Elliot's eyes scanned the menu. Pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza. He loved pizza, but only if it wasn't super greasy. If anyone knew him well enough they'd know he was extremely picky. Especially with food and--good lord--designing. The last time he had to arrange his own room it took at least four hours until he was satisfied. There simply wasn't everything he liked in the house to hang up and use!

He heard the footsteps of someone walking by their table and assumed it was the waiter. "Hi, I'll have a small cheese and mushroom pizza, please," he said quietly. "With a caesar salad." Yum, nothing was better than caesar. "And an ice tea. Thanks..." He sounded like his mother with that order. She used to get the same thing from their local pizza parlour in Sechelt.

Suddenly Elliot blinked and looked up. There was only Sandra there. He looked left. No one. The person walking by was already sitting down at their table. His face burned scarlet. Oh hell no, he did not just do that!

Sandra blinked and looked up when Elliot began to order. She looked around and saw a person walking by. She mouthed a sorry to them, and then watched while Elliot order. Her eyebrow raised. She wanted to see how long it took him to notice that it wasn't their waitor. She had to bite down on her lip hard to stop herself from laughing. Finally he realized that it wasn't the waitor. Though it had taken him his whole entire meal to realize it. Finally, she let out a big laugh. She didn't mean to, especially when his face turn so red, but it was hilarious. She couldn't believe he'd done that.

Right as Sandra was calming down the waitor came. This time, she ordered first. "Hi. I'll have a small Pepperoni Pizza, with the small order of Garlic Rolls, and a Sprite." She told him then winked at Elliot playfully before ordering for him. "And he'll have a small cheese and mushroom pizza, the ceaser salad, and an iced tea." She looked over at Elliot again to make sure she'd gotten it right. She was good at remembering that sort of thing. Mostly because she was good at remembering songs.

"Y-yes, please..." Elliot's face burned with shame. Sandra was laughing at him as if he was the funniest thing to walk the planet. He was such a loser! Mistaking that person as the waiter... Ugh... When Sandra said his order and looked at him inquiringly he felt like a little kid unable to talk to the big adults and tell them what he wanted to eat. He felt so... pathetic.

Elliot looked out of the restaurant window. Only blurs walked past but it didn't quite matter. He just wanted something to distract him from the humiliation he just had to go through. "W-well, um, about the band..." He said, trying to jump away from his embarrassment. "We're only a singer and bassist... we won't have any good music just the two of us. We at least need a guitarist..."

Sandra kind of felt bad for laughed at Elliot. But it just couldn't be helped. Especially now that she had already done it. She sighed, wanting to tell him that it happened all the time. Though honestly, really it didn't. And she didn't want to lie to him, so she let it go. For now anyways. She was glad when he changed the subject to the band. Though she did see what he meant. She shrugged it off though. The drinks coming. "Thank you."She thanked the waitor, and then looked back at Elliot. "Yeah. But they aren't hard to find at all. I'm sure we'll find one killer guitar player in England. And then in other places we'll go, we'll find other people too." She told him. "That sort of thing takes time. Ofcourse we're not gonna sound good in the beginning. but practice makes perfect, right?"

Sandra really did love music. So she always rationalized things. Especially when it came to things like that. Besides, it made sense. Didn't it?

"I suppose..." Elliot looked up as the waiter returned with their drinks. He sipped his ice tea, thinking about getting a guiarist. He hoped they were someone rational, and smart. Nice too. And mature. He hated immature people.

Poor kid had no idea what was coming.

Sandra just nodded. She sipped at her drink, and then his salad and her garlic rolls came. She grinned and chowed down on a garlic roll. Almost afraid that if she didn't hurry, then it'd go away. It tasted to good. It was chewy, but melted in her mouth. Plus the garlic gave it so much flavor. She vowed that she'd brush her teeth afterwards. Just so that she wouldn't have garlic in her teeth, or garlic breath. Those two were the only things she didn't like about Garlic Rolls.

Sandra looked at him. "I hope it's someone super cool. And funny!" Ofcourse, she had no idea that he'd be just like that in her books and the opposite in his books.

Elliot smiled back, silently agreeing. His eyes strayed to the large window across the airport as he munched on a slice of pizza. The snow was beginning to slow down, but still too heavy to fly. The might be stuck their the whole night. Good Lord, what then? He didn't want to be delayed an entire hour...

