Vacation You Say? (private)

Chris laughed, rolling his eyes slightly at the same time. He played with his ear-lobe without thinking. “Yo, watch this.” He laughed, opening the front of his back-pack and pulling out a pen. Unscrewing the cap so just the thinner, ink tube came out; Chris winked at Isabella and put his through the whole in his ear, leaving it balancing inside the flesh tube. Chris’ friends and siblings had looked like they were going to be sick when he showed them this.

Pulling the ink part out again, he fixed the pen before putting it back in his bag, his arm going around Isabella’s back and resting on her waist, pulling her close into his side. His light brown eyes flickered around the room, watching a group of children playing tag or something; cute. He wondered if he would ever be able to have children like that, considering that Isabella had wrecked his chances. Well, he was exaggerating a bit, but it had freaking hurt! She had brought him to freaking tears! He had literally been crying!

He never wants to get on the wrong side of her again. Ever.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Chris said, breaking the silence. He pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt, revealing a nicotine patch. “See, I’m trying to stop.” He told her softly, smiling at her and leaning down the kiss her lips gently.

He pulled away quickly, his face breaking into a frown as he watched Isabella. “Are we okay? Us?” He asked, brushing stray strands of her brown hair behind her ear. He hoped they were both good. They had both made a lot of mistake in the past few weeks, and he hoped they could just…start again.

Chris looked away, leaning back in his seat and looking across the room, at a group of girls. Wow, this was boring. He didn't like to wait. His leg bounced up and down without him thinking about it; not being able to stay still for very long due to his ADHD.

He looked away from the girls after a second, down at his iPhone. Somehow, some clever people had done something to it to stop it being aboe to be tracked. Or something. He looked through his songs, making sure that he had uploaded all his favourite tracks before coming here, so he would have access to music whenever he wanted.

A woman annouced that their place was early and almost ready to board, he smiled, looking up at Isabella. Taking her hand, he asked her; "You ready for this, Beautiful?"

Chris pulled away quicker than he normally would, raising an eyebrow at Isabella. Something was up. Like, really up. “Isabella? What’s wrong?” He asked her, concern filling his voice. An announcement came for those in rows Middle class D-F to take their seats, which included them. Yet, he remained seated, wanting to know what was wrong with Isabella before they boarded.

He straightened the snap-back on his head, his light brown eyes not leaving hers. Finally – a bit slower than most maybe but hey, he wasn’t the smartest – he thought he knew what was wrong with her. He let go of her hand, wiping his palms nervously against the leg of his chinos, his smile falling.

“If you don’t wan to go, I understand. I-I mean, I have been a jerk to you. I get if…you would rather stay.” He said quietly, his lips pressing nto a thin line. He was such an idiot.

Grabbing his ruck-sack from the floor and swinging it over one shoulder, he let Isabella pull him along, smiling at the lady as they passed, murmuring a thank you. The woman blinked and looked as if she hadn’t expected a teenager his age to say this. What? It was good to have manners. It pissed him off sometimes when people realized that he did actually have manners.

Tut tut, you should never judge a book by its cover.

Chris let Isabella pull him aside when they were just about to actually get on the plane. Chris blinked, letting out a surprised and nervous chuckle. He rested both his hands on Isabella’s shoulders, leaning down so his eyes were level with hers. “Why didn’t you say? You should’ve said something.” He told her, pulling her into a hug and resting his cheek on her forehead. “What do you think is going to happen?” He was saying all this softly, not being mean or mocking at all, just concerned. “I’m going to be sitting next to you for the whole journey. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Kissing Isabella back gently, he smiled at her when she pulled away, letting her pull him onto the plane. He shuffled past a flight attendant, who was leading an elderly couple to their seats.

He found their seats, and Chris was in the middle, Isabella on the end. To Chris' left, a blonde girl about his age was sitting there. He looked away quickly, unless anyone thought that he had been checking her out. Which he had been. What? He was a teenage boy, after all. Anyway, he wouldn't even think twice of leaving Isabella again.

