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“I can’t do this,” Brendon said, trembling, as he watched the little animated plane on the screen approach the Gulf.
“You can do it, Brendon,” Margot assured, patting his shoulder. “Just don’t think about it.”
“How can I not think about it when it’s on the screen in front of me?” Brendon’s gaze was transfixed on the tiny television, as though his whole life depended on what direction the little cartoon took. Margot reached over and hit the power button on hers and Brendon’s, turning both black, the animation gone.
“There; problem solved. Now, calm down.” Margot told him firmly. She grabbed his hand just as it reached out to turn his screen back on.
“I have to know if the plane is going down,” Brendon said, resisting Margot’s grip.
“Brendon,” she said, not letting up. “If the plane is going down, trust me: you’ll know.”
Brendon nodded and sat back, trying desperately to relax. He still stared at the screen, though, as though he could still see the plane flying over the terrifying water. Margot noticed his hand shaking violently.
“Attention, flyers,” came a voice on the loudspeaker. “This is your captain speaking. There seems to be a bit of rough weather in Dallas, so we’re gonna circle over the Gulf for a while until it clears up. We apologize for the delay, and any inconvenience.”
Margot felt Brendon tense up next to her, and he may have even stopped breathing. Margot sighed and plunged her hand into her purse, feeling around for her last resort. “Take these,” she said, handing over two small, green capsules.
“What are they?” Brendon asked, continuing to stare straight ahead.
“They’re sleeping pills. Take two; you’ll be knocked out. Trying to calm you down verbally wasn’t working, and this is Plan B.” Brendon grabbed them, tossing both into his mouth and swallowing, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, trying desperately to fall asleep.
“What do you do if this doesn’t work?” he asked, taking deep, calming breaths.
“Offer you sexual favors in exchange for a peaceful plane ride.” Margot smirked over at Brendon, whose eyes snapped open.
“Really?”
“Of course not.” Brendon nodded and closed his eyes once more, leaning back and continuing to breathe deeply. Within minutes, he was asleep, as Margot had known he would be. Whenever she was stressed, or had a lot on her mind, those sedatives helped her sleep.
With her companion incapacitated, Margot leaned across his lap to glance out the window. They were so high up that a layer of cloud obscured Margot’s vision of anything on the ground below. She sat back, sighing and looking around. Eventually, she pulled out her book of plays and began reading, finishing A Doll’s House and moving on to Ghosts. She was half-way done with that when the captain came on once more, this time informing everyone to fasten their seatbelts, as they were preparing for landing.
“Brendon,” Margot said, shaking the shoulder of the man beside her. “Wake up. We’re not over the water, anymore. We’re about to land.” He opened one bleary eye, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. His glasses had pressed into his face where he had been leaning against the seat, and there was a large red imprint on Brendon’s temple and cheek. Margot smirked, shaking her head. Despite herself, her first thought was ‘aww…’
“What?” Brendon asked as Margot grinned. He rubbed his cheek absently. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No,” Margot said, trying not to laugh. “You’re fine. Come on, let’s get off before they leave us behind.”
They grabbed what little they had carried on (Margot’s purse and a jacket that Brendon hadn’t even worn), and deplaned. It didn’t take Brendon long to make Margot wish she had let him continue sleeping on the plane.
“Hey, Margot. Let me see your belly-button ring, again.”
“No, Brendon. You saw it, already. Leave me alone.”
“C’mon, just one more time. It’s sexy. I can just barely see it through your folds.”
“Fuck you, Brendon. Why do I do nice things for you, again?”
“Maybe you’re a masochist. You enjoy torturing yourself. And I’m happy to help.”
“I know that all too well, Brendon.”
Once they were in the terminal, Margot called her mother and explained the situation to her. She informed her that they would be arriving at Las Vegas airport later that evening, and asked if she’d be able to pick them up. Mrs. Miner agreed, and the mother and daughter hung up.
No sooner had she gotten off the phone that it began ringing again. Margot sighed and answered, knowing who it was without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” Margot bit her bottom lip; she had forgotten to call Spencer in all the commotion that had been taking place the last few hours.