"So tell me about yourself," he said, turning back to Sandra. She was chomping away on her food, completely content with inhaling the substances without taking the time to treasure the taste. "If we're going to be in a band, we should at least get to know one another a bit more..."

Sandra looked over at him and nodded. She thought so too. But she wasn't sure what to say. "Well.... What do you want to know about me?" She asked. She wasn't sure what he wanted to know. Or what she should say about herself...

(Sorry it's so short...)

(( lol it's okay. Mine is too. ))

Elliot shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Where you came from, if you're done school or not, what you like to do, what you don't like to do... any allergies or pet-peeves so I know not to do anything wrong." He grinned cheekily.

Sandra bit her lip. "I came here from Florida.... I finished high school. Taking a break before college. If I decide to go. I'm already accepted and a spot is held for me... I like to sing.... I don't like waiting to be able to sing... No allergies, but I do have a small asthma problem... My inhaler, just in case, is in my smallest bag the front left pocket.... I don't really have a list for pet-peeves, but if someone or something bothers me I'll tell you." Sandra answered, taking her time. She smiled. "Your turn."

So she was a full-bred American. Elliot nibbled on his pizza while he listened to Sandra talk. As she finished and motioned for him to go on with his own life story, the man put his food down and leaned on the table with his elbows.

"Well, I'm from BC. British Columbia. That's in Canada, if you don't know. Most Americans are rather... clueless, to be blunt, about my country. No offence to you," he said sending an apologetic look her way. "I'm finished high school too. I was heading to England to go to college there and live with my grandmother for awhile, but... things have obviously changed," he joked a bit.

Now onto what he liked and dislike. Dear lord, he could hardly count the things he liked on two hands. Everything else was thrown into the second category. But he didn't want to say such a thing aloud. He didn't know this girl and to make a bad impression was just stupid. "Um... I like to read... and play bass, and clean... I don't like messy things. Especially bathrooms. And I'm allergic to cats."

He stared down at his plate, thinking. Pet-peeves. He had a few of those. "I don't like repeating myself. That's a pet-peeve of mine, I guess. And if I clean something I expect it to stay clean for awhile and not be ruined instantly. I also hate people who are too high and mighty on themselves." That was more than enough information on him. He didn't want to say anything more. Especially not about his entire life. Too many things to list there. At least they didn't get into backgrounds...

Sandra listened to everything he said. But her smile had faded towards the beginning when he told her he'd been planning on being with his grandma while he went to college. When he was done talking she shook her head. "No. You have to be with your grandma. I'm sorry. I was being selfish, I shouldn't have dragged you into my crazy idea. I'll just find someone else. You go spend time with your grandma and get smarter." Sandra felt horrible for basically making him go along with her band idea. It'd been selfish of her. Besides how hard would it be to find another bass player? It shouldn't be that hard, right? She really wanted him to be with his grandma. Who knew how long she had left. He had to spend what he could with her, and his family there in England.

Elliot smiled and shook his head. "It's fine. It's not like I was really going there for the school. That was just the... excuse, I suppose." That wasn't a lie either. His true reason for leaving to England was his mother's death, after all. But he'd never admit that so openly to someone he hardly knew.

As he turned his head to look out the window one more time, he saw the snow had finally calmed down from the raging blizzard. Now it was just sprinkling. Throught the thick glass the Canadian could see people and machines alike running about with their shovels and scoopers, clearing the run ways of snow to launch their planes again.

"Looks like we'll be out of here soon," he murmured. Good. He didn't like being stuck in the port.

Sandra sighed, but accepted it. It seemed that he had gotten used to the idea of flying around the world with a stranger for the love of music. Or maybe to get a line or message across to the world? She honestly, wanted to write messages. Not only love rock or whatever songs. She wanted to give messages too. Like to be at peace with the world. Or the problem with cutting. Or death. Or finding faith. And all that jazz. She wasn't like a tree hugger or anything, but there were some points that she felt strongly about. She hoped the band wouldn't mind. Like, it wasn't like she wasn't going to be taking notes or suggestions. She wasn't in this alone. She wanted input from her fellow band members. She didn't want to be that b-i-t-c-h that that decided to take over the band and wouldn't let anyone have or say in it or anything. That was just wrong. She hated those people.

