Long Way From Love (Mark Free fanfiction)

Chapter 38: Who knew one could hate flying so much?

He smirked at the man. We turned a corner and I shook his hand off. "Sorry." He laughed. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

We walked who know's how far until we found the right flight. Apparently the two bags we had were small enough to be carry on, which is a good thing, that means it cost less money.

It was about five A.M right now, me and Mark have been sitting down and waiting. It was obviously still dark out, so to pass the time I've been watching all the light's on the plane's go by. I was in just enough of a deep daze, watching the plane's. I didn't even notice them call us.

"Hey, Lis, we gotta get up." Mark gently shook my shoulder. I looked over at him surprised. We stood up along with other people, all of them looked tired, like they would rather not be here right now.

Slowly, but surely, we got on the plane. Their were not really many people, but again, that was a good thing, for me at least.

Me and Mark sat down in our seats. He took the window and I took the middle seat, luckily, no one took the seat next to me.

Before I knew it, the plane started to move. Out of fear, I grabbed Mark's arm, hugging it tightly. It was kind of embarrassing because I felt like a young kid who is scared out of their mind on their first amusement park ride but at the same time, I really don't care. Give me a break, I hate heights and I'm in a plane.

"You're not gonna die, quit acting like it." Mark chuckled at my fear. I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. "I could die, this thing could crash, killing you too." I pointed out. I know, I know, I sound like and idiot.

"I've been on a plane before, the likely hood of it going down is not likely." He again laughed. In a sudden movement, the plane started going up, diagonal. The engines were loud and a whole bunch of pressure was building up in my ears.

I squeezed Mark's arm even more, to the point he probably couldn't feel it. "Lis, open your eyes." He most likely yelled, but it was loud enough I couldn't hear him well. "No!" I shook my head, stubbornly.

I felt Mark's hand guide head to where I was facing him. "Come on, let me see your beautiful eyes." His sentence ended with a laugh.

With a stubborn sigh, I opened my eyes. He looked down into mine and smiled. I let a small grin take over my face, but that lasted maybe half a second. I looked out the window next to him and saw the plane level out.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as I realized how high up we were. There were so many lights under us, and clouds. Oh my god I'm going to die!

"What's wrong?" Mark asked, quieter because the engine wasn't as loud. Wait, is that normal? Why is it quieter? God, I hope that's normal.

I just shook my head. He looked at me with a reassuring smile and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

The flight took forever, about half way through it, my lower back felt like there was a rock on it. I started shifting uncomfortably in my seat, trying to make my back a little bit more comfortable. In the middle of my moving, I must of woke Mark up. He fell asleep about twenty minutes into the flight.

"Are you okay?" Mark asked/yawned. "No, the pressure is making my back cramp up. It hurts so freakin' bad." I complained.

He nodded and slid his hand behind my back, in front of the seat. Slowly, his hand went down to the spot my back hurt, he then, put pressure on it then slowly rubbed it. Surprisingly, it felt better. 

So, for then next hour of the flight. Mark rubbed my back with no complaints, unlike me, who complained about everything. 

Currently, I was trying to get the flight attendants attention so I could get some water. But she ignored me. Finally I just gave in and hit the back of my hand to the seat. "When can I get off this death trap."

Ironically, the pilot came onto the speakers saying that we would be landing in about thirty minutes.

And those thirty minutes was torcher, there was turbulence, that freaked me out. And it was odd, sense the time is three hours behind Indianan time, the farther wast we got, the darker it got.

Finally the plane started to go down to land. I could almost hear everyone's happy sighs. Yeah, so I apparently don't understand the concept of 'shut-up, it's early and we want to sleep.' Because I basically spent the whole flight talking and complaining to myself. Also, everyone on this plane probably thinks I'm insane.

In the process of about ten minutes, the plane landed and we all got off. "Mick is suppose to pick us up." Mark informed me.

He was right, when we exited, Mick was at his car with a girl in the passenger seat. "Hey." Mick waved. Mark started running over there, I followed more slowly. 

We got over there and something was off about Mick. His hair was short, it was still curly and half blond and half brown but it was shorter. He must of noticed my shocked expression. "Don't worry, I'm gonna grow it back out, just got it short to see how it looked." Mick laughed.

Me and Mark got in the back of the car after that. I noticed that the girl in the passenger seat was asleep. "Oh yeah, the sleeping girl is my girlfriend, Anne. She fell asleep because of how early it was." Mick shook his head.

Also, I realized that it was the same time here that it was when we left. Wow.

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A/N

Hey, I got it written. So whats true in this chapter is Mick having his hair cut. Obviously, he did grow it back but in early 85', he got it cut kinda short, still, he looked good. Also, for anyone who is reading this, happy Easter. I don't know if I'll get this updated again by this Sunday, which I might, but if I don't get it updated by then, happy Easter. 
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