"Well that was a graceful greeting." Howie pointed out, putting his small duffell bag under his seat, plopping down on the cushioned chair. "She doesn't seem very cheerful, does she?" Brian said, throwing his things under the chair he claimed beside Howie. "I don't know, she's pretty cute." Kevin pointed out also, stepping onto the plane. "Oh god Kevin, you would." Nick sighed out, sitting in Brian's chair. "Frack, get off my chair dammit!" Brian seethed, pushing Nick off.
Nick ignored him as Kevin spoke. "What's that supposed to mean?" "She looks more of a college proffesor with those specs on Kev." A.J. said jumping in the conversation, putting his things down as well. "Guys, admit it. Was I the only one who REALLY looked at her? She is sexy." Kevin argued, sitting down, clasping his seatbelt. Nick started to say something but was cut off by the others due to Trinity walking in, lugging two huge suitcases down the aisle. Her glasses were drooped to her nose, but the way she was handling from the looks of the weight of the suitcases was rather well.
Being the gentleman he was Howie got up to help her. "Need help?" Howie asked, eyeing her up and down for really the first time. She was a hottie, with her brown hair, and blue eyes behind those frames. The other guys seemed to take notice also, which left Kevin with a triumphant grin as if to say "I told you so." "Oh, its perfectly alright, thank you." Trinity told Howie. He nodded sitting back down. "I still think she looks more like a teacher than a singer." A.J. whispered into Nick's ear, making Nick giggle. "Weren't you supposed to put that through the baggage claim?" Nick said, a bit rudely.
Kevin wanted to smack him across his face, but he was to far away. Trinity looked at him lifting one of the suitcases which looked to be at least twenty-five pounds two feet above her head without a grunt expression, a moan, anything, with all ease. "I don't trust the baggage claim with whats in these bags." Was all Trinity said as she took a seat next to Carol. Kevin threw Nick an upset look. "What?" Nick asked, noticing Kevin's expression. "You are a rude one. You barely know her and you act like you hate her. Like your Mr. High and Mighty." Kevin explained, in a harsh whisper.
"Come on Kev, he just asked her a question." Howie defended his friend. "Yea!" Nick chimed in. "Howie, I'm shocked. You heard the harshness, I'm surprised to hear you say that." Kevin told him. "Your paranoid Kevin." A.J. told him. "Lets ask Brian." Nick said looking at his friend from the circle of chairs. "Huh?" Brian said, clueless as he looked up from his crossword puzzle. "What I said to Trinity, do you think I sounded cruel?" Nick informed Brian. Brian thought for a minute, as if debating what to say. "Well from what I heard, you were a bit...I don't know...sarcastic." Brian said uneasily. "What?! Oh come on Frick, be cool. Don't agree with the dud over here just because he is your cousin." Nick said.
"I'm not, you were pretty...well...you had this tone-" Brian said, fumbling with his words. "Oh god, nevermind I even asked." Nick exclaimed, giving up. "Lets just stop arguing about how Nick insulted Trin-" Howie started, but Nick interuppted. "I didn't insult her!" Nick protested. "Ok, fine! Whatever. Just shut up Nick, OK? I've got this horrible headache and fifteen hours ahead of me. All I want is sleep." Kevin said sternly, glaring at Nick. Nick knew better not to push him any further. That look always meant business. Mumbling something under his breath, Nick put on his headphones excluding the world around him.
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"Would you like some coffee, or beverage?" Trinity looked up at the stewardess who just brought a rolling tray over. "None for me, thanks." Carol excused. The stewardess looked at Trinity. "Um... Do you have any whis-uh, I mean a martini maybe?" Trinity stumbled out. The stewatdess nodded. "Yes, but I'll have to go to the back to make it." With a smile, she walked off. Trinity closed her eyes doing her best to not scream. She didn't feel crowded, but stressed and wanted relief. She missed Neils, and her life, and as she looked out the window, watching the moving ground below, she realized her life was slowing fading behind. Although it was temporary, it felt permanent, and she wanted nothing more than to just say "fuck it" and leave. But knowing there was too much at risk kept her at bay.
Now she would have to start a new life, by singing and dancing for a bunch of happy-go lucky fourteen year old teeny-boppers who knew nothing of the real world. She remembered it. She used to be deeply in love with the New Kids On The Block.
About a week before she had spent grueling hours tuning and learning how to use her voice. Dancing had been a bit of a problem but was assured there would be backup dancers to do most of the moves. She actually surprised herself that she had talent in singing. So was her instructor. He had her make a few adjustments and she was off. The plan was, they would settle down in Tokoyo for about a week, and she was to meet up with three of her dancers and go over the routine Donna had given her. The best part was, everything was already taken care of.