Sandra blinked hearing his words and looked out the window. She grinned. "Sweet!" She finished eating and sipped at her drink, now. This was going to be an adventure to write in the books.

About an hour passed and finally the announcement came through the speakers. The planes were beginning to leave the terminal now that the snow had completely stopped pouring down and the runways were cleared. As Elliot looked through the giant window that gave him a perfect view of the plane he and Sandra were about to board, he wondered how his family in England were doing. He had called only a half hour ago to tell them about his new choice. Of course, his cousin wasn't very thrilled. Anthony had cursed and called him a few British names Elliot was only slightly familiar with before putting his Nana on the phone.

Nana was always a sweet old woman. Kindhearted, but strict too. She was disappointed in Elliot's decision and called it troublesome. But then she had sighed and he heard the smile in her old voice. "It's your life, dear. You do what you want. Your mother will understand."

Elliot watched the passengers load onto their plane, hands deep into his pockets. He had his passport ready along with the other two pieces of photo identity he'd need to board, but for some reason it felt like he wasn't truly leaving North America. Driving out of Sechelt had been a completely different experience. He was leaving behind his house and his mother's grave. Everything. His entire past life. Now he was simply flying away from a terminal in America. Was it good he didn't feel bad changing his mind? Or did it mean he was cold hearted?

His turn came and he flashed the woman behind the counter the pieces she needed to see. After checking him in and looking at every photo she motioned him through with a charming smile. He felt his cheeks warm up and avoided the pretty lady's gaze, waiting for Sandra to finish up behind him.

Sandra hadn't needed to call anyone. This was her time off. Everyone knew that. So what she did during this time didn't really matter. Her parents were cool like that. They didn't care what she did. It was good and bad. It was probably a big reason why she was who she was. Nonetheless, she liked who she was and wasn't going to change herself for anyone. She raised an eyebrow at how the lady at the counter smiled at Elliot. It made her twitch, and then she decided to mess with her. When she got up to the counter she all but slammed her information of the counter and glared at the lady. She watched while the woman, with a shaking hand, barely looked at her information and then let her pass. Sandra grinned at her evily and walked past. Grabbing her carry on bag, the rest of her bags now on the spinny thingy to get on the airplane, she laughed and booty bumped Elliot. This was going to be fun. She loved messing with people. Just to see how they'd react.

Elliot flushed at the contact between them. What in the world was that for? Flirting? His face grew redder. Yeah, Sandra was pretty... no, she was very pretty, but they had only just met! He shouldn't be assuming such things! They were going to do this whole band thing and... and what if it got out of control? What if they hooked up and he forgot to use protection and she got pregnant and forced him to pay child welfare and-and... He was too young for all this!

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. He had to clear his mind. He had to come back to reality. It was just a tease. A small little gesture. Sandra seemed like the wild type while he was down-to-Earth. He was realistic. He didn't leap into trouble without thinking. He always made sure he knew what he was getting into before he did it.

Yeah, right. That's why he was flying to England to start a band with a chick he met barely two hours ago.

They boarded the plane and too their seats. Although the assigned seating had Elliot and Sandra a few rows apart, the plane wasn't at all full (odd considering the fact everything was backed up) and he simply took a seat in the middle with her. Sandra had the window, something Elliot didn't mind at all. He hated heights. He hated flying. To not have his feet on the ground made him want to break down crying. It was a control problem on his part. Shame, really... Especially when he knew they'd be flying all over the place.

He clicked in his belt (he probably wouldn't take it off the entire flight) and gripped the seats arm rests, turning to glance at Sandra. "Flown before?" He asked, making small talk to distract his nerves.

Sandra never gave much thought into things. Whatever happened. Happened. Though one thing was for sure. She always used protection when she had sex. She'd sex a couple of times now, and knew better than to not use protection. Yes, even in Florida they taught about safety. But it was more of the fact that she wanted to wait to have children. If she ever decided to have children. To be honest, she couldn't see herself ever settling down. Until she was like 40 or something like that. While she was young and still could, she wanted to party her ass off. Was that so bad? She figured that was everyones plan. And in doing so, you had to be impulsive. You didn't sweat the small stuff. Even now, knowing Elliot for just a few hours, she could tell that they were complete opposites. She wasn't sure if that was bad or good. Would he ruin the fun? Or would he make sure it was better for her, even if it wasn't better for him? And in doing that did that make it a good thing or a bad thing? These were the questions that swirled through her mind. She shook it off, kind of like what Elliot did and followed him onto the plane.

