Smoked Success

2.

- Jessica's POV -

Oh my, I can't believe I'm finally doing this. I'm finally following my dream, of being as independent as I can. No parents, just Christian and I. I still didn't find a job, but I hope it's going to be fine. I've been in the airport for an hour now.

I can't wait to see Christian, I really hope he hasn't lost any weight. He says he's fine, but I think his diet lately has been shit. I mean he lived without his parents before and he was healthy, but he had a girlfriend that was probably pushing him to be healthy? Should I expect junk food? My students were very shocked when they realized I'm leaving, they said they'd miss me but I don't know, especially freshmans.

I'll sort of miss being in a European country, and the British accents, and people thinking I'm American. But hey, let's look on the bright side. I'll get to be in New York, known as, The Big Apple! How amazing is that? Plus, nobody will bother asking about my nationality.

The best thing about this is the fact that I'll get to see Christian again. I missed cuddling with him, our kisses, our lame jokes, oh and when we stay in while the others would go out. He says he's sharing a room with his colleague, which means less privacy.

I really hope this is going to be fine.

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My flight's delayed, ugh. I really hope I go to the US eventually. This is what happens when you go economy class.

I wish going to The United States was as easy is going from London to Cheshire. Christmas was really awful the first time it was with Grandma. She didn't know what to get me, so she asked my aunt to get me something. My aunt got me a perfume, I'm not a fan of fruity fragrances so I never used it. My gifts weren't so bad, or were they?

Clueless as fuck.

I really wish I can sleep but I'm afraid I'd miss the flight if I do, so I just listen to music. Some singers have been producing really good songs these days.

Music has always been bæ so we can't judge, it's always an escape from stuff, a way to express your feelings...

It's shocking, how fast life changes. I really hope, it's gonna go well because so far it's been good to everyone. I can't believe I'm already 23 years old, being 20 feels like it was just yesterday, fuck. Christian is supposedly the one to pick me up, but I don't really know if it's going to change or not since I have no idea when my flight is.

"Miss, are you on the flight going to New York?" An old man next to me asks, with an American accent. The poor guy he seems very clueless.

"The one on British Airways?" I ask, trying to get more information so I can help him.

"I don't know, really." He says, looking tired as hell. He hands me the papers the airport people gave him. "This is all they gave me."

He's on British Airways, same flight.

"Yes Sir I'm on that flight." I assure him, get up and give him my seat.

"When is the flight leaving?" He asks, full of hope.

"So far, I don't know. I'm just waiting them to mention it out loud." I tell him, running a hand through my hair.

"My sons are supposed to wait for me in the airport, do they know?" He asks, I swear he's a lost puppy.

"Do you have any way to communicate with them?" I sigh. Old people are tiring, they forget everything.

"My son gave me this phone I never use." He says, damn he's really old.

"Can I have it for two minutes please?" I ask.

"Sure." He says, handing me the phone.

I look up in his contacts, there were two contacts Smith and Leticia. I guess Leticia's his wife maybe? I'll try calling Smith, he did mention his son was waiting for him.

Here I am, calling a person I don't know so I can help an elderly, damn.

"Hello, who's that?" You can hear a guy's voice answering, he seems like an adult.

"Well first of all, I'm Jessica, I'm in the airport with your father. I guess you're Mister Smith?" I formally start, I'm pretty sure he's shocked because I'm calling with my phone number.

"Is he here yet?" He asks, sighing.

"No, the flight's delayed." I clear my throat. "He wanted to make sure you're not waiting for him in the airport."

"When is the flight supposed to arrive?" He questions.

Do I fucking look like a person that knows.

"No idea." I simply answer him.

"Just call me when you arrive." He says. "I have to go."

and he hangs up, fuck.

"He'll be waiting for you sir." I lie, Smith didn't seem that happy.

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It's been hours, John, the old guy and I, have been talking ever since. He's really cool, but he's lost. His son, Smith, booked this trip to London so his father can enjoy a little time out of the United States. He seems like one of these persons that have been abandoned by their children, Smith didn't bother texting once to check on the flight's time.

Christian texted me twice, he's told me that all flights to New York are late. I hope everything turns out fine. Our flight's supposedly in an hour, John's resting. I'm very excited for Murica! Okay that's exaggerated, but hey, no one will ask for my accent and stuff. Which is something I will sort of miss, as weird as it sounds.

I really want to be a teacher in university, it's like a dream for me. My dreams are very simple I know, but that's all I want. I have two months to find a job or else I'm fucked. I don't care if they think I'm too young, or if they want a person that's really experienced, I can do it if you give me a chance for god's sake. 

I have been trying my best for as long as I can remember, but I always get rejected because of my age. What's really nice about America is the fact that I won't have to explain that I was raised by my mother not my father. I'm glad most people have an American accent. 

Is there a word that defines age discrimination? Agination? I don't know, let me look that up. 

Damn, it exists, it's called Ageism. There's a word for everything nowadays, damn. 

I miss Angelina so much already, I've seen her yesterday what on earth is wrong with me? She's two now oh god she's growing up so fast. 

Angelina is my adoptive daughter, she's not on my custody though. I had adopted her mother when she was 14 and her mom had had sex, and died while giving birth. So her father took her custody and stuff like that. I get to see her whenever I'm free. 

"British Airways flight to JFK, please head to gate 9!" I hear through the speakers of the room. Finally god, finally. 

I wake John up and text Christian, I miss him a lot now. I head to the gate with John, it's happening oh my god! They tear the bigger part of the ticket and tell us to head to the bus. 

I can't believe in less than 12 hours I'd be in another continent. 

VIVA AMERICA!
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Well hello readers, so long no see? I have missed you all and hope you have enjoyed this chapter, though I thought it was pretty mainstream. The good stuff are yet to come. 

Thank you all for your support, I appreciate it lots. 
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