I'm checking my phone for an update for my mom when someone plops into the seat next to me. I glance up quickly and am taken aback at the beautiful creature sitting beside me. He is older than me, obviously, but not by much. He is taller than me too, even sitting down. His hair is brown, it's neither light nor dark, in between. I can't see his eyes, as they are covered with Ray Bans. His jaw line is perfect and he has a tiny bit of scruff on his face, as if he didn't have time to shave this morning. He's wearing a turquoise muscle tank and grey sweatpants.

I look away quickly, incase he notices me staring. After a few minutes we are told to put on our seatbelts. The pilot of the plain is announcing himself, but I can't pay attention because of the man sitting next to me. I shift uncomfortably as we begin rolling down the turmac. I bring my leg up so my heel is touching the back of my thigh, my knee in the air. I stare out the window when suddenly a hand places itself on the back of my sweatpant covered leg and pushes my leg down.

I jump in surprise and look at the guy. "Excuse me?" I say.

He takes his sunglasses off and rubs his forehead. "What?"

I shiver, his voice... "Why did you push my leg down?" I snap slightly.

"Because I could." He replies, sounding bored.

I scoff and pull my leg back up. "And I can do whatever I like with my body." I snap.

He glances at me and raises an eyebrow, a smirk making its way onto his face. "Really?" His voice is seductive.

I flash him a disgusted look. "Pervert."
"Hey! I'm nineteen, I'm allowed to respond like that when girls make innuendos." He responds proudly.

My face twists into a disgusted look again. "How does your girlfriend deal with you?" I meant to mutter it, but he heard me.

"Oh I don't have a girlfriend." He says with a lopsided grin.

I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat as we take off.

~*•*~

We had been flying for almost an hour before the flight attendants came around offering drinks. When the lady stopped by our row I had ordered a coke. Now I am sipping it while looking out the window. If it weren't for the fact that I am flying out to Massachusetts because my father is dying, I would've been enjoying myself a whole lot more than I am. And I would appreciate the hot guy sitting next to me.

But I can't, because Dad is dying. He's always been my rock, my safe place. And he might die soon. I'm not prepared for that. He can't just up and leave me, I mean I love my mother, but he's my dad.

I hadn't realized I have tears streaming down my face until the guy next to me grabs my attention.

"Hey? Are you okay? You're crying." He says softly, pulling the earbuds out of his ears.

I shake me head and I wipe my tears. "I'm fine." I mutter.

He raises an eyebrow, disbelieving. "Uh, huh.." He drags his hand through his hair. "Axton. Axton King." He holds out his hand.

I bite my lip and take his hand. "Fallon Bellerose." (A/N pronunciation: Bella-rohse-ay) He grins and brings my hand to his lips, kissing is lightly. I blush fiercely, only able to pull my hand away after he says my name softly.

"So, Fallon. Why were you crying?" He inquires.

I bite my bottom lip. "No reason." I turn back to my window and put my earbuds back in.

~•*•~

Not long after the pilot announces that we will be landing soon do I get a phone call from my mom. I hastily answer it, not caring if Axton heard.

"Yes?" I breath.

All I here is sobbing. My heart drops and I feel all the color, all the blood fade from my face. I open my mouth a few times before I am actually able to form a sentence.

"Mom...?" I hold my breath.

"Oh Fallon. My sweet baby." She heaves out another sob before bringing in a sharp intake of breath.

"Mom, please." I already know. But I need to hear her say it.

"Angel, he waited until he knew you were over Massachusetts. He said he loves you. To never forget that." I stopped breathing sentences ago. My phone drops from my hand as I am frozen in place. I barely even notice Axton catching my phone and asking me what's wrong.

Tears are streaming down my face but I can't even grasp it. He didn't even let me say goodbye. I didn't get to see him one last time. Or even be there when he passed because I had things to take care of at home. A sob escaped my lips but I was still frozen. I barely felt Axton take my hand. My father's gone. He's gone and he's not coming back. My rock is gone from this world.

More tears fall down my face. I finally am able to move when I notice that we were landing. Axton had fastened my seatbelt and I hadn't even realized.

Daddy was gone.

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I am sobbing now. Ohhhhhh my gosh that was sad to write. I hope you like it, please vote and comment.