The Plane Ride (Greysons POV)

“Look Melissa, it's just not working out anymore. It’s you ok, not me.” Greyson remarks casually taking a sip of coffee.

“What do you mean by that, Greyson? How could you say something like that to me?” Melissa asks as she has tears going down her face.

“Melissa baby, you knew this wasn’t going to last very long, I told you that from the beginning.” Greyson says as he winks at the giggling girls passing by him in the hallway.

"But I thought…" She begins, but Greyson cuts her off by placing his finger to her lips.

"I know you did and this past week was magical. You will always be special to me, but spring break is over and I don't do long distance relationships." Greyson says as his flight is called. Walking backwards he waves at Melissa saying, "We'll always have New York!"

Melissa blows him a kiss as he turns to board his plane. Catching the imaginary kiss, Greyson walks around the corner and wipes it off on a flight attendant.

"Finally." Greyson says out loud, "That one was getting clingy."

He waltzed to his seat in the first class lounge and a stewardess offered him a glass of champagne. Flashing her a flirtatious wink, she blushes as he turns to look outside. While waiting for the plane to take off, someone bumps into his left shoulder. Whipping around ready to yell at his assault, he is stunned by a gorgeous woman with beautiful light blonde hair. Her ocean blue eyes were absolutely breathtaking. Despite her good looks she seemed awfully out of place, her eyebrows singed together and full lips in a little frown.

“Hello there gorgeous.” Greyson asks in a provocative tone, giving her body a quick look over.

”I was looking for the bathroom.” She answers calmly.

“I have one in here you could use, but it comes at a price.” his lips curve into a smirk.

“Oh really?” She huffs, crossing her arms. Her eyes daring him to say the wrong thing.

“Calm down hot stuff. I just want to have a drink with you.” He puts his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry I don’t drink, but I’m sure the stewardess does.” She points behind him to where a brunette stewardess watched them intently, “Why don’t you go ask her, she’s been giving me the stink eye since I walked in. Clearly she wants to spend some time with you.” She mocks as the stewardess starts walking towards them.

“Is there a problem over here? Is she bothering you sir?” The stewardess asked. Her heavily revealed breasts are basically in Greysons face and he notices her name tag is upside down. Her brown hair that looks like she hasn’t brushed it in awhile, and her caked on face that kind of resembles a frog. “My name is Kandy, and I will be your stewardess for this plane ride.”

“No we’re okay, but you could definitely fix yourself elsewhere. Thanks anyway.” He waves her away carelessly with his hand and turns back to where the girl was standing. Only to find out that she had snuck away while he was dealing with the stewardess.. He scoffs and looks out the window to see if they had left yet. He realizes that they were already in the air and he could see the orange, pink and purple melting together to form a glorious sunset. When a new stewardess walks in he quickly closes the window and shrinks into his seat. He thinks to himself ‘this is going to be a long flight’ and tries to get a little bit of sleep, since he didn’t have any the night before. He had been with Melissa all night listening to her ramble on about how much she was going to miss him. That when he got back their life would finally start together. It was torture, but hey, the sex was great!

Greyson awoke the next morning to the sun shining brightly in his eyes, wondering who had opened the window when he clearly remembered closing it before he went to sleep.

“All passengers please put on your seat belts we will be landing soon!” The captain said as Greyson was wiping his eyes and stretching his arms above his head forcing himself to be coherent.

The turbulence from the plane let him know that it was time to land and that it wouldn’t be long before he had to meet his parents. His nerves began to fester in his stomach. He grabbed his bag from above and sat it beside him on the floor. A stewardess that was much sexier than the one before came up to him to ask in a sultry tone, “Is there anything I can do for you sir?”

“I’m sure we can think of something,” Greyson replies with a smug smile as she grabs his tie and leads him to the airplane restroom.