Santana sat down stubbornly waiting to board her flight, after meaningless hours of long lines and check-ins. A family sat next to her, they had two twins, a boy and a girl. They seemed like such a perfect family, the son sat on his mother's lap laughing as he asked her silly questions and she gave him silly answers, the daughter resisting her father's pokes but yet pulling into them whenever he stopped because she didn't want the fun to end. Santana gave out a sigh, having to force herself to look away.
Why couldn't I have a family like that?
Santana shook her head and took out her phone to listen to a playlist she created on her way to the airport. She stretched her neck, wincing at the kettle-like noise it made; she then closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft male-voice playing through her earphones.
Santana mumbled song after song, not caring if people could hear her or give her questioning looks. After a while, she looked up finally to check the time. Santana sighed, realizing it's only been two hours since she started listening to music.
"Yes?" Santana said noticing the girl in front of her was giving her a questioning look while moving her hand behind a journal, as if to draw or write something. Weird… Santana gave a scowl while the girl chuckled looking back down at her journal. Santana looked away but now couldn't help giving looks at the girl time to time.
The girl had a soft pale face and average length blonde hair. She seemed tall by the way she sat, but who could tell the actual height of person when they sat? The girl traded her journal for a book, the cover slip of the book was removed leaving it with a blue cardboard cover; Santana couldn't make out the name of it.
"Gate C06, JFK New York, opened," A male voice spoke over the loud speaker. The girl instantly got up to join the crowd that was now forming a line.
Santana got up and moved closer to the gate door, waiting for the line to get shorter. Her father always made her do this, wait for the line to get shorter before boarding for the plane. Finally, at a reasonable length, Santana got on the line. She scrunched between two people, in front of her was a smelled of moldy cheese, in back of her was a little girl who would sing along to Taylor Swift.
I should have just gotten on the line before; I doubt this guy even knows what a fucking shower is. Santana sighed shaking her head; she shuffled a little forward to make it look like she wasn't skipping two people forward, but she was.
"Ticket please," The lady said at the front when Santana finally reached the front of the line after what seemed like years. She was one of the last people to board, but hell that plane wouldn't leave without her even if it tried.
Santana smiled and gave her boarding pass to the lady, letting her rip the necessary parts and retrieving the other needed. She walked into the guiding lane that led her to the plane. Santana tripped over a small step while trying to bring her carry- on up slightly, she looked up to see if anybody noticed. Surely the flight attendant saw, trying to repress a laugh. Bitch.
"Welcome aboard," The flight attendant said with a gentle smile and nod. Santana wasn't taking the fake welcoming.
"Yeah, you too," Santana mumbled entering fully the plane.
21A, it said on Santana's boarding pass, she looked over to see which seat would be A in the lanes. Finally, some luck today. She scored a window seat, being quite proud of how her seating was handled; she trotted to the farther end of the plane looking for the number 21.
When she got to 21A she put her carry-on into the top compartments and moved into her seat, there was a man sitting at the end of her lane leaving a middle seat. Santana looked out the window holding back tears, for the first time ever she was leaving her home town, Lima. She was leaving all her friends, family, and past behind. Only to be left with the memories of the fun times she had during her years.
Fucksake, I don't do tears.
"Excuse me," Said a soft voice. Santana turned over to notice the girl passing the man to get to the middle seat. She smiled and nodded to him as he returned the same gesture.
There's only a catch, huh? Well this is great. Santana sighed looking back out the window, trying to avoid any eye contact that would turn into a conversation.
"Sorry," The girl accidentally nudged Santana's leg, giving Santana the reflex to move her body away.
"It's cool. Don't think it hurt," Santana said while giving out a long breath, still looking out the window. The girl gave out a chuckle, Santana looking over to her finally giving the girl a questioning look.
"Don't think I was," The girl played back with a challenging face that changed into a soft smiled within seconds. "So why are you heading out to the big apple?" The girl rested her head on her palm, seeming quite interested in what Santana has to say.
"Work on that attitude blondie. Trying to find a little adventure in this so called life," Santana said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, swirling her finger in the air.
"Really?" The girl said in an enthusiastic tone. "Well, I guess we both are looking for the same thing"
"I guess we are," Santana said smirking, looking back towards the window as the plane started move.
"Welcome aboard everyone, please stay seated until the seat belt light is turned off. Have a comfortable flight. Next stop, The Big Apple" The pilot said finally lifting the plane into the air.