Trying to join the mile high club.

Owen stared out the window of his seat, his hands holding the seat rest more tightly then was probably necessary. Truthfully he was a bit of a nervous flyer, and that was without any turbulence. Watching the grounds crew mull about outside of the plane, he found his mind would drift towards scenarios of emergencies. Running through all the possible outcomes and what he would be **** to do in the event of it happening. The plane jolting backwards as it made its exit from the departure gate snapped him out of his daydream, quickly zeroing in on the discussion taking place between Evan and the girl seated across from him.

“… and that’s why I never bring more than just a carry on.” Came the almost bragging voice of Evan.

“Seems like you like to travel light.” Responded the 20 something year old across from them. She had long blonde hair and a cute face, Owen felt like she looked a bit similar to Brooklyn but not nearly as fit as her. She carried herself with enough confidence though, and Owen could detect a hint of flirtiness in the way she responded to Evan.

“All I need is one good pair of underwear, a pair of shorts, and a couple of shirts. Not like I plan on wearing much most of the time.”

Owen couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Evan continued to openly flirt with any girl that would give him the time of day. He hated how brash and unapologetic Evan was with women, refusing to have any shame or empathy. Part of that frustration stemmed from the fact that Owen himself was jealous of his inability to put himself out there like Evan. While he wasn’t nearly as fit as Evan or tall as him, he still thought himself a decent enough looking guy and yet struggled mightily when trying to talk to women.

Staring out of the window again he saw watched as the plane wheeled around to the final runway, his hands clutching the arm rest even tighter as he shut his eyes in anticipation. Owen could hear the engines begin to rev, and felt the plane lurch into action as it slowly began to accelerate. Faster and faster the plane wheeled forward, Owen’s mind raced as he prepared for the worst. He felt gravity’s one final attempt to hold him on the ground, before it released him and the plane was airborne. His eyes eventually opened to a pair of eyes in his sister and Evan staring back at him.

“My friend here Owen’s never been a big fan of flying.” Came the grating and insulting voice of Evan as he continued to flirt with the girl next to him.

“That’s why I’m sitting with him, I’m here to make sure he’s ok and doesn’t have a panic attack or anything.” Evan’s comments were like a slap in the face, demeaning Owen and his fears for pity points with a random girl.

“Awe such a good friend!” The girls voice was genuine, and yet it still felt like an insult to Owen.

Slowly the plane reached its cruising altitude and leveled out, a loud ding signifying the seat belt sign being turned off. The girl seated beside them was quick to free herself from her seat.

“Excuse me boys I just need to use the little lady’s room, it was nice chatting with you both.” And with that made her way towards the back of the plane. Owen watched Evan’s head folllow her backside down the aisle until he finally turned his attention back to the boy next to him.

“Do you think she was asking me to go fuck?”

“What?” Owen replied irritated at Evan’s brashness.

“Right now, her going to the bathroom and everything. Do you think that was a hint for me to join her in the bathroom?”

“Just shut the fuck up.” Came Owen’s reply through gritted teeth, turning his attention back towards the window of the plane.

“Come on man, did you see her ass? I bet she got a sexy pair of panties on right now getting absolutely swallowed up by those two cheeks.”

“Fuck off.”

“You’re right, she’s probably not even wearing panties. I bet she’s going full commando-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Owen almost screamed as he could feel the people around him turn their attention to the two boys.

“Relax man… I’m just having some fun.”

The air between the two boys was heavy as Owen refused to speak trying desperately to ignore Evan’s voice next to him. Evan leaned closer speaking in a hushed tone so only Owen could hear his next comment.

“Honestly I’m much more interested in fucking your sister.”

Owen’s eyes shot wide, his hands bunching into fists as he contemplated how he could both punch Evan in the face and not go to jail. Looking at the now smirking Evan he knew he was intentionally trying to get him rilled up, and truthfully it was working. Looking away again Owen did his best to ignore Evan’s comments. Leaning in once more Evan’s voice entered Owen’s ears.

“I bet you by the end of this trip I’ll have fucked your sister so many times she’ll be calling me Daddy. Then maybe I can play a game of catch with you champ!”

Wheeling in his seat Owen’s fist crashed across Evan’s face and the plane erupted.