Chapter One
Angie Morgan walked over to the man who had his face buried in the engine of the small airplane she was
about to boarbd. The minute she saw it, her mouth
dropped to her feet. She was scared of flying enough
as it was and the thought of flying in that contraption
made her dizzy with fear.
"Um, excuse me?" she asked as she tapped the guy's
shoulder.
"Yep?" he asked with his face still in the engine.
"Um, is this really the plane I'm riding in?"
"Sure is," he said and then came back up. "That ought to hold her."
"Woah, what?" she asked alarmed. For some reason she didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean 'ought' to hold her?"
He wiped the grease away from his face and put his
faded blue hat over his gray hair. "Don't you worry little lady, this beauty is as safe you can get."
Angie eyed the pathetic looking plane. "I doubt that." She looked over her shoulder and saw two men standing
together, laughing about something. They had hiking
gear, fishing pools. You name it they pretty much had
it. "Are those guys the other passengers?"
"Yep, and another guy, but he's resting inside," he said. "I'm off to get him right now."
The man walked off towards the run down building,
while tucking in his greasy rag in his back pocket. He
pushed open the door and stuck his head in. He saw the
man lounging in his chair, with his orange faded cap
over his eyes. His brown hiking boots were resting on
the chair across from him and he had on a faded blue
jeans and a hooded gray sweatshirt. The pilot let out
a high shrieked whistle and the man jumped in his
seat. "What, what?" he asked alarmed.
"Get your stuff, were taking off in ten minutes."
JC took of his hat and ran his fingers through his
brown hair as he placed it back on his head. He yawned
tiredly as he grabbed his duffle bag and threw it over
his shoulder. His cousin was right. It was a big pain
in the butt to get to his cabin. But he also said it
was worth it. "I'm telling you JC," he had said. "It
might be a pain in the royal ass to get there, but
once your there it's heaven! Totally secluded. It's up
in Canada; I have two cabins up there. It's great."
He eventually twisted his arm and decided to go for it. He wanted to work on some songs, maybe do a little
writing, and as much as he loved being in the studio
he would get interrupted way too much. This way he
could relax for a week and enjoy the silence.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw the woman who was eying the plane warily. And by the look on her face it
seems that she was not excited about the plane ride.
She was a cute girl, probably aging around 21 to 22 he
guessed. She had shoulder length brown hair that was
pulled half up and the blonde hi-lites reflected from
the sun. She had on a pair of casual khaki pants with
a dark blue pull over and hiking boots. With a grin he
walked up to her. "Don't worry, it's not as bad as it
looks."
"Yeah, that's what they always say," she said and then turned to him. "You know I......Well what do you
know..."
JC gave her a strange look. It wasn't the usual
response when he was recognized and he hinted a little
resentment in her voice. "What?"
She put both hands on her hips. "You don't recognize me do you?" She laughed harshly. "Why am I not
surprised, the last time you saw me I was only
fifteen."
He looked at her closely and the he stepped back when he recognized his sister’s best friend growing up. "Angie?"
"Wow," she said sarcastically. "The famous JC Chasez recognizes me after all these years."
"Barely," he said and then looked her up and down.
"You've changed."
"It's called puberty," she shot back.
He grinned. "But your attitude is still the same I
see. Tell me something....how come we never got along
again?"
"Cause you were always a conceited little jerk and
picked on me."
"Oh," he recalled sarcastically. "I remember why,
cause you were a spoiled little brat....I forgot!"
She fumed with anger. "You know I wouldn't be talking, Mr. Nsync. Now that your all rich and famous."
Anger began to build inside him and he wasn't an angry person. Only one person could ever make him mad as
hell and it was Angie Morgan. "You know what, Angie?
My situation is different. I worked my ass off to get
where I am today, but you....you were born into
wealth. You didn't have to lift a thing, all you had
to do was ask daddy and he'd give it to you. So next
time you try to compare the similarities between you
and me....think harder cause I sure can't find one."
