But Tonight My Heart Stings...

Too much traveling leads to too much thinking on my part. Not to mention the in-flight movies have that tendency to absolutely su...ooo Grease! Maybe this won't be that terrible, for two hours anyway. While the end credits for the previous movie roll I glance around the small first class cabin. Sometimes I love flying first class on an economy plane. I can get my people watching fill without most of them actually knowing who I am. Don't get me wrong, private planes are great when I need an ego boost or just time to sleep but it's just not the same.

In the seat next to me Jade wakes from a small cat nap. Across the aile Hunter and Adam are playing what looks like Rummy but not being a card buff myself I'm not too sure. The last game they tried to teach me was Asshole and yeah, that went over real well. The bastards. Jade stretches his legs, drawing my attention back to our side of the plane, which reminds me, "I got you a juice when she came around. You looked too adorable to wake up."

He scowls but thanks me and asks what movie is coming on. "Grease. Something I can sing along to finally." Sitting his chair upright, he settles in to watch the movie with me. I've moved the armrest so I could bring my knees up to rest my chin on. "What part are you gonna be Jade?" I ask turning my head slightly.

"Want me to be the Kenickie to your Rizzo this time?"

If he only knew..."Think you can handle it, stud?" I give him a wink and turn back to the small screen.

"Only one way to find out," he says. The tease. I swear, sometimes I think he does it intentionally, like I'm some rabid fangirl or something. Other times I almost think he means it. For the fans it's smexy Jade, for the cameras it's goofy Jade, for the press it's Ninja Jade, and for me it's just Jade. Quiet, relaxed, and extremely hard to read. On certain subjects he's very expressive, especially if it's where we're going to eat. But at times like these the line between truth and sarcasm is extremely fine. I like to think of myself as a master in the art of "Jade speak" where the simple flip of his hair could mean instant death.

But, alas , no. I'm still a pupil.

Over the low din from coach I hear Jade's voice start on his first part. As the lunch scene returns to the pink ladies I hear laughter to my left.

"Just keep it down ladies."

"Shut up Hunter," Jade grumbled back. Someone's not fully awake yet. I glance at Jade and smile. Someone isn't going to be awake for much longer either. Damn, and we're getting close to my solo too. Oh well, probably better he doesn't hear me singing it to him anyway.

Sure enough, here comes my big solo and Jade's head is facing me, peaceful and serene with his hair covering half of it. I reposition myself so I'm facing him as well, my head resting against the seat, singing to him softly in his sleep.

There are worse things I could do
Than go with a boy, or two.
Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true
But there are worse things I could do

I could flirt with all the guys
Smile at them and bat my eyes
Press against them when we dance
Make them think they stand a chance
Then refuse to see it through
That's a thing I'd never do

I could stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right
Take cold showers everyday and throw my life away
On a dream that won't come true

I could hurt someone like me
Out of spite or jealousy
I don't steal and I don't lie
but I can feel And I can cry
A fact I'll bet you never knew

Gently I brush the two tone hair from his face and finish the song.

But to cry in front of you
That's the worst thing I could do.

Jade's hand finds mine and I hear a mumbled "Love you Riz" tumble from his lips. A small lump forms in my throat and barely above a whisper I tell him that I love him too.

But he'll never know.

That ring on his finger tells me so.


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