It had been a few hours since we took off. The plane we were in was fairly big, but had only two seats per row. We were sitting in coach (We couldn't afford anything but) and were on our way to Seattle from California (The boat that was taking us from Japan could obviously not travel on land) and unfortunately, I was sitting next to Sam. I had to, after all. Carly's brother Spencer wanted Carly to sit next to him because he had this fear of cloud goblins attacking the plane. I actually didn't mind that much, because instead of listening to Spencer's incisive rambling about cloud creatures and what not, the past two hours were pretty quiet, and I got to finish up the book I was reading. Wait. Sam, being quiet? There must be something seriously wrong. I put down my book, and I looked over to Sam who had the aisle seat. She was pressing her back down on the seat, and her hands were gripping the arm rests so that her knuckles were white. Her eyes shut tightly and she winced as the plane hit some turbulence. Is Sam… scared? No, Sam is never scared. If anything, she's in pain. But she would tell me, right? "Sam, are you okay?" I ask. She looks at me with scared eyes for a second, but they turn to anger. "Of course I am." She said sourly, and I looked back to my book. She went back to the position she was in when the plane hit more turbulence. This time, she let out a small yelp. I looked over at her, and she looked over at me. "Sam, are you scared of flying?" I asked, not believing what I was seeing. She hesitated. "No! Me, Sam Puckett? Afraid of Flying? Ha!" she said with a grin on her face. But when the plane hit another bump, she jumped. She then looked back at me, and sighed. "Okay. Maybe I am deathly afraid of flying. But everybody in my family is!" she said sourly. "It's as natural to the Puckett's as being arrested." I looked at her for a moment. "You're not gonna tell any body about this, right?" she said, taking on a pleading tone. I thought for a moment. "Fine, I won't tell. But if you get scared, just tell me, okay? I can help you." She nodded a small smile on her lips. I looked out the window, and saw some cummulo nimbus (Storm clouds. Wow, I am a nerd.) coming up on the sides of the plane. This ride was about to get bumpy, and Sam was about to get scared, and fast. He nudged Sam with his elbow, and she looked at him, and he put both his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Sam, I need you to listen to me. This ride is about to get bumpy. Very bumpy, and you will be scared. So please just listen to me." The plane lurched, and Sam jumped, but I kept her down. Her eyes widened as the plane shook with the turbulence, but I kept her from jumping. She let out a yelp. How was I going to stop her from screaming her head off? The plane lurched a lot now, and she looked like she was going to scream. So I did the only thing I could do. I kissed her. We locked lips for a few moments, Sam's eyes still wide in shock and fear. This being the second time I kissed her, her soft lips felt familiar to me. Once I felt the bumping stop, I parted. She still looked shocked. "If I didn't, you would have screamed." I said quickly. Her eyes returned to normal, and she nodded. I thought I heard someone whisper "Well its about time." Behind me, and it sounded like Spencer, but I ignored it. I went back to reading my book that was laying on my seats fold down table, and I felt someone squeeze my hand. It was Sam, and she looked less scared than before. I Squeezed back, and smiled at her. She smiled back, and we sat in silence, hand in hand, for the rest of the flight. I felt that Sam would not be as deathly afraid of flying anymore.