He then turned around and left her standing there with her arms crossed and her anger began to rise. When he
was out of range she stamped her foot and let out a
curse. "Damn, him!" Out of all the guys she has met,
he's still the only one that frustrates the hell out
of her!
JC stalked angrily towards the plane, infuriated with her. She sure hadn't changed one bit. Physically, yeah
she's changed a lot. She's no longer the skinny little
brat that loved to pick a fight with him anymore. She
was a woman, and he bet just as arrogant. JC's glance
shifted to the two men who were lifting their cooler
in the luggage compartment. He noticed one of the guys
grip was slipping so he hurried over there to help
them.
"Woah," he said quickly as they almost dropped it but JC caught a piece of it.
"Hey thanks a lot," he said. "It's pretty heavy."
"No kidding," he grunted as all three of them pushed it in the compartment. "What do you got in there?"
"Everything to survive in the woods for a week
basically!" the middle aged man with balding hair and
a bushy mustache said. "We're gonna be one with nature
this week."
"Really? No cabin or anything?"
"Nope," the other guy said, who was a lot taller and had a full set of hair. "We're both divorcees and were
gonna celebrate our freedom this weekend."
JC chuckled at that as they walked up the ladder.
"That's good. I hope you guys have fun," he said as he
walked into the plane. There were only four seats in
this plane and they were all to the left side of the
plane. Angie was already sitting next to the window
and when she saw him, she quickly turned away and
looked outside the window.
He rolled his eyes as he sat down next to her. She
looked back at him. "What are you doing?"
He eyed her. "Um, taking my seat, what does it look
like?"
"Why didn't you sit up there?" she asked annoyingly.
"Because those guys are together, I'm not gonna force
them to split apart just cause we don't get a long.
Grow up."
"Whatever," she said annoyingly as she shifted away again.
"You know," he said in annoyance. "You haven't spoken to me for almost six years. You don't know what I'm
like."
"Well, you don't know how I'm like either," she fought back.
"Well, apparently you haven't changed since you bit my head off without saying a word to you!" She opened her
mouth to argue, but for some reason couldn't think of
anything to say. "What's this?" he said taken back.
"Hotheaded Angie has nothing to say....a shocker!"
"Oh, shove it up your ass," she mumbled and then
looked out the window.
He just laughed as he put on his headphones and leaned back in his seat. He was fast asleep by the time they
had taken off.
He woke up when the plane moved suddenly. "Damn," he said as he shifted up in his seat. "What's going on?"
He then looked over at Angie who looked like a nervous
wreck. She was sitting straight up in her seat and
nervously biting her lip. He could see the worry in
her eyes. "Angie?"
"What?" she snapped as she looked at him.
He held up his hands. "Woah, come down. You just look a little tense."
She looked away and stared straight ahead. "I hate
flying."
"Oh, well. Don't worry about it, we'll be......" He was cut off when the plane jumped again.
"That's the third time it's done that," she said
nervously as she clutched her arms rests. "JC, what if
we crash?"
"I'm sure it's nothing. Just a little turbulence."
"SHIT!" the pilot yelled from the cockpit. The door flew open. "Put your head down now! We're going
down!!"
Angie's started to breath heavily. "Oh, my god," she cried as she put her head down. "This is not
happening."
JC couldn't think when he put his head down. So many things were going through his mind he couldn't pick
one to focus on. People he loved were running in his
mind. His family, the guys....everyone. He looked over
at Angie who was now crying as she buried her hand in
her lap. He reached over and touched her back and he
froze when she turned her head toward him.
He didn't say anything, he just ran his hand down her arm and clasped his hands with hers. He wasn't going
to say anything like, "it's going to be okay," or
"don't worry," because he couldn't. He didn't know
what was going to happen.
He tried to let go of her hand, but she held on. He saw the pleading look in her eyes and understood. He
smiled sadly at her before he closed his eyes, put his
head down and prayed.
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