Let me just start with how much i cannot stand being shoved around by a bossy security guard. Especially one that obviously does not appreciate carrots as much as i do.
I huff as the mountain of a security guard escorts me back to my seat. "You people do not seem to understand my unique relationship with carrots. They are perfect and lovely and... and... just amazing. AND, they are orange. I mean, who doesn't love the color orange?"
"Your fixation on carrots is very unhealthy." Says the security guard with a disgusted look on his face. Disgusted?! By me??? He's the one who looks like he has eaten an elephant and then swallod some our lemons, the way his eyes are so squinty. I stand on my tiptoes with my finger waggling in his face.
"Ooooh, you look her mister elephant swallowing, sour lemon eating giant... if we weren't on a plane i would be kicking your a-"
"Why, Paul, your being assaulted by a girl? Your loosing points in my book, big guy." A familiar voice yells from behind me.
I cut off my rant and turn around, ready to lay into this boy for interrupting me just as i was getting to the good part of my speech. But when i see him, i grin and flounce over. The carrot loving boy from the security gate earlier is sitting in my window seat. I decide to let it go for the moment, since he stuck up for my carrots when they got kidnapped earlier.
His beanie and glasses are in his hand instead of concealing his features and i look into his shockingly blue eyes. They remind me of the sea. I love the beach and how warm the sand is. I wonder if we will be near the beach in LA... I read that there was one, somewhere. Maybe we can go swimming. NO! Back on track, Sierra.
I quickly look away from his brilliant eyes and look at the blond haired boy behind him, leaning over the seat and watching me with an amused expression. I scowl at him and he laughs, looking between Paul and I.
"Paul, you cannot go around harassing Louis' carrot loving friends, you know how fragile Lou is." The boy with blond hair says. I gasp and let out a squeal.
"An Irish boy like me, Yeah?" I ask happily, my scowl gone completely. Maybe this ride won't be so bad after all. Hearing all the american accents and their silly expressions has been annoying me since i have been on the plane. They are almost all American buisness people, since we're flying to LA and all.
The blond grins at me and replies, "I'm from Mullingar. Where abouts are you from?" He asks, curiousity shining in his laughing eyes.
"Same." I look back at Lou, as the blond boy had called him and am surprised to see a perplexed and almost sad look on his face.
"Come on, love. You need to sit down since we are about to take off. Here, you can take the window seat." His smile is back in place and it's so wide, it makes me automatically lift my face into a grin.
"I couldn't take the window seat except... Oh, who am i kiding." I jump and land in the seat, sprawling out while the boys laugh at me. Paul just shakes his head at us and walks away.
Looking across the aisle, i see my dad asleep and have the urge to drop something into his mouth that is hanging open. I reach into my bag and start pulling stuff out, looking for something to use to make a prank out of. When i get down to my makeup kit i laugh and pull out my eyeliner, grinning wickedly.
Wielding the eyeliner like a pen, i lean over Louis to reach my dad's face. I am not worried about him waking up becasue i know that he is such a deep sleeper. He almost slept through the time i burned half the house down with a lightbulb, but that is not a story to tell you so early on, it will scare you away.
My hand is centimeters away from drawing a unibrow when something orange is shoved into my face. I glare at the orange thing and look at Lou, who is holding it in my face. But as soon as i register that it is, in fact, my favorite food of all time, i let out a laugh and snatch hte carrot from his hand and take a bite out of it.
"You shouldn't prank your dad on an airplane. It would be too easy for him to catch you." I let out another laugh and tap my chin.
"Your right, i should wait until we get to the hotel so that i can run away. I'm thinking that the stairs and all the different floors will help me get away." I put my makeup away and continue to munch on my carrot.
The blond boy leans back over the seat and says, "I'm Niall, by the way. This is Louis." I nod my head and let out a sigh. Of course i had forgotten to introduce myself. What a spagettie brain i am.
"I'm Sierra and, yes, i am Irish. And, i'm guessing that you are English." I look to Lou and see him smiling at me and nodding his head.
"So, tell us about yourself, love." He says.
"Well... I love carrots, i hate bossy security guard, i love Mullingar, sexist people make me angry, and i do not think that i like models. Except, i'm not sure, since i haven't met any yet. But, i just don't really like them. I don't know why." I frown as i think through the last part. Maybe i should wait to meet a model before i say i don't like them.
"I know right... I cna't say that i like models much either, and i have met a few. And carrots are absolutely fabulouis, amazayn, brilliam, extraordinharry, phenomeniall." He sees my counfused face and a surprised look takes over his. He looks at Niall and Niall shakes his head quickly like he's saying no to something. Oh well... I won't pry.
"I think we are going to be best friends." Louis says as he turns back to me. Niall nods in agreement.
I look at them in seriousness and say, "Of course, you are a fellow leperchaun and you are a carrot lover. How could we not be best friends?"
I can't hold the face for very long and start giggling while waving my carrot around. "Carrots, anyone?" I yell out, looking around the people sitting near us. They just give me wierd looks and look away quickly.
'Thats right, I'm not normal, and don't you forget it! You wish you had a carrot to eat, you judgmental people! Well too bad, cause i'm hungry!' i think as i shove the rest of the carrot into my mouth.