I look out my window as the wet pavement moves along under the plane. The plane is backing away from the airport and onto the runway. Soon we’ll be in the sky and my wonderful weekend with Ashley will come to an end. We’re on our way home, leaving Detroit. She had flown the two of us there to see one of her dad’s concerts on Thursday night. Now it is Sunday morning and I so do not want to leave this weekend behind.
"Spence, you okay?" Ashley nudges me out of my thoughts.
"What? Oh. Yeah, I’m fine."
"What are you thinking about?"
"This weekend was great. I don’t want to go home," I pout.
She laughs, "It doesn’t have to be the last time we get away, Spencer. There can be many more." She takes my hand in hers.
"Good. I look forward to them. How about we get off this plane and hop on one to Miami?"
"Nice try. But we have school tomorrow, Einstein."
"Since when do you care about school?" I ask.
"Since I care about you and your future. And I want to be able to keep calling you Einstein."
"Great. Another nickname."
"You love them," she smiles.
"Yeah, yeah." I say.

The plane picks up speed and I put my head back. Man these first class seats are comfy. The front of the plane lifts off the ground, then the back. We tilt towards the sky until we reach cruising altitude.
"Hello this is your captain speaking. We’ve reached cruising altitude and we expect a smooth four hour flight to Los Angelos. We ask that you please keep your seatbelt fastened when seated. Please sit back and enjoy the flight, flight attendants will be coming around with complimentary drinks."

"Oh don’t you just love these long flights?" Ashley says sarcastically.
"Ohh yes, they’re my favorite."

A flight attendant came by our row with her drink cart. "Can I get you ladies anything to drink?" she asks sweetly.
"I’ll just have water, please," I say.
"Yeah, um…could I get a Jack and Coke?" Ashley asks as I shoot her a sharp glance.
"Yes, can I see some ID?" the flight attendant responds.
"Uhh…nevermind. I’ll just have a Coke." The attendant serves us and moves along down the aisle. "Man I was counting on her not to ask for ID." Ashley says.
"Well I’m glad she asked. I don’t need a four hour flight with a drunk girlfriend."
"Sure, sure. Anyway, what do you think of the mile high club?"
"The what?"
"The mile high club. You know, people who have sex on planes."
I raise my eyebrows. "Hmm…," I ponder while Ashley looks at me anxiously. "I’ll consider it."
"Really?" she exclaims. "I mean…oh. Really," she says more smoothly.
I just smile and put my head back, staring out the window at the fluffy clouds below us.