Sandra was happy when he let her have the window seat. She took it gratefully, putting the bag between her feet. She looked out the window excitedly, and sighed. She put her seatbelt on like Elliot had did. She saw his hands and traced it up to his face. She nodded slowly. "Yeah. You?" She raised an eyebrow, hoping he wasn't going to like vomit or something. She always felt bad for those people who were afraid of flying but somehow ending up having to fly anyways despite their fears. What she really hoped, was that she didn't fall asleep and lean against Elliot. Especially if he was scared of flying. She tended to do that a lot and had gotten many different reactions. And at this point, she wasn't sure how Elliot would react. Though, now that she was thinking about it, she wondered if he was like a big teddy bear or something. She loved teddy bears. That was her type of guy. If he was rock hard, RRRRR. Wrong for her. If he was comfortable, or soft, or mushy but not like fat, YAYYY. Right for her. She had a system.... She shook her head, trying to get those thoughts to escape her mind. What was she thinking?!

The flight assistants were going down the aisles now, checking everyone's belts. After a moment they too took their seats as the plane's engines started up. Elliot could feel the entire aircraft shaking from the power that came from the two jets on either side of the cabin. Only two flimsy little wings kept the ten ton vehicle in the air. That thought made flying just a few hundred times scary.

Elliot forced a smile. "I had to take a flight here from Vancouver, but that's it. I slept most of the time so I don't exactly remember the experience." Thank God. He might have committed suicide if he'd stayed awake the whole 6 hours. "I've been grounded in the same place practically my whole life."

Practically? More like literally. The farthest he'd ever gone from Sechelt before this whole trip was Vancouver. That was a ferry ride and maybe a thirty minute drive away.

Sandra frowned. She could tell he was terrified, no matter what his face showed. Slowly, she patted his hand. "It'll be okay." She reassured him hoping he'd be fine. She thought he was actually pretty lucky. She moved around quite a bit in Florida, and she'd gone on some vacations. Her favorite were cruises. Especially if they had good shows on it. Some shows they put on were just terrible. She yawned lightly, unexpectedly. She sighed, just knowing there was no way she wasn't going to fall asleep. She always slept during plane rides and car rides. "Hey. I'm sorry if I you know.... like lean on you if I fall asleep." She warned. So now he couldn't get that mad. She had given him a warning. Turning a little she looked out the window, the plane jiggling around a little. She couldn't wait until the plane calmed down and they could take off their seatbelts and such.

Elliot stared. Lean on him? It was like a novel... or a movie. Whichever were more typical. He flushed again. If he kept this up his face was going to explode from so much rising blood. "U-um, yeah, it's cool..." The plane gave a final jerk, telling them they were finally up into the air before their ascend began. Elliot closed his eyes. This was it. He couldn't turn back. He was leaving behind his only chance to return to a normal life. To his normal town and friends.

There were too many memories there though and as he stared up at the lights above their seats, trying to distract himself from the fact he was climbing thousands of feet in the sky, he remembered all the little times in Sechelt. Going to the beach with his friends, the big sleepover on graduation with the whole class. That was a party and a half. How his mother stood smiling at him when he came home on the school bus, asking how his day went. No matter how old he got she met him in the doorway at the same time with the same question.

The plane jostled around once more. Suddenly it was clear. The seat belt light went off and the flight attendants were walking around the front, getting drinks and food carts ready. They had more than an hour before refreshments were probably served. Then dinner, maybe a another snack, and that was it. Elliot had brought some money to pay for food. However he wasn't sure if his stomach could handle it.

He closed his eyes. Sandra's presence beside him was comforting and he could still feel the lingering touch of her hand on his from when she tried comforting him. The TV in front of him flickered on, giving him the option of either watching shows or a scheduled movie. He ignored it, wanting nothing more than to fall into a black abyss of slumber and escape this horrible plane ride. Only eight more hours now.

