Nolan
"This flight is TWELVE hours?!" Olivia yelled, and I rolled my eyes at how dramatic she was being.
"Will you relax?" I said to her, folding my arms across my chest.
"It's one thing to hop on a plane for an hour, maybe two- but TWELVE?!" She exclaimed, her eyes widening. "That's overkill."
"Will you stop being so dramatic?" I asked her with a bored expression. "Come on we have to load up your thousands of bags." She followed behind me reluctantly, and I shook my head in annoyance. This is exactly why I don't spend a lot of time with girls. They do way too much.
She didn't say much else as we boarded the plane, she just put in her headphones and stayed in her phone. "We're in first class and the only thing you can look at is your phone." I protested, looking out the window over her. "You millennials." I scoffed, forcing her to roll her eyes at me.
"I'm trying to distract myself that I'm going to be in the air for half a day." She smiled sarcastically. "Do you mind?" She asked.
"No. Not at all." I sighed, laying my head back in the plush seat. I closed my eyes to prepare for what I always do on long flights: sleep.
I dozed off half way through the announcements, and just put my phone on airplane mode because I already knew what to do. The only thing that woke me was someone grabbing my wrist extra tight. I jumped up, startled, but when I looked over it was only Olivia.
She had grabbed onto me, afraid of the turbulence on the plane. At first I was shocked, but then my expression softened. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was clutching onto me for dear life.
I shook my head softly, then leant in closer to her. "I thought you said you've been to Canada." I asked, poking fun at her.
"We drove." She answered me without once opening her eyes, and I smiled at her. She was just so cute and innocent. I couldn't help but to be soft on her.
"Don't worry," I said softly. "Just put on your headphones, close your eyes and we'll be there in no time." I told her, placing her headphones back over her head.
She blinked at me, still looking a little scared, but she begin to play her music none the less. I took this opportunity to lay my head back down and sleep.
I woke with a start, glancing down at my Rolex watch. I had been sleep for only five hours, and when I looked over, Olivia was still sleep along with me. Her head was rested on my shoulder, and she was no longer listening to her headphones, but reading a book.
I took the book from her sleeping hands, then pulled her blanket over her shoulders. I couldn't do much but go back to sleep; so that's exactly what I did. I would usually visit the bar, but I didn't want to risk waking Olivia back up. I thought it best that she sleep through most of the flight.
I woke once more, this time it was because of the rustle of the passengers grabbing their carry-ons and getting off the plane. Olivia was already up and I all but laughed at her, not only was she getting her bags ready, but she was getting my bags ready as well.
"I'm ready to go!" She exclaimed when she noticed me staring. "Get your things, let's go." I shook my head at her in amusement, then grabbed the two bags that I carried on.
We exited the 'Malpensa Airport', and entered the black SUV that was waiting to drive us to port. "What about our luggage?" Olivia asked me.
"Don't worry. They'll get them." I told her simply, getting into the backseat.
"I gotta say, I'm really nervous about this." Olivia said when she settled down in the car. "Being in such close proximity with people. Do you think they'll be able to tell?" She asked, looking up at me nervously.
"Just act naturally. Just the way you did the other night." I told her, placing my hands over hers reassuringly. Before I realized what was happening, we both gave each other a shock look, and I pulled away from her quickly. "Sorry." I muttered under my breath.
She didn't comment on what happened though, she just started to look out the window. Something I imagine one would do if they went to Italy for the first time. It sucks that she's going to spend the whole time on a boat though.
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