“Margot,” Spencer said, sounding irritated. She shot a worried glance Brendon’s way, before turning her back to him and continuing in a quieter voice.
“Hi, honey…” It sounded incredibly fake, even to Margot.
“Where are you? I tried to call you, but your phone just kept sending me straight to voicemail.”
“Well--”
“Did Brendon do something to your phone, again?”
“No, see--”
“Have you been behaving?”
“Yes, but--”
“So, why haven’t you called? I mean, I did tell you to keep in touch while you’re gone, so I can make sure you’re not doing anything--”
“Spencer,” Margot cut in, beginning to get frustrated. “Listen to me for a minute, okay? The reason I wasn’t answering was because we were on a plane. We got turned around and our only option was to fly.”
“Oh, that’s cool. It’s also cool that you just…decided you weren’t going to call me. What if something happened, Margot? What if your plane had crashed and I had no idea?” Margot took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I’m sorry--”
“Sorry doesn’t undo stupid things, now does it?”
Suddenly, the phone was snatched out of Margot’s grip, and she gasped, turning to face Brendon, who was now talking to Spencer. She had forgotten he was even there.
“Hey, Spencer, lay the fuck off, alright? I swear, say one more fucking thing to her, and I’m smashing the phone again, and you can have fun trying to get in touch with your captive then, huh?”
“Fuck you, Urie,” Margot heard from the other end of the line. “I don’t need relationship advice from the king of one-night-stands, alright? Mind your own damn business. How I handle my woman is none of your concern.”
Brendon stared at the phone in shock, disbelieving every word that had just left the other man’s mouth. No matter how many times he heard shit like this from Margot’s boyfriend, he continued to be amazed at what he actually deemed appropriate to say. After a moment of speechless silence, he snapped the phone shut, handing it to Margot and shaking his head.
“I really wish you could see what you’re doing to yourself, Margot.”
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“You can do it, Brendon,” Margot assured, patting his shoulder. “Just don’t think about it.”
“How can I not think about it when it’s on the screen in front of me?” Brendon’s gaze was transfixed on the tiny television, as though his whole life depended on what direction the little cartoon took. Margot reached over and hit the power button on hers and Brendon’s, turning both black, the animation gone.
“There; problem solved. Now, calm down.” Margot told him firmly. She grabbed his hand just as it reached out to turn his screen back on.
“I have to know if the plane is going down,” Brendon said, resisting Margot’s grip.
“Brendon,” she said, not letting up. “If the plane is going down, trust me: you’ll know.”
Brendon nodded and sat back, trying desperately to relax. He still stared at the screen, though, as though he could still see the plane flying over the terrifying water. Margot noticed his hand shaking violently.
“Attention, flyers,” came a voice on the loudspeaker. “This is your captain speaking. There seems to be a bit of rough weather in Dallas, so we’re gonna circle over the Gulf for a while until it clears up. We apologize for the delay, and any inconvenience.”
Margot felt Brendon tense up next to her, and he may have even stopped breathing. Margot sighed and plunged her hand into her purse, feeling around for her last resort. “Take these,” she said, handing over two small, green capsules.
“What are they?” Brendon asked, continuing to stare straight ahead.
“They’re sleeping pills. Take two; you’ll be knocked out. Trying to calm you down verbally wasn’t working, and this is Plan B.” Brendon grabbed them, tossing both into his mouth and swallowing, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, trying desperately to fall asleep.
“What do you do if this doesn’t work?” he asked, taking deep, calming breaths.
“Offer you sexual favors in exchange for a peaceful plane ride.” Margot smirked over at Brendon, whose eyes snapped open.
“Really?”
“Of course not.” Brendon nodded and closed his eyes once more, leaning back and continuing to breathe deeply. Within minutes, he was asleep, as Margot had known he would be. Whenever she was stressed, or had a lot on her mind, those sedatives helped her sleep.
