"That's me Mom," I turned to her.
"Be careful out there hunny," she said beginning to cry for the 100th time that day.
"Mom, I'll be fine, but stop crying or you'll make me cry," I said hugging her.
"I know, I'm sorry. But I'm gonna miss you so much," she began to cry harder.
"Okay, Mom, your gonna see me like next week so stop trippin," I said as she pulled me in for another hug.
"Okay, okay,"
"Final call for flight 528 to New York. We are now boarding final passengers,"
"Mom, I gotta go, I'll call you tonight alright?"
"Okay, don't talk to strangers! And don't walk alone at night!" she called after me.
"Okay Mom!" I said walking to the flight attendant.
"First time alone?" he asked.
"Yeah, moving cross country," I said.
"My Mom was the same way when I moved away. Guess she just couldn't stand to see her baby leave," he smiled.
It was then that I realized that he was about my age, maybe a year or two older but defiantly not over 21. He was kinda cute, brown eyes and blond hair. I smiled back and followed him down the ramp to the plane.
"There's your seat," he pointed.
I was in the window seat, third row, first class. I figured I would be on this plane for like 10 hours so I might as well be comfy, right? Anyway, I put my bag under the seat in front of me and looked out the window. It hadn't been five minutes when I felt sleep begin to take over my body. I had been up since 5 that morning so it didn't surprise me. I just closed my eyes and fell into it.
I woke up about an hour or two later and saw nothing but brown and green patches beneath the plane. Then I realized there was something unusually heavy on my shoulder. I looked down as was met with a mass of longish brown hair, blond on the tips. It was attached to a blue shirt and jeans. I looked down at his face, he looked incredibly familiar, but I couldn't place him. I looked down at his lips and saw a big wet spot on my shoulder.
"Ew, stranger, drooling on me," I said in a stage whisper.
I began to squirm beneath him, wanting him off of me, but not wanting to wake him. Finally he rolled his head to the other side and rested it on his own shoulder.
"Oh... ew... gross... ah... nasty...," I complained quietly
"Is something wrong?" the man in front of me turned around in his seat.
He was cute with dyed blond hair and great green eyes.
"Oh, it's just this guy," I said.
"Him? JC? What'd he do?" he asked.
"He drooled on me," I said pointing to the spot.
"Oh man, I'm sorry, I've been meaning to talk to that boy about his drooling habits," the man said.
"What's going on?" the man next to him asked.
"JC lost control of his drool again,"
"Aw sheesh, not again," that man turned around also.
Now this guy was hot, he had thick curly hair, both brown and blond. His eyes were a beautiful ice blue.
"Hey I'm sorry, do you have an extra shirt to change into?" he asked.
"No, all my stuff is packed away in the belly of the plane," I answered.
"Never fear, lately I've learned to come prepared," he said getting up.
He dug around in the over head compartment for a minute and pulled out a black shirt.
"Here, take this, " he hanged it to me.
"Are you sure?" I asked unfolding it.
"Yeah, keep it, I got plenty," he smiled.
The boy has the greatest smile in the world. It was a toothy grin, goofy, but at the same time irresistible
"Um, okay, thanks," I said.
I stood up and snuck past the one whom they called 'JC' and to the bathroom. The shirt was black, which would've looked good on me, had it not been like 2 sizes to big for me. I rolled it up to about mid tummy and tied a knot to hold it there. I quickly left the bathroom and walked back to my seat to find another man sitting there. He was African-American, about 6'4 or 5, and well over 200lbs. He was intimidating, but this was MY seat he looked so comfy in.
"Uh, excuse me sir, I think your in my seat," I said.
"Oh, I asked him to sit there so you wouldn't get stuck with JC again. He's guaranteed to do it again and I only have one shirt," the hot one explained.
"Oh, I'm sure he won't do it again, he looks pretty comfy with his head right where it is," I said.
Then, as if on cue, JC rolled his head over and rested it on the man's shoulder, proving me wrong.
"See, that could be your shoulder," the blond one said.
"Okay, so, genius's where am I supposed to sit then?" I asked.
"Right here," he pointed to the chair in front of him.
I looked at the seat cautiously.
"Come on, we're not gonna do anything to you, I mean look at all the witness's you would have," the blond pointed to the cabin.
"Yeah, besides we don't bite, hard," the other said wiggling his eyebrows.
I sat down and laced my legs in and out around his. Since this seat was turned the other way (I was now facing him) there was a lack of room.
"I'm sorry, I'm wearing your clothes and I don't even know your name," I said.
"I'm guessing your not a fan," the hot one said.
"A fan of what?" I asked.
"Ever heard of a little group called NSYNC?" the blond one asked.
I searched my data base, AKA brain, for a file marked NSYNC. Finally it was found and downloaded.
