“Ladies and Gentleman, please fasten your seatbelts, we are beginning our decent, into LAX Airport.” I was awoken by one of the air hostesses, over the PA.

Oh crap! Did I really make-out with Zacky Vengeance? I’m not sure I want to look. Ah fuck it. I take a quick look to my left, and, lo and behold, there he is. I can’t help but smile to myself.

I made out with Zacky Vengeance…. Nice going me. Self-five. “What are you ginning about?” says the slumbering Zacky having a big yawn.

“Oh nothing. I just thought of a joke an old friend once told me. It seems ironic now.” I reply, smiling at the nostalgia.

“Care to enlighten me?” Zacky says as he sits up and looks at me.
I turn to face him. Oh God! Those eyes, those beautiful green eyes. Shit! What was I gonna say?
“Hello? Are you alright?” Chuckles Zacky.

“I’m not the kind of girl who shares secrets with strangers.” I finally reply.

“Are you the kind of girl that makes out with a guy she’s just met?” He smiles a sly smile. Oh yeah? Two can play at that game.

“Are you the kind of guy that comes to sit next to a girl, just because she has an amazing Tatt?” There! That should shut him up.

“I don’t know what came over me. Now answer my question.”

“No guy has ever been worthy of that kind of attention.” I answer.

“And I am?”

I sigh and look up at him with a small smile, and say, “Apparently so.”

“If you tell me your secret, I’ll tell you mine.” He asks with a mischievous smile.
I roll my eyes and sigh with defeat

“Fine. A friend of mine was mocking a psychic she had recently gone to, and had it in her mind that she could come up with the shit that medium could. So, she told me, in that weird voodoo, kind of voice, and said ‘You will meet someone famous on your next flight.’ This is my first plane trip in 10 years.”

“Ahhh…. Ok. That is very creepy indeed. Why is this, your first plane trip in 10 years?”

“Well, not only could I never afford it, but… I’m afraid of flying, and heights.”
And at that the plane begins to descend more rapidly, and I grip my seat tighter. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Zacky holds my hand, and I squeeze it. God damn I hate flying! I close my eyes, and start to take deep breaths. The whole time, Zacky was watching me intently, and gently caressing my hand. It made me feel more at ease.
There was only one other person in the whole world that ever made me feel as relaxed and as calm as Zacky did at that moment, and she was dead now. I have never felt so swept away by a man before, why start now? I have to be quick, and stop this. But, I just don’t feel the need to… This really is strange! I barely know him. Ok! There has to be some kind of Voodoo shit going on here. This is not me.