Special Mission

"3.. 2.. 1.." The Pilot murmured into the intercom. The sound of a throttle jerking forward snapped through my ear drums. And, without any further warning, the plane shot forward at an incredible speed. I felt my head shoot back to the back of my seat. My back and arms were flat against the back of the seat as the plane sped forward. On, on and on it went down the short runway until finally, I could feel the plane lifting up off the ground.
"My god.. I never get used to that." I slowly pulled my head off the back of the chair, then twisted my head to the side a bit. I glanced over at Amy. "You good?" I asked.

I was staring wide eyed, light a cat in the headlights. I swallowed hard, I was stiff, couldn't move. OK, I was exaggerating this, but I hated planes, simple as that! I looked at Tony. "What do you think?!" I asked almost breathless. "I don't think anyone could get used to that." I said looking around me at the other people, they all looked pretty normal. I sighed. "Or maybe they can.." I said feeling foolish. I looked at the ground and licked my lips, they felt rough against my tongue. I then sighed and leaned back staring at the ceiling.

I chuckled. "Yeah. Believe me.. they can." I answered to her comment. I leaned my head back against the back of my seat as well, letting out a shaky sigh. The plane ride wouldn't be too long.. I just couldn't wait until it was over.
"So.." I said, making an attempt to make small talk. "What made you want to be a marine?"

I laughed lightly, "My Dad always wanted a son, that would join the marines, and be a hero, and what not.. Follow in his footsteps. You can imagine his disappointment when I was born." I said biting my lip as I stared ahead. "So.. I guess I joined to make him proud of me...." I trailed off and swallowed. (sorry it's so short. D=)

I shook my head back and forth a bit as I listened to her. "That's a shame.." I stated sadly. "There just are those kinds of Dads.. who have their idea of who, and what their child is going to be before the child can even talk... It's sad, actually." I said. I certainly knew how she felt.. Would I tell her that? Not in a million years... But boy, did I feel her pity.
[Short. =P]

I shrugged. "Haven't talked to him for about a year now, seems to me that my plan didn't work." I said, my eyes getting slightly moist. I yawned. "So how long is this flight anyway?" I asked trying to get off the subject of my Dad. I plastered a small but convincing smile on my face and turned to look at him. (mines short too. D=)

I exhaled deeply, taking notice of the subject change. I knew it far too well, too.
"Can't be sure.. I'd guess about 45 minutes to an hour." I replied to her question without even bothering to return the fake smile. I stretched my arms far out in front of me, and let out a loud pleasing yawn. It felt so much later than it actually was... I couldn't wait for the day to end.
"So... I guess you've met Hank." I chortled as I looked over at Amy.

I nodded, then heard him mention Hank. "Oh..him." I said and widened my eyes, "He's pretty.. ya know.. intense.." I laughed gently and shrugged. (sorry it's really short, but I dunno what to type..!! D=)

"Yeah.." I answered with a grin. "Intense is a very good word to describe him. Also, creepy, fast-acting, annoying..." I continued on, ending with a laugh. "But.. it you ever do need a getaway option from him.. Just find me." I glanced over at her, raising my right eyebrow.

I laughed with him. "The exact description I gave him when he talked to me the first time." I said smiling. Then I nodded. "Thank you, I'll remember that." I said and felt a small blush creep into my cheeks. I then looked around, mainly glancing behind me, Hank was fast asleep with his mouth open and snoring on Heathers shoulder. Heather looked utterly disgusted. "Oh gosh you have to see this!" I said and poked Tony's shoulder then motioned behind me.

I grinned as I turned a bit to glance back behind me at a -rudely-sleeping Hank. "Ha!" I laughed in a moderately quiet voice as I looked over the two. "Lucky you," I smirked at Heather. [So. short. d:]

"Yep, she's so lucky." I said nodding and rolling my eyes playfully. "I feel sorry for her." I laughed gently. "But I'm not about to trade places with her. I like this seat thank you very much." I said matter-of-factly and laughed. I glanced over at him, then back at Hank and Heather, I playfully held up both my hands in the shape of a heart. She put on a sarcastic face. "Haha very funny!" She called. I giggled.