Jetta's POV
Ok, oh my God, last-minute packing is a pain in the ass. So I packed the important stuff like clothing and shoes. I am just taking one bag with me. I can buy the rest there. I hate having too many bags. Firstly it kind of looks embarrassing, and it's hectic, so I don't do that.
I pick up my hand-carry by the handle. I love it because it's very comfy; the handle is coated in fur, so it doesn't sting my hand. I take the elevator and head down to my car. I'm thinking of changing my car it's a year old now, but I don't have to think about that.
Right now, I am driving to the airport and can't wait to get there. I was not too fond of the idea at first, but in a day, I've come to like the idea; maybe if I go on this vacation, it'll be fun for me. I've been locked in my apartment for a long time.
That reminds me, I haven't talked to my mom in a while. It's always me who calls her anyway. If it were up to my parents, they wouldn't call me for years, and I'm their only child. Oh, I have heard things parents do for their kids and if it's an only child. They treat that kid like royalty.
So anyhow, I call her, and she picks up straight away. "Long time, honey. I was worried about you."
Even I could notice the venom in my voice. "You could've called yourself mum."
"Oh, honey, you know I'm occupied. I've got work and then a date tonight with your dad." If you can take out time for dad, why not me?
"Mom, I'm your daughter! Can't you ever take time out for me?" I shout at my phone.
There was a sigh. "Not this again. Regardless I just transferred a good amount to your account. If you need more, I'm a call away. Bye love"
That's. It.
This constantly happens. I call her, and as quickly as I ever speak about troubles, she leaves. Here's the money, as if money solves everything.
A few hours go by, and I've arrived at the airport. I was so furious and sobbing the entire way that I overlooked the time.
Time goes by quickly when you cry—valid fact.
I get out of my car, and oh, my back throbs from sitting in one position for hours; yes, my house is far from the airport. I stretch and feel refreshed now. I pull out my bag, and as for my car, I'll call someone to take it back to my house. Paying for parking is horrendous.
Oh, I walk into the airport and check in—the same procedure.
Check-ins, but if you're a POC, then double check-ins.
Security check
Boarding lounge
Flight
Everything's done, and I'm sitting in the lounge. I look around, and I'm already in love with eight men here. I mean, an airport is a place to find any nationality. The point is I'm in love with an Asian man.
Getting up, I grabbed myself a double-double from Tims, and as known, it's incredible. Every second feels like a minute, and every minute is like an hour. I don't know why my life is so slow. Others have a perfect one, and they're so happy, then there's me, just depressed and lonely. I'm reminded by every second that life sucks.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a guy wearing a hat; all I saw were those cheekbones. Those pointy cheekbones. I only know one guy with those and Rafa... No way it's not possible; he said he wasn't going to come, and for sure, he isn't going to.
You know it could be my bartender friend Simon. Oh, he's so hot; if only he weren't gay. He's not going anywhere on a trip, so that's a big no. And then there's Georgio, and now he's giving me his ticket, so that's a no.
I swear, if it's Rafael, I'm jumping off the plane and taking him with me. He's the only one who can wear a hat with a sticker of Will Smith punching Chris Rock.
"Hi, is someone sitting here?"
"Yeah, no, there is-" Oh my god, it's Andrew Garfield.
I don't know how to speak anymore. I've lost my voice and my head. I'm so starstruck right now and can't think of anyone or see anything but him. I realized that he was wearing that hat. Oh, now it makes sense; thank God it's not Rafael, but it's Andrew Garfield. You know I can totally see him wearing that hat.
"Sorry, is someone sitting here?" He repeated, realizing I hadn't replied.
Slamming my hand on the seat next to me, I screamed in his face out of nervousness, "Yes, you can!"
He jumped a step back, outtaken by it. "Oh my, do you mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all," my voice screeched and sounded as if a car had just come to a halt abruptly.
Taking a seat by me, he chortled. "So, what's your name? Let's kill some awkwardness."
"I'm your biggest fan. I've watched The Amazing Spiderman a gazillion times. I appreciate everything you do for the world, and I-"
"And I appreciate that. So what's your name?"
"I'm sorry, I can't reckon you're talking to me. I never thought in a million years that you'd talk to me. Why are you even here?" Still starstruck, I can't acknowledge what's happening.
"Well, we are going in first class so I'm sure you can meet a celebrity there. I'm going to Switzerland. So back to what I asked. What's your name?" He stares at me shockingly but more in a witty way. As if he can't comprehend what's going on in my head.
Bringing my hand forward, I point to Andrew's face. "Can I pinch you, please, just to make sure you're real"
"How about I touch your face instead" He questions back.
"Yes" My face went red, and I embarrassed myself yet again
"Ok then" He threw his head back and laughed.
Andrew poked my cheek, and I started crying right away. Ok, is there anything more I can do to embarrass myself? By this point, I should jump off the plane.
Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89D to Switzerland. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately five minutes time. Thank you.
The announcement faded away in the back, and I finally answered his question, "My name is Jetta Rachel Paige."
It was my time to actually be shocked now seeing the look on Andrew's face. "You are The Jetta Paige?" I nodded, and he continued, "I've heard a lot about you from Rafael."
"The Rafael Dawson? Hopefully, good things and...How do you know him?" I had so many questions to ask, but we ran out of time.
Andrew answered, still shocked. "Yes, Rafael Dawson and oh yeah, many. We went to the same high school, and our parents were best friends. In short, we know each other and are very close" Oh shit.
With a low voice, I asked, afraid of offending him, "I wonder if you're being sarcastic or you've mistaken me for another Jetta. Rafael and I loathe each other. So hearing good things about me from him. That's the most unbelievable of unbelievable" A big part of me was dying that he knew of me if he did.
"Oh no, my sincere apologies if I gave that impression of sarcasm. Rafi talks good about you" He talked with sincerity, and I knew he spoke the truth.
Nodding, I returned to my phone as I had nothing to say in reply. Rafael was lying to Andrew, who would want to give a bad impression of themself to an outstanding actor.
Andrew got up from the seat and forwarded his hand, revealing me his most stunning smile. "It was nice meeting you. You are as beautiful and friendly as Rafael mentioned. Have a nice flight, and I hope we can meet again."
Shaking his hand, my mouth fell open, surprised at what had happened. "Yes, Andrew, you as well. Have a good one,"
I facepalmed in my mind. He gave such a beautiful farewell, and here this is all I said? What's wrong with me? Now all is just setting in; Andrew Garfield talked to me. My mind was not in my senses as I walked to my group, and the attendant checked my boarding pass. I walked through the hallway that took me to my plane, and then an air hostess welcomed me and took me to my designated seat.
It was a couple's suite.
The voice of my enemy behind me "Well, hello, sweetheart."
Screaming, I smacked him, "You bastard!"