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Sebastian Beachley - Present Day - China Eastern Airlines Airplane
"No! Water! Wa-ter! The clear stuff. You know, H2O?" Sebastian groaned out in frustration as he tried to explain to the stuardess, who he was certain didn't speak a lick of English, what it was that he wanted to drink. It was a long flight from Shangai, China to Los Angeles, California - 14 hours to be exact, and the beverage cart only came around once every few hours. And each time it did, Sebastian would request water and end up with something else entirely.
"Ooh! Juice! You want juice?" The stuardess picked up one of the clear, plastic cups and started to pour him juice.
"Wa. Ter. Water. WATER!"
"Okay. Here juice." The stuardess handed Sebastian the beverage, a bright smile on her oriental face, seeming pleased about something Sebastian couldn't even fathom before she moved to the next row, speaking Chinese to get their order.
Sebastian had no choice, it was either juice or be parched for another few hours until they got his request wrong, again.
"Last time I take China Eastern Airlines." Sebastian grumbled to himself, slumping against the window of the plane and sipped at his juice.
It was quite the ordeal to travel from one side of the world to the other. Living in Australia and wanting a holiday to America took quite a bit of effort, and patience, something Sebastian wasn't exactly known for throughout any time of his life. First a car ride from Bells Beach to Melbourne, then a plane from Melbourne to Shangai - Shangai to Los Angeles and then finally, another plane from Los Angeles to Lake Tahoe where he could finally get to surprise his best friend, Eliza. The two of them hadn't been able to talk much lately, what with her snowboarding and his motocross seasons starting. It was sheer luck that brought the two of them to meet one another - a shared sponser that held certain world-wide events that had them bumping into each other quite often in their starting seasons. But as they got older, even though their Sponser stayed the same, their competitions grew more intense, and kept to their sport rather than a medly of various sports at the same time. They kept in contact though, Skype truly was a wonderful invention. They took turns taking time off to visit the other, once a year. And even though Sebastian had been the last one to visit, he knew that a surprise visit for Eliza's Snow Fest was just something he couldn't pass up. His last album release did really well with his band, landing him a few extra bucks he could spare for a spur-of-the-moment ticket, and now he found himself on an over-populated plane where he was sure he was the only one that spoke English.
Was the sun following the plane? Or the plane following the sun? With the drastic time zone difference between countries, Sebastian lost track of how it really all worked. It seemed to be daylight for hours, and then suddenly, nighttime. Did he sleep during two different nightime cycles? In only fourteen hours? It was highly confusing and his simple mind simply couldn't retain any more information.
He impatiently tapped at the window, subconsiously to a rhythmic beat he had been working on for their new album and counted clouds that hovered below them and tried to make shapes out of them to pass the time. The Asian male that sat next to him shot Sebastian a rather irritated look before adjusting the volume on the TV screen embedded into the back of the seat that was positioned in front of him, making sure his earplugs made a tighter seal and attempted to drown Sebastian out. It took every ounce of will power to keep Sebastian from making a face at the man, but he soon grew bored of his most recent way to stay entertained and sat back straight in his chair, tapping his fingers on his legs in the same beat.
"Alright." Sebastian squirmed around in his seat, trying to locate the seatbelt and eventually managed to free himself, standing up and let out a rather loud sigh of relief as he was able to stretch his legs. Then, turning to the man that kept Sebastian parted from the isle, he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to let the man know that he wanted out. When the man didn't even so much as give him a second glance, Sebastian loudly (and quite obnoxiously) cleared his throat, and when that didn't even work, he gently tapped the man's shoe with the toe of his shoe, which seemed to immediately get the man's attention.
"I gotta pee." Sebastian explained, though he didn't know why he bothered.
"Shénme." the man responded, giving Sebastian a rather bland look, which made the teen roll his eyes.
"Pee! Releasing of the waters! Draining the main vein! Relief!" Sebastian tried, hopeful that there was some kind of key word the man would understand, even if just to get him to move so he could go past.
"Nǐ shuō shénme?"
Sebastian groaned, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.
"I don't speak Chinese! Why don't they have English speaking people on an international flight? This makes no sense! You know what? Forget it. Baked potato. Bicycle icicle, icing frosting Jack freaking Frost." Sebastian kept spouting off a slew of random words, his tone increasing in annoyance until finally the man started to get the hint and got up for Sebastian to move past him. "Bumblebee Tuna!" Sebastian waved off the man in a sort of thanks, taking to the isle to find one of the planes bathrooms that were hopefully unoccupied.
"God, Eli. The shit I do for you sometimes..."
Checking his watch, Sebastian groaned. He had another 10 hours to go.
