I walked down the aisle of the plane, a duffel bag across my shoulder and my backpack in my hands. My pillow was stuffed into the bottom of the duffel bag along with many spare clothes. Even if we were going to be gone for three days, I’d still brought about three different spare outfits just in case something happened. My friend slid into the seat, right by the window.

"Stupid rat. I wanted the window seat."

I grumbled, though she knew not to take it seriously. I plopped beside her, a frown plastered on my lips but amusement still shining through my dark irises.

"On the way back, I’m getting the window seat or I’ll flush you down the toilet."

I teased, poking my elbow into her ribs "accidentally" while buckling in.