The Bucket List

1.) New York

My twin sister's recent marriage has put a lot of things into perspective for me. You would think I would have had things all figured out by the age of twenty-two, but I guess not. I guess sometimes you're stuck wallowing in your own self pity.

So as my sister's Maid of Honor, I realized that I have done nothing, except write. Which was weird. I used to be the twin who did everything she could possibly do- yet now, I'm a faded shell of who I was.

I sure as hell wasn't going to stay that way.

So here I was, boarding ticket in hand, waiting outside of my plane to New Orleans. What I had done was wrote up a spontaneous Bucket List, and went and bought my first ticket. Ever. Yeah. Never been on a plane. Lets just say I'm not a fan of heights.

Being the shy girl I am, I wanted to have to be around as few people as possible. So I bought first class. The plane was very compact. I felt like when the amount of pressure grew, the long capsule like interior would end up shrinking around us all until we might as well have tried to stuff a hundred people into a soft drink straw.

The seats were blue cloth, and surprisingly comfortable- or maybe it was extra comfortable because of first class. Though I knew I would have to share this spot with one other person, I was going to have to deal as long as I had the window. Looking out into the small, thick plane of glass, I saw the people running around in their orange and yellow reflective vests, looking like they were all part of some sort of flash mob because of what looked to be bad dancing. I only then face palmed when I realized they were signalling a plane out of its lot doo-hickey, and it made its way onto the runway. It sped up, going faster and faster, until the wheels picked up and it must have been going at a sixty degree angle into the air.

No. Not happening. I need to get off this plane, before I die. I'm going to die. My seat belt isn't going to be buckled securely and I'm going to go falling to the back of the plane because of the tilt. Panic stricken, I began to get up, when someone walked right in front of the two seats, started putting a carry-on bag up, and sat down right next to me.

He was hot. Really, really hot. I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before, but I wasn't sure, because not many super handsome people came into my life. He had dark, brown curls poking out from around a blue beanie, a gray v-neck on that looked casual but probably costs about sixty dollars. That was the kind of guy he seemed to be. He had an air about him that simply said 'I'm sexy and I know it' as if it was painted in glowing red paint across his chest.

After he settled into his seat, he acknowledged my presence for the first time, either ignoring or completely used to the gawking expression on my face. His perfect, Hot Cocoa eyes looked into mine, and he grinned. His cheekbones were so perfect.

Oh Heavenly Father, if this beeth a prank, please leteth me die at the hands of thy angel thou hast sent to me.

And then I think God must be up there, because I died at this man's next words. "Hi. I'm Asher Kingston."

Asher Kingston. The guy featured in at least every magazine at least once a month. The model. The Bachelor. The heir to the Kingston Resorts, best hotel resort internationally. America's player, most eligible Bachelor.

He just said hi to me.

After i didn't reply, he gave me a funny look, and texted away until pretty flight attendants made everyone turn them off. The awe wore off when I watched him flirt shamelessly with a busty brunette, who turned bright red and ran off. It was a bit disgusting. He did the same to the dyed Blondie, too. I thought I was going to be sick.

Definitely a player. World's most eligible jerk face. But he was, of course, really freaking attractive.

The plane started rolling, and I clutched the arm rests as if I could pull them off and throw them at the pilot to make him stop. Oh my god. Suddenly every time a plane crash was shown on the news and the first episode of Lost popped into my head. The plane could blow up right here on the air strip. A wing could fall off. The floor could fall out beneath me. I pulled my feet up against the seat in front of me. Who knows what would happen when we got to the air.