a lot."
"The place that, and I quote, 'has loads of fit italians'?"
"Yup, that's the one!" I grinned.
We headed in to the plane and jumped in to our seats. I could feel the excitement bubbling up. No more essays, no more exams... just me and Rachel, off to Italy. I'd been waiting for this for almost a year.
"I'm so excited!" Rachel muttered next to me as we watched other passengers arriving.
"Me too." I grinned. "I've got my camera, my notebooks, my money... and I'm ready to go!"
"Did I pack my?-"
"Whatever it is, you've got it. Chill. We're going to Italy, land of sun and food and-"
"Now who's going on about sex?"
"You have to admit you were going to say it."
"No..." I lied. "I was definitely not thinking about sex."
"Liar." She laughed.
The pilot came on the speaker and began talking about safety and when we would be leaving. Rachel settled down, now calm, but my stomach began to twitch.
"Rachel... I'm nervous."
"It'll be fine."
"Never flown remember? Terrified of heights and falling..."
"It's not that bad. Pretty cool actually. You can see all the clouds..."
"... I think I'll just sleep. Or get wasted."
"You don't drink..."
"... You know what I mean."
I settled down in my seat and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Ten minutes and we would be in the air. My first plane journey.
Ten minutes flew by, and I felt the plane move.
"Oh my god... Rachel, we're moving!" I cried, gripping her arm.
"Ow! Blake, you nutter, get off! We're just going up the runway."
I folded my arms and took deep, calming breaths. I was fine, not going to die, not going to die....
"I think I want to get off." I muttered.
"We're in the air moron." I opened my eyes and stared out the window. Hadn't even felt the plane go up. Well, so much for worry. "Stupid." Rachel shook her head grinning.