Scars And A Daisy - Chapter Thirty Nine

Brookie and Jeremy fly out to California for the wedding!
Jeremy puts his hand on my knee, stopping me from bouncing it. "Nervous?" He asks with that knowing smirk of his.
I roll my eyes, laughing slightly. "No, not at all." I put as much sarcasm as I can into my tone and Jeremy laughs.

"Don't be. We're going to be fine."

We're sitting in the airport, we've passed by security already, waiting for our flight to be ready to board. I called Chris back on Tuesday night before going to bed and figured out all the details of our flight. We decided to head out on Thursday, which would give us the day to fly out and then a day to settle in before the wedding on Saturday. My phone starts ringing, an unknown number, and as I'm about to accept it, our flight is called. Jeremy stands up and I switch my phone to silent, shoving it in my pocket. If it's important they'll call back. "Ready to go?" Jeremy asks, grabbing both my suitcase and his. I pick up my carry-on and nod my head, too nervous to talk. He leads the way and after handing our tickets to the attendants, we finally walk down the long hallway towards the airplane. Jeremy keeps glancing back at me, giving me reassuring smiles but my stomach refuses to settle down. We step onto the plane and he leads us to our seats, giving me the window seat. It's not until the safety instructions have been read out to us that my stomach begins to unknot. Jeremy holds my hand, his thumb rubbing my skin soothingly.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and I shrug.

The captain comes over the speakers and I'm too worried to pay attention. We take off and through the window, I watch the ground shrink beneath us. A small smile creeps onto my face. "Okay, this is kind of cool." I admit, leaning forward in my seat to get a better look at the ground through the clouds.

Jeremy nods, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. "It is, isn't it?"
"How many times have you flown before?"
He shrugs. "Never, actually."
I spin around to look at him. "What?"
He opens his eyes. "What?"
"You haven't flown before? But you're so relaxed about it and you know what you're doing and you're so confident about it..." I trail off, feeling slightly confused and Jeremy laughs.

"It's not complicated, Brookie. It's flying. You follow the signs and directions and you can't go wrong."
I bite on my bottom lip, trying to figure out why I assumed he'd flown before. "I will never understand how you have so much confidence in things you've never done."
He shrugs. "Marlie tells me I was born with it." He pushes the armrest up and slings his arm around me, nestling me into his side. "Now relax and enjoy the flight." I chuckle quietly and lay my head on his shoulder, letting the sound of his breathing lull me to sleep.

Jeremy wakes me up to tell me we're landing in Detroit, for our two hour layover. As we get off the plane, shrugging our carry-ons over our shoulders, he pulls me towards the food court. "Let's get something to eat. I'm starving."
"Burger King?" He asks, gesturing to the sign.
I wrinkle my nose up and turn towards another one. "Chick-fil-a sounds better." I tell him, hoping he'll agree.

He shakes his head. "I want a whopper."
"Ew. I want chicken." I say. "And iced tea."
He frowns slightly. "But whoppers... And root-beer..." Like the two words will really persuade me to order from Burger King.

I sigh and shake my head and then laugh. "Then go get your whopper. I'm gonna get my chicken and iced tea and we can just meet back here and eat together and it'll be just like we both ordered from the same place."

"Good idea." He says with a grin and after kissing me quickly, he lopes off towards the long Burger King line. I smile after him for a second, watching the bounce in his step and enjoying how happy and free he seems right now.

When he comes back, meeting me at a small table off centered in the crowded place, he's carrying his tray of two whoppers, fries, and a milkshake. I look down at my chicken wrap and iced tea and chuckle. "What's funny?" Jeremy asks, mid-bite.

"Chew with your mouth closed." I say with another laugh and he sighs and rolls his eyes but shuts his mouth. "And I was laughing because your tray makes it look like you've been starving."
He glances down at his food and then back up at me like I'm crazy. "Is that a fat joke?"

I roll my eyes, purposefully glancing down at his flat stomach. His eyes follow my gaze and he rubs his stomach with a smirk.
"You're skinny as a rail." I tease him, biting into my wrap.

By the time I finish my wrap, he's eaten all his first burger and half of his second. I don't know where he puts it all. "How much longer until our next flight?" I ask, looking at the time on my phone and trying to calculate the time.

With a quick glance at his own phone, Jeremy has the answer. "About seventeen minutes."

