"I can't believe you forced me into coming to this trip with you." I pout playfully as I tuck my luggage in the overhead compartment before turning around to glare at Nova.

I'm not mad that she forced me into coming but because she tricked into coming. She stole my passport and asked me to meet her at the airport with her contact lenses. I should have known better because Nova never wears her recommended glasses or contacts for that matter. I arrived at the private terminal where her family's plane was, there I saw Hardin, Henry and her with my luggage. She was really packing for me last night and I didn't even realize two suitcases had gone missing until I saw them beside Nova's luggage. Before I could ask what was happening, she came around me and whispered, "you realize you're wearing pyjamas and two completely different colored socks?" I wasn't thinking when I left home, I just wanted to give her contact but I should have known she always get what she wants.

"It's funny to see how much you're pretending to be angry and hate it," she replies and follows one of the hostess to the room at the back of the plane, not even giving me the chance to reply her.

Her words weren't exactly the truth but not necessarily a lie either because I really I don't hate the idea of going on the trip, I'm just angry she didn't trust me enough to make my own decisions. She asked me to think about it, she should have accepted the fact that I didn't want to go but instead she basically forced me and I thought I was done being the pushover friend.

Don't get me wrong, I love Nova and almost everything about her but she loves being control of other people's life and me being who I am, I don't know how to ask her to back off without hurting her.

I just solved my problems at work and now I'm leaving for two weeks, an unplanned trip which just disrupt my life because the deadline to bring the I'm working on collection to the boutique is this Wednesday, in two days time, which just means I will be fired. My phone isn't working well, I can't call them and it would be rude of me to send a message...

This just gave me an idea. I could email them, since they reached out to me via email. I could do the same without sounding lame.

"Hey!"

I turn my head to see Henry walking down the aisle of seats to sit in front of me. There are literally four more empty spaces.

"Hi!" I give him a polite smile, and raising my hand without thinking and when the action registers, I freeze, everything resulting in a small awkward wave before strapping in. Death by plane crash is another thing that made me Most Fear list.

Henry looks like an all american jock with his new hairstyle. I can't believe I noticed his new hairdo. He crosses his leg over the other and looks at with some kind of uncertain expression like he's trying to figure me out. He can try but he won't find anything.

"You cancelled our date out of nowhere without an explanation and I called like a billion times later, you never picked. Are you trying to telling me something?" He says in an almost angry tone. I would say angry but not trying to be or angry and restraining his tone so that he wouldn't sound angry.

"I told you I wasn't feeling well and I didn't pick your calls because I... My phone isn't working well, so..." He can't expect me to apologize after I apologized and gave him reasons for not going on the date.

"What's wrong with your phone?" Another voice asks from the seat opposite me on the other side of the aisle. Hardin. I tried to ignore him. I didn't even acknowledge him when he greeted me earlier. I wanted to get through this flight without worrying about him because I'm going to be spending the next two weeks living with him in the same house. But looking at him now, I can't ignore the way he looks, how good looking he is. He's wearing a purple long sleeve tee with a black jeans. The rubber band on his wrist looks familiar but I can't remember where I've seen it. It's probably Nova's but I don't know, I don't think so.

Anyway he looks smoking hot and I'm not supposed to be thinking about him like this, so I'll just answer his question and go to sleep.

"I don't know, the speaker just stopped working, but I can't still use for other things like text messages and..." I trail off realizing that I don't have to tell him any of this.

"Can I get you something to drink, Miss Wheeler?" The flight attendant asks as she checks if my seatbelt is done.

I shake my head. "No thanks, I'm good." Giving her a polite smile. She gives me a nod before turning to Henry to ask if he needs something and he does.

Sighing, I lean my head against the seat and look out the window, minutes later I'm falling asleep.

***

A gentle shake on the shoulder wakes me up. I flutter my eyes open to see Nova standing over me. "Wake up sleepy head, we're here," she says.

I hum and make a move to stretch but I remember the seatbelt, and the feeling of an unexpected warm, soft wool makes me look down to see a blanket wrapped around me. "Thank you for putting a blanket on me," I whisper to her before letting out a big yawn.

She blinks before answering, "I didn't."

I draw my eyebrows together. "You didn't?"

She shakes her head. "No." She walks to where Hardin is offloading the bags off the space.

"Who did?"

Please don't say Henry, please. I would hate for that guy to do something nice for me.

"Nate did," she replies and stands on her toe to press a kiss on his cheek before walking away.