Sandra gave absolutely no thought to leaving it all behind. Honestly, she was glad to go out and adventure. She wasn't a bad person, she was just always independent. Her parents weren't the kind to ask how your day went, or make nightly dinners, or come running when she called home sick. She'd been on her own since she was 9, though technically not alone at the same time. It was just the way life was. There were advantages and disadvantages. But she liked to think she came out pretty good. Probably more wild than others, but overall not that bad. The second the seatbelt lights went off she took hers off and brought her legs up a little. She saw the tv up above turn on and reached up, pressing a button. The movie that was playing was Ironman. She sighed. Ironman wasn't her 'favorite' movie. She was a disney freak, though most would never tell from looking at her. Not only was she a disney freak but she loved scary movies, no matter how scared she was, and hiding in the person beside her.

Sandra yawned again, and looked over at Elliot momentarily. She felt bad for a the poor guy, though she vowed to make sure he had some type of fun. Her eyes drooped and once again she sighed. Finally, all thoughts trailed off and she was consumed into the darkness, her body leaning over, her head resting on Elliots shoulder now. If she stayed asleep the whole time, it'd be a quick flight. Though she knew she'd wake up later just to eat. She didn't like airplane food, but she needed food nonetheless.

When Elliot woke the cabin was dark and he noticed lots of people sleeping. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the dim lights. There was warmth on his shoulder. Weight too. Elliot tilted his head and stilled instantly. Sandra was sleeping and using his body as a pillow. Elliot tried not to shift too much as he wriggled in his seat to relieve the stress on his tail bone.

It felt... odd having a girl leaning against him. Very odd. He couldn't remember the last time his shoulder was used in such a way. Ashley had preferred his chest, calling him a cuddly teddy bear. She used to talk about how his heart beat lulled her and more than once she fell asleep snuggled against him.

His throat was suddenly dry. Elliot swallowed. He glanced at his wrist watch but realized they probably have flown over five time zones and it was wrong. He reached out to the TV in front of him and flipped the channels to the menu screen. Ten at night. Well, that didn't do him any good. He realized that whatever timezone they were in the clock was showing the time of that area. Damn.

A flight attendant passed by. Elliot poked her in the side, catching her attention shyly. She turned and smiled at him sweetly. " Yes?"

" Um, how much longer?" He asked softly, too tired to go red in the face from her perfect white teeth.

" Twenty minutes," she replied. Her smile widened. "Is there anything else you'd like, sir?"

" W-water would be nice, please." She nodded and disappeared down the row to fetch him his drink. Water was free on planes. Elliot was a cheapskate. He could wait twenty minutes before eating again, even if his stomach was rumbling like a hungry dragon.

Sandra stayed asleep, even when Elliot began to move around and talk. She'd had many boyfriends before. All were good kissers, cuddling boys, dorky boys, and comfortable boys. She tended to love to lay against people, cuddle to people, lean against people, and such. It was just her nature really. She had to say, Elliot was her type in a way. Maybe a bit too blushy, but that wasn't too big of thing. Had she been awake she would have shoved the thoughts away, not wanting to think things that could make their 'friendship' awkward. She was an old fashioned girl in dating and thought the men should ask the girl out. Probably a bad thing with the type of boys she liked. They all tended to be a bit shy. But she also liked boy who were funny and out there. You make her laugh, and you had her heart. As long as you didn't mind the leaning and the cuddling and all that. She hated boys who were uncomfortable with that. They pissed her off.

Elliot felt the plane give a shudder and he glanced upwards. The fasten seat belt sign was lit up. They must be landing soon. Sure enough the pilots voice came from over the speakers in the cabin, telling his passengers about how they were about to land and to please buckle up and everything. Elliot placed his now empty water cup into the garbage bag one of the attendants were pushing down the aisle one last time before they themselves went to sit down for landing.

As the plane made contact with the ground Elliot felt all the weight of the stress leave his shoulders. He sighed, happily, then paused. Wait, no, something was hanging onto him still. He glanced sideways at Sandra who was snoozing away and nudged her gently, not wanting to be too rough with a girl. "Hey, we're here," he told her. The other passengers were beginning to stir too as the air plane was guided to their unloading gate. "C'mon, wake up..."