We find a couple of fairly comfortable seats and fall down into them to wait the remainder of the time. I lean my head on Jeremy's shoulder and scroll through my phone, settling on a game of Temple Run to occupy me for the time being. Jeremy spends his time tapping on the screen of my phone to mess me up. "No, don't do that!" I pout at him when he messes me up from getting past my current high score. "You are so going to regret that." I grumble just as our flight is called for boarding. First Class goes in first so we still have a few minutes left. I shove my phone in my pocket and Jeremy takes my hand when we stand up to go board the plane.

"Not as nervous this time?" He asks when we find our seats.
I shrug. "No, not as nervous. It's still a little scary though. I'm more excited than nervous now. I can't wait to see Chris."
"He's picking us up when we get there, right?"

I nod. "Yeah, he said he'll be there. He's going to bring us to the hotel we're staying at because their apartment is really small, and after we get settled he wants us to all go to dinner."

"Sounds like a good plan. I'm hungry again."
I can't help but stare at him, incredulously. "Seriously? Jer, we just ate like twenty minutes ago."
He scoffs, "Yeah, twenty minutes ago. That's almost a half an hour. Do you know how long half an hour is?"
I roll my eyes. "Thirty minutes. Of course, I know how long that is."

He chuckles and shakes his head a little. "Well, yeah, it is thirty minutes. But I was going to say that half an hour is long enough for a person to get hungry again. Besides, by the time we get there it'll be a few more hours added on, plus the time we'll take checking into the hotel. Total it all up and it could be about four or five hours before I get to eat real food again. I'm a growing man. I need my food."

I laugh once, it's more of a snort and I ignore the look I get from Jeremy. "Growing man? You sure about that?"
"Well I'm not a growing woman and I'm very sure of that."
I chuckle and swat his arm lightly. "I meant that you're more of a boy than a man."
"I know what you meant. I was just showing you how easily your words can be misinterpreted."

I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat, clipping my seat belt together when the light blinks on. "You're a pain in my neck, Jeremy." I tell him, with a teasing smile and he grins back at me.
"Oh am I?"
"Yeah, you are." I say, nodding at him with the most unimpressed face I can pull without smiling. "You really are."

His grin grows slightly and I try not to smile back. Jeremy leans forward and plants his lips on my cheek. "Still a pain?" He asks, pulling back enough to look at me. I nod, not trusting myself to talk without laughing as he kisses my nose, then my other cheek and my forehead.
Finally, I say, "You know, I called you a pain in the neck and you've kissed pretty much everything other part of my face and head other than my neck. You really fail at this." I tell him, managing to hold a straight face.

"Oh, how could I be so stupid?" He says, holding back his own smile this time. He leans towards me and then his lips press against part of my neck. He blows a breath of air quickly and an obnoxious squealing sound makes the people nearest us in the plane glare at us both. I can't see my face, but I can feel that I must be bright red and Jeremy can't contain his laughter.

"I was right." I say, still blushing beet red. "You really are a pain in my neck. And you're so not growing man. Definitely a little boy." He just keeps giggling and I sigh. "A very immature little boy."

Jeremy continues laughing so loudly that we get a couple of more glares from the surrounding people before he manages to calm himself down. "I'm sorry, your face, it was priceless."
"Jeremy if it wouldn't end up killing us all, I'd open the window and push you out right now. You're so embarrassing." I bury my face in my hands and groan quietly, letting him know that I'm frustrated with him.

"Aw, come on, Brookie. You know it was funny."
I sigh and laugh slightly, shaking my head. "No, it was awful." A quick peek through my hands shows me that he's grinning wildly.
"You're laughing! It was funny and you know it, and you're laughing about it."

I cover my mouth to hide my smile and shake my head again. "No, not it's not funny. You're embarrassing and loud and..." I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the faces he makes as he silently mouths my words the second I say them. "And I'm so mad at you right now for trying to make me laugh. You jerk face."
He sticks his tongue out at me and turns to face front. "So rude." He mutters, faking his own annoyance. "You're so mean to me, Brookie. I can't even look at you right now."
I scoff quietly and turn to stare at him. "I'm the rude one? You embarrass me on a plane where I can't just leave you and hide somewhere, and I'm the rude one? Your logic makes no sense."

He looks at me and he's pouting. "You called me a jerk face."
"You were being a jerk face. Sort of."
"Then you should have said I was sort of a jerk face." He tells me and I can't help but laugh quietly at his words and the pout on his face.
"Alright, I'm sorry for saying you're a jerk face. You're only sort of a jerk face."
He grins, the pout completely wiped off his face. "Much better. Thank you. And apology accepted."
I roll my eyes, laughing. "You are so lucky I love you, Jeremy."
He just smiles at me and kisses my cheek. "I know I am. And I love you too."


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Published: 10/27/2014
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