I look at him the same time he looks at me. He gives me a small smile before facing the task at hand. I close my eyes and groan. "Oh no," I murmur.

He literally told me he loves Nova and he is planning on marrying her, of course he is, the ring is the only thing that wants me to keep my eyes shut forever because of how they glitter when the ray of sun shines on them. The point is he should know better than to be nice to me. We have history and I have feelings that I'm trying hard to bury in the deepest, darkest part of my mind. Him doing little things like this would make it more hard to get over him.

But to be honest, do I really want to get over him? I know, it's a stupid question and I shouldn't even be asking myself that kind of question because he is with someone else, but I can say that my moments with him were the best. It was a full and real genuine feeling I've ever felt in years. When I look at him I remember our shared moonlight tales, I remember how comfortable I was with someone else that wasn't Nova. I was myself around him and to get over him would mean those moments would become a memory and as time goes on it would fade because memory fades.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand up with the blanket still around me. I remove it and fold it nicely before dropping it on the seat I just vacated. I get on my toe and open the space I kept my luggage in the overhead compartment and reach to grab it but another set of hands reach above mine and pull the black suitcase out.

I tense because I can feel him so close behind me. Holding my breath as the familiar smell of his cologne hits my nose.

"There you go," he says as he steps away from me, breaking the little moment.

I tuck my lips inward and sigh. That happened. That freaking happened. I let out a deep breath before turning around to an empty space. He's gone.

Just let it go, Dawn. I tell myself as I bend to grab my heavy suitcase, wondering what Nova packed. As long as it's from my wardrobe, I don't mind.

I carry it out of the plane and drop it when one of the men dressed in black suit, probably one of Nova's bodyguard. Yeah, she does have one. He takes the suitcase and leads me to the SUV. I climb in and look back to see Hardin and Nova sitting at the back seat, leaving me to share the middle with Henry.

"Great!" I mutter and take my seat. I buckle my seatbelt and press my head against the window and shut my eyes.

"Don't tell me you're going to sleep again, after seven hours." The annoying voice that belongs to Henry says beside me. I don't mind it because I would rather sleep than listen to Hardin and Nova profess their undying love to each other. But what he says next makes me snap. "You are right Nova, she is one hell of a sleeper."

I remove my head from the window and glare at him. "How about you shut the up and mind your own freaking business."

He chuckles nervously and raises his hand up in surrender. "I was just joking, I'm sorry."

"She's always cranky when she wakes up, just ignore her," Nova chirps in from behind.

I ignore her because she's not right. I'm not cranky because I just woke up and I have so much to be upset about when it comes to her, but I don't say anything, instead I ignore her and watch the road as we drive.

Welcome to St Kitts and Nevis.

***

The car pulls up in front of a two storey Villa. As we're coming I notice the clear blue waters around us. The beach with sprawling brown sands and sky high palm trees. Lots of coconuts drink and this actually reminds of Miami. Not far from the Villa are rows of bungalow hidden behavior green trees.

Maybe this isn't all bad.

I don't wait for the driver to come get the door as I open and climb down. I stretch my body as I inhale the distinctive smell of the ocean. I've always wanted to visit the South Carribeans, I even imagine moving here when I'm done achieving all my goal. Just look at all this beauty.

"Yasss!" Nova exclaims as places her hands on my shoulder and uses it to lift herself up to jumps on me from behind, wrapping her legs around me. Piggybacking.

I spread my arms out and swirl on the spot. "Get off me monkey."

She jumps down and turns me around to face her, the excitement is full on her face but one look at my face and she knows something is up, and she can guess what's going on.

"You're angry," she states and steps closer, "I'm sorry."

"For?"

She blinks and lists everything she's sorry for. "Tricking you here and telling Henry that you're always cranky when you wake up. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." She purses her lips out and uses the cute puppy eyes to plead with me.

"Why do you even want me here? You deserve some alone time with your fiance."

"We're getting married in three months, and I think we won't have more time together after because we're going to be planning the wedding and after the wedding is the long honeymoon, and I would move out. You'll be busy with your new boutique, we'll hardly see each and I want this two weeks to be about this. It would have been just us but I couldn't leave Nate, so please forgive me." She explains.

They're getting married in three months time. I didn't know that. How did I not know that?

She makes a good point.

I sigh and give in. "Fine. The next two weeks is all about friendship." I agree and look forward to see Hardin staring at me. Not Nova. Me.

I have a feeling the next fourteen days will be more than friendship.

"Thank you," she says, giving me one of her biggest smile. "Come, let's check out the house."