Just His Best Friend

Chapter 2 : Leave it to Ed

My direct flight from London was leaving in about an hour and I had major time to kill. I had already checked my bags and was now waiting in the terminal for the plane to arrive.

My heart wanted me to go back and hug my father but another side of me wanted to just forget about it.

I leaned my head back on the uncomfortable airport seat and took a deep breath. My eyes fluttered shut and my mind wandered away. I wanted to talk to Ed, he always knew how to make me smile or cheer me up. I scrolled around on my phone, a guilt gift from my dad, and connected to the WiFi, sifting through my many apps and found the Skype app again.

After letting it ring for a while, Ed familiar voice answered.

"I know you're in Australia and all, but it's 4AM here Pumpkin." Ed whispered.

"I'm so sorry Edmund." I replied sarcastically.

"What's wrong C? Everything alright?"

"I.. I just don't know if coming to England is the best idea. Y'know?"

I heard Ed take a deep breath. "Charlie, I know that life's been tough but you can have a new start in London, a new start for the better. I promise. Your bags are all packed, you're in the airports and your two best friends are here waiting for you to arrive. Why would you let that all go and continue living in an alternate universe. I mean face it, even the toilets are weird in Australia-"

I giggled and crossed my legs on the seat, watching plane after plane touch down.

"You see? Everything is gonna be fine little ladybug. I've gotta go now, better rest up before we spend all night talking." I could hear the smile in his voice and I nodded, and then realized he couldn't see me and replied with a short 'yeah'.

"Goodnight sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow at 7. Harold is going to pick you up with his band mate and then they'll take you to the club I'm gigging at, so wear something nice for me."

I uttered a quick goodbye and then glanced down at my clothes. Could something nice consist of Uggs, sweats and a old Nirvana band tee? I would have to make an outfit change.

It would have to do.

I made a mental note to make up my horrible appearance at this gig by taking both boys out to some sort of cheap cafe in London.

Me being the only one who didn't have a solid income in the millions was sometimes very inconvenient.

After what felt like 5 hours the overly-hyper flight attendant announced that Flight 527 would now be boarding first class passengers. I stood up, stretching my already cramped legs and rolling my hips.

I knew from prior investigation that I had a window seat, which was one good aspect of my long flight. I stood in the line of non-first class go-ers and picked my way to the front when they're tickets had been taken.

When the lady saw me she smiled, her little rectangular white teeth gleaming.

"Have a nice trip sweet pea." She chirped in a out of place Southern American accent. I rolled my eyes as I walked down the hallway and into the metal tube I'd be sitting in for then next 7 hours and 50 minutes.

The actual time seemed like a death sentance.

The more I walked down the cramped isle of seats, the more I wished I could sleep through this whole ordeal.