"It'll be fine, okay? Just...sleep. Or talk to me." Chris told her quietly, squeezing her hand and kissing her cheek, hoping she would be okay. What if she got sick? Fear makes you sick, doesn't it? Reaching into the back pocket of his chinos, he pulled out two packets of gum and his packet of ciggarettes. He threw the paclet into his bag, not wanting to look at them. He handed Isabella a chewing gum, him having one as well but a nicotine one, to help him stop smoking.

Chris laughed lightly as Isabella dropped the bottle. Groaning, his stood up, seeing that he was the only one that wasn't sitting, so everyone was staring at him. He didn't mind; most children of Aphrodite liked the attention, and Chris wasn't an exception from this.

He walked down the aisle, getting on his hands and knees and pucking up the bottle when he had got caught on a woman's handbag. "Sorry." He told her, standing up and sitting back down next to Isabella. "There you go. You owe me." He laughed, joking as he handed the bottle to Isabella, putting his arm around her shoulders, listening to Lil Wayne, but he had one of his ears un-covered to listen to Isabella.

Chris smiled lightly to himself when Isabella snuggled closer to him. He pulled her into him, half on his own seat. He pulled his seat belt on but made sure that it wasn't preventing Isabella from touching it; he didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

"I don't mind the flight. It's the jet-lag I hate. You know I'm not going to be able to get out of bed for like, two days after this, right?" He warned her, being honest. Chris had difficulty getting out of bed anyway, seeing as all he wanted to do was sleep. He always looked like he wanted to sleep as well. "I love you." He whispered into her ear, hoping to calm and comfort her futher.

Moving his lips with Isabella's, Chris was a little dissapointed when she pulled away. He looked over at the attractive blonde girl that was sitting next to him, finding her wwtching them both with distaste, expecting and not hoping for them to make out all the way.

I wish, Christopher thought.

He didn't comment when Isabella said the same thing back to him, instead he just smiled, trying to erwse any shred of doubt in his features. She wouldn't see his face anyway, seeing as her face was in his neck. "Shh, it's okay. Relax. I'm here." Chris comforted her, whispering. He rubbed her back with his hand, hoping she would feel better.

Chris unclipped his seatbelt, watching Isabella. His lips tingled when she ran her finger over him and he felt like shivering.

But then the blonde had to wreck it, and Isabella retaliated. Great. He was stuck between two girls that looked like they wanted to rip each-others hair out. At least they were both hot. Christopher was so glad that Isabella couldn't read his thoughts, or else he may be in trouble.

"Hey, attention on Romeo." Chris told Isabella with a grin, biting on Isabella's finger so she would look at him again. He didn't really want Isabella and the hot blonde girl to fight, so he tried to distract her.

Chris smiled when Isabella carressed his face, closing his eyes as she leaned forward to kiss him. He moved his lips with hers passionatly yet gently at the same time. He cupped the side of her face with his hand, his other hand resting on her thigh. It felt amazing to kiss Isabella again like this, because a few weeks ago, he didn't think he would ever again.

Pulling away from her lips, Chris trailed little kisses down her jaw the her collar bone, not going any further because they were like, on a plane. He wouldn't have pulled away unless a flight attendant had come down the ailse besides the blonde with a cart of food.

Chris raised his head, his torso still pressing against Isabella's as he reached forward and plucked two Cokes of for them both. He straightened the hat on his head, getting his breath back as he smiled down at Isabella, fiddling with the flesh tube in his ear.

Chris sighed, popping the tab of his Coke and taking a sip, raising his eyebrows at the pills. The last time he had taken pills, he had been drunk and threatening to kill himself. He didn't remember this, of course.

Chris took four minutes to read the text on the label, due to his ADHD, and unscrewed the cap, pulling out one. He took it quickly with a sip of his pop, putting the bottle back in Isabella's bag.

He clicked off his iPod, keeping his Dre beats around his neck and straightening his fitted cap. "Me too, babe. And then when we get to Cardiff, all I'll do is sleep." Chris told her with a smioe, staring off inti the distance before sleep over took him.