As Kevin boarded the plane, he found his seat and sat anxiously. He had no idea what it was that compelled him to try to find Taylor in some freezing cold foreign country. All he knew is that he had to find Taylor and have a talk with her. A long talk with her. For three years, he had been pursuing her. He remembered how he chased that black BMW through the South Coast Plaza parking garage. He sighed and shook his head at that thought. Then, a flight attendant came up to him and said in a sweet, friendly British accent:
"Here. Let me get these bags for you."
She took Kevin's carry-on bags and put them in the compartment above the seats.
Kevin smiled at the flight attendant and said "Thanks." He looked at her and saw that she was so pretty. Kevin continued to look at her admirably and noticed that she looked like Vivica A. Fox.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?", the flight attendant asked him in a friendly tone.
"Umm...uh...what's your name?", Kevin asked nervously.
The flight attendant grinned a sweet grin to Kevin and answered, "Rochelle."
"Rochelle", Kevin said as he smiled, "That's a beautiful name."
"Thanks", Rochelle smiled at Kevin.
"Are you married?", Kevin eagerly asked Rochelle.
Rochelle laughed and started to walk away. Then, she turned back to him, smiled, and answered him, "No." Kevin smiled and laughed a little as he looked at Rochelle.
The plane's engines started up, and the plane began to slowly creep forward on the taxiway. The plane pulled to the runway and began to gain speed. One hundred yards behind the plane, a Ford Explorer driven by Vanessa Rosencrans-Montrose fishtailed around a corner, and broke through the fence as it entered the runway at 55 miles per hour. Vanessa straightened out the car, and floored down the gas pedal. The speedometer needle went past 75 and the car began to catch up to the plane. As the car now ran alongside the plane at 90 miles per hour, Vanessa and Sarah tried to take a peek at Kevin inside the airplane through the windows. The speedometer was maxed out at 85, but the car was at least going 100 miles per hour when Vanessa and Sarah caught a split-second glimpse of Kevin flirting with a flight attendant. The next second, the plane quickly pulled away and the car was trailing behind the plane's tail. The plane took off from the ground and Vanessa slammed on the brakes on the car and cut the steering wheel hard to the left. The car spun around once and came to a quick halt as it leaned heavily forward. Vanessa and Sarah got out of the car and watched the plane climb up in the sky and head for Buffalo, New York.
"So...what are we gonna do now?", Sarah asked and looked at Vanessa cover fer face, shake her head, and sigh.
An hour later...
Inside the plane, Kevin sat down on his seat reading a trashy romance novel he stole from Sarah's room at the party. He had a stupid grin on his face as he read the book. He then looked up, looked across the airplane cabin, and saw Rochelle serving coffee. He put the book down and looked at Rochelle. As she walked down the aisle, Kevin saw a guy stand up and open fire into the ceiling and yell out in some strange language. Rochelle hit the floor and the airplane passengers started screaming and fearing for their innocent lives. The terrorist fired another shot into the back of a seat, but the bullet was too high to hit the small child sitting in that seat. The terrorist then yelled in a thick middle-Eastern accent that he demanded the pilot turn the plane towards Iraq. Kevin, still tired from waking up early, sat and wondered why this idiot hijacked a plane headed for Buffalo, New York. 'Oh, well', he thought, 'Ya might as well just accept it.'
Then, the terrorist did something that made Kevin really mad. The terrorist grabbed Rochelle and put the gun to her head. Kevin turned to the terrorist and gave him an angry look. The terrorist threw Rochelle to the floor and headed for the cockpit. Kevin, now furiated, stomped towards the terrorist, went up behind him, and grabbed the back of his coat. The terrorist quickly turned around and pointed the gun at Kevin. Kevin then fell to the ground and started screaming like a girl.
"Oh, my God, he's gonna kill me!", Kevin wimpered like a terrified puppy.
"Oh, my hero", Rochelle sarcastically secretly said to Kevin as she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
The terrorist then continued to quickly walk towards the cockpit. Kevin looked back and saw Rochelle on the floor, then got up and again furiously came up behind the terrorist. Kevin tapped the terrorist's shoulder and crossed his arms. As the terrorist turned his back, Kevin threw a hard punch to the terrorist's face and made him fall face down to the floor. Rochelle jumped up, hugged Kevin, and began kissing him.
Then Kevin woke up.
The plane landed in Buffalo, New York and Kevin got up and stretched. He took his carry-on luggage, looked around for Rochelle, but he did not find her. Kevin got out from the plane, walked into the airport, and found a guy in a black Russian coat holding a sign with his name on it. Kevin approached the man, observed him, and said, "Yes?"
"Follow me", the man said to Kevin in a Russian accent and walked solemly outside the airport terminal.
Kevin looked around suspiciously, then wiped his upper lip and took wide steps following the man. The man led Kevin to an old black Mercedes 450 sedan, took his bags, and put them into the trunk. Kevin tried to take a peek inside the trunk to see if there was a guy tied up in there or something. The man opened the back door, Kevin got in the car, sat in the back seat, and paused to wonder what in the heck was going on. The Russian guy got in the driver's seat and started to drive down the airport road.
"I take you to Miss Morrison's house, yes?", the driver asked Kevin in a Russian accent.
"Umm...yeah", Kevin answered and nodded his head, looking around still trying to find out what was going on.
After a while of silence, Kevin tried to spark up a conversation. "Cool hat", he commented the driver's fuzzy Russian-style cap. The driver gave no reply and the silence continued. Kevin then broke the silence again and said to the driver, "Ya know, you should work on your people skills. Sometime I should take you to one of my parties and introduce you to some of my friends". "On second thought...", Kevin continued, "A party might not be a good idea. That's how I ended up here", Kevin said as he nodded his head in agreement to himself.
A short while after, they arrived at the Canadian border. The driver stopped and showed the Border Patorl officer his ID, and then slowly pulled away from the checkpoint.
"Wow...you made it look easy", Kevin calmly and casually said to the driver, but received no reply.
Another short while later, the black Mercedes pulled to the sidewalk in front of a condominium. Kevin then got out of the car, got his bag out of the trunk, and the car sped off as if Kevin was kicked out. Kevin walked towards the building, and noticed the black BMW he had been chasing three years earlier parked by the curb. Kevin walked to the front door, and pressed the button next to Taylor's name. Kevin stood around and waited for a while, then received a reply.
"Yes?", Taylor replied over the intercom in a sweet voice.
"Umm...Taylor, this is Kevin", Kevin nervously identified himself.
Taylor then unlocked the door through the intercom and Kevin entered the building. Kevin came to Taylor's apartment, stood around for a while, and waited again. Taylor quickly opened the door, grabbed Kevin by his shirt, and dragged him in.
"Kevin, there's something I need to tell you", Taylor said to him and looked into his eyes.
"What is it?", Kevin asked in a soft tone in response to Taylor's seriousness.
"Kevin, I'm pregnant with your baby", Taylor said to Kevin with seriousness.
"Oh, my God", Kevin said to himself unbelievingly as he walked in and closed the door behind him.
to be continued.....
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