With her companion incapacitated, Margot leaned across his lap to glance out the window. They were so high up that a layer of cloud obscured Margot’s vision of anything on the ground below. She sat back, sighing and looking around. Eventually, she pulled out her book of plays and began reading, finishing A Doll’s House and moving on to Ghosts. She was half-way done with that when the captain came on once more, this time informing everyone to fasten their seatbelts, as they were preparing for landing.
“Brendon,” Margot said, shaking the shoulder of the man beside her. “Wake up. We’re not over the water, anymore. We’re about to land.” He opened one bleary eye, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. His glasses had pressed into his face where he had been leaning against the seat, and there was a large red imprint on Brendon’s temple and cheek. Margot smirked, shaking her head. Despite herself, her first thought was ‘aww…’
“What?” Brendon asked as Margot grinned. He rubbed his cheek absently. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No,” Margot said, trying not to laugh. “You’re fine. Come on, let’s get off before they leave us behind.”
They grabbed what little they had carried on (Margot’s purse and a jacket that Brendon hadn’t even worn), and deplaned. It didn’t take Brendon long to make Margot wish she had let him continue sleeping on the plane.
“Hey, Margot. Let me see your belly-button ring, again.”
“No, Brendon. You saw it, already. Leave me alone.”
“C’mon, just one more time. It’s sexy. I can just barely see it through your folds.”
“Fuck you, Brendon. Why do I do nice things for you, again?”
“Maybe you’re a masochist. You enjoy torturing yourself. And I’m happy to help.”
“I know that all too well, Brendon.”
Once they were in the terminal, Margot called her mother and explained the situation to her. She informed her that they would be arriving at Las Vegas airport later that evening, and asked if she’d be able to pick them up. Mrs. Miner agreed, and the mother and daughter hung up.
No sooner had she gotten off the phone that it began ringing again. Margot sighed and answered, knowing who it was without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” Margot bit her bottom lip; she had forgotten to call Spencer in all the commotion that had been taking place the last few hours.
“Margot,” Spencer said, sounding irritated. She shot a worried glance Brendon’s way, before turning her back to him and continuing in a quieter voice.
“Hi, honey…” It sounded incredibly fake, even to Margot.
“Where are you? I tried to call you, but your phone just kept sending me straight to voicemail.”
“Well--”
“Did Brendon do something to your phone, again?”
“No, see--”
“Have you been behaving?”
“Yes, but--”
“So, why haven’t you called? I mean, I did tell you to keep in touch while you’re gone, so I can make sure you’re not doing anything--”
“Spencer,” Margot cut in, beginning to get frustrated. “Listen to me for a minute, okay? The reason I wasn’t answering was because we were on a plane. We got turned around and our only option was to fly.”
“Oh, that’s cool. It’s also cool that you just…decided you weren’t going to call me. What if something happened, Margot? What if your plane had crashed and I had no idea?” Margot took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I’m sorry--”
“Sorry doesn’t undo stupid things, now does it?”
Suddenly, the phone was snatched out of Margot’s grip, and she gasped, turning to face Brendon, who was now talking to Spencer. She had forgotten he was even there.
“Hey, Spencer, lay the fuck off, alright? I swear, say one more fucking thing to her, and I’m smashing the phone again, and you can have fun trying to get in touch with your captive then, huh?”
“Fuck you, Urie,” Margot heard from the other end of the line. “I don’t need relationship advice from the king of one-night-stands, alright? Mind your own damn business. How I handle my woman is none of your concern.”
Brendon stared at the phone in shock, disbelieving every word that had just left the other man’s mouth. No matter how many times he heard shit like this from Margot’s boyfriend, he continued to be amazed at what he actually deemed appropriate to say. After a moment of speechless silence, he snapped the phone shut, handing it to Margot and shaking his head.
“I really wish you could see what you’re doing to yourself, Margot.”
I know, I know, I'm a slackah. This chapter is short, it took too long to write, and...I'm sorry about that. Ugh. So...yeah. Go comment+rate+subscribe=por favor. Okay. OverAndOutxx
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