"Mine," I snapped as Adrian tried grabbing a piece of bacon.
I pulled out a plate and looked at all the food. Another jug of orange juice was sitting on the corner waiting to be drunk. There was a range of food, a plate with eggs and bacon and toast and a dish with chicken and mushroom pasta.
"That's not fair. So that's why you disappeared."
I nodded. I killed four hours happily watching Simone cook and tasting all the other food I found. Who knew blue cheese actually tasted like crap?
Darius looked up from his laptop and I smiled as I stuffed my face with a piece of chicken. I was a happy child.
"I'll be back," he said and got up and I waved a hand. Take your time. I have food, which was a better company.
Adrian watched me with a frown, making me sigh. "Fine," I told him. I hate being watched while I eat.
"Good to see you back to normal."
I shrugged. There was no point dwelling over things. What happened, happened. He grabbed the plate of bacon, of course, and I smiled as his face lit up when he bit into one.
"Eat slowly," I told him, pushing a glass of water his way. He was going to choke himself.
"Where's Simone?" I asked as Adrian decided I had 'enough' to eat since he was my calorie counter and took away the food for himself. Not like I minded, but I wanted my orange juice. I tapped my fingers on the armrest, waiting for him to walk by.
Darius came back and sat down while I leaned over the arm rest looking down the corridor.
"Where's Simone?"
"In the cockpit."
I frowned. I didn't know much about planes or jets but wasn't he a server, not a pilot?
"I want more orange juice."
Adrian waved his fork. "You're going to throw up," he said with his mouth full, and a piece of scrambled egg landed on Darius's face.
"No, I'm not," I said, sitting back in my chair and trying to hold back a laugh. I have a strong stomach.
And strong it was. Strong as a mentos in a bottle of coke.
"I told you."
"Shut up."
"I told you but no one listens to Adrian."
I groaned as I hugged my new toy of the day, the toilet bowl.
"Darius," I groaned. He was just standing there with his leg perched on the wall behind like he owned the place. Okay, maybe he did.
"Adrian, get out."
"No, I told –"
The two bickering grown men exited the bathroom and I relaxed. Maybe two and a half litres of orange juice in the air was a bad idea.
And it didn't help that they watched like it was some soccer match. Some privacy while you upchuck everything you ate in the past fourty-eight hours would have been nice.
I groaned and closed my eyes. Can someone tell the plane not to move so fast? It was like it wanted me to throw up.
"Are you feeling better now?"
I closed the bathroom door, turning around and shooting Darius a murderous look as he sat on the bed with a glass of orange juice.
"That's not funny."
"What's not funny? I'm just thirsty," he said before taking a sip. I rolled my eyes. I could still hear Adrian banging the door from outside and yelling 'I told you so'.
"I'm never feeding him again."
The guy was hyper already without bacon in his stomach.
"Sleep," Darius said as he patted the bed.
"Not sleepy," I said. I was more awake than the sun. Was that even possible? I'm never drinking again. No, I am never drinking orange juice after a night of drinking. Yes, that was better.
I was pretty sure alcohol would be the only thing that got me through parties.
"That's a first."
I looked at Darius, narrowing my eyes. "You know what you should do?"
"What?" he asked with an amused grin on his face.
"Drink a glass of Dairy."
Everyone knows what happens when you drink orange juice and milk.
CHAPTER FORTYTHREE
"We've landed."
I groaned, opening my sleepy eyes. I threw my legs over the bed and rubbed my eyes, making sure my head felt right before standing up. I had enough of throwing up.
I accepted Darius's hand to lift me up and grabbed my jumper, pulling it back over my singlet. "Finally." This plane ride felt it took forever.
"Sleeping beast wakes," Adrian announced when I came out. I smirked as Darius playfully hit the back of his head, saying “Behave.” I stuck my tongue out at him and walked fast to get out of this place.
"Simone!" I said as he came out of the door. Simone paused and gave me a nervous smile, which made me frown. "What?" I said, looking behind me.
"Nothing. Enjoyed your flight?"
"As much as one can," I replied with a laugh, but he simply nodded at me and I frowned again.
He stepped aside for me to walk ahead.
"Bye, Simone," I said, confused at his change of behaviour.
"Bye, Mademo - Madame."
I waved, still confused, and walked down the stairs with Darius behind me. I breathed in the Melbourne air. It felt so good to be home.
"Home," I whispered, watching as two cars pulled up in front of us.