"Oh yeah, I've heard you guys, but I've only seen like one of your pictures, all my copies of your CD's are burned," I explained.
"Burning CD's is illegal," the blond one said.
"Oops! There goes half my CD collection," I said.
"Well, anyway, I'm Lance," the blond one leaned forward and extended his hand.
"Hi Lance,"
"And I'm Justin, you can call me J," the other said shook my hand also.
"Hi, I'm Emerald," I said.
"Would you stop hitting on her?" a man across the isle asked.
I looked at Justin with a slightly embarrassed smile.
"Would you stop trying to spread your bad mood to everyone else just because of what happened with Danielle,"
"Danielle was his girlfriend and they just broke up," Lance informed me.
I nodded in understanding.
"Go ahead Lance, I don't mind if you tell some stranger about my love life,"
"My bad man," Lance waved him off.
"I'm sorry, Chris, break up's can be painful," I said.
He didn't reply but turned back to his magazine.
"Oh he'll only answer you if you call him 'Master Chris', right Mister Dork?" Justin asked.
"Whatever Mr. Britney Spears," he mumbled.
"Man, I told you that was just publicity," Justin tossed him airplane pillow at him.
"Your so nice," I said to Justin sarcastically.
"What?"
"If he's wants to be called Master Chris, what's wrong with that? It's his right to change his name no matter how stupid you think it is," I said.
"Thank You. I like you. You, may call me Chris," he said shaking my hand.
"See where alittle niceness will get you?" I asked.
"Huh? Niceness? Your talking to the wrong person," Chris said.
"Man, shut up-,"
"Come on you guys, not in front of the lady," Lance said.
I smiled at him. I looked over to my left and saw another man sitting next to me, he was tall with a superman hat pulled over his face. You could see a brown mustache sticking out.
"And this would be?" I asked looking at him.
Then he leaned over and laid his head in my lap.
"Oh no, not again, I'm pretty sure you don't have an extra pair of pants," I said.
Justin picked up a magazine and tossed it at the man.
"Your just a big bully," I said watching it bounce off his head.
"And this would be Joey," Justin said as the man sat back up.
"What? What's going on?" he asked putting his hat on the correct way.
"Joey, this is Emerald, Emerald, this is Joey," Lance said.
"Hi Joey," I offered my hand.
"Hey, I was only kidding, I wasn't really asleep, I was just-you know," he said.
"Oh, ok, I really thought you were gonna drool in my lap dude," I laughed.
"Naw, that's JC's job," he said.
"So, what's a little girl like you doing on this plane all alone?" Lance asked.
"Well, for starters, I'm not a little girl, I'm 18 thank you very much. But uh, I'm moving out to New York with some girlfriends of mine,"
"And where are they?"
"Already out there, I'm the last one," I explained, "So what are you guys going out there for?" I asked.
"We're doing some TV shows and stuff," Joey explained.
"Wow, you guys must be big," I said.
"Well, not to be conceded or anything-," Justin began.
"Because you so don't seem that way," I chimed in.
The guys replied with 'oh's',' aw's' and 'oo's'.
"Sorry, but I had to get you for hitting poor Joey with the magazine. That was just rude," I said.
"You know, I really like her," Chris said.
I spent the rest of the flight talking to the guys. The hours passed quickly and I was amazed when they said to put every thing away for landing.
"Hey, this is your first time here, do you know how to get to where your going?" Justin asked as we waited to get off the plane.
"No, but I'm sure a cabby or someone will know how to get there," I said.
"None sense, we'll drop you off," he said.
I looked at him oddly.
"What? You don't trust me?" he asked.
"Well, on this plane I had witnesses, what have I got in your car?" I asked.
"You have no faith in me do you?" he asked.
"I don't know you," I pointed out.
"Well, on the ride you can get to know me," he said.
I raised an eyebrow and shook my head 'no'.
"Okay, I'll give you my cellphone. I swear to you it works and if anything happens just dial 9-1-1," he said hanging it to me.
"Come on, trust me," he pushed.
"Yeah, trust him. Why do we want her to trust you?" Chris asked.
I laughed.
"So she'll let us drop her off at her apartment," Lance replied.
"Ah... don't trust him, I know this man, don't do it-,"
"Shut up man," Justin said.
I laughed again.
"Alright, fine, I'll trust you guys," I said.
"Cool, now come on," he said putting his hand on my back.
We walked up the ramp way and were immediately met by screaming girls and flashing lights.
"Whoa! What's going on, it's like some big rockstars where on our flight," I commented.
"There were," Justin said.
"Who?"
"Your walking with them," Lance said.
"Oh yeah, y'all are the famous NSYNC guys, I forget," I said.
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