Isabelle flipped through her YM magazine, not even bothering to look at the articles or pictures.
"Izzy, I'm going to sit over by Charlie, ok?" Lisa asked.
"Yeah, whatever." Isabelle answered not even looking up.
Lisa left and Isabelle sat back and closed her eyes.
"Isabelle? Are you awake?" A.J. asked quietly as he walked up from first class.
"Yeah, I'm awake, what's up" Isabelle said opening her eyes.
"Nothing really. What made you come all the way back here, out of first class?" Isabelle said jokingly.
"Hey, sorry about the mix up, you were supposed top be in first class with us." A.J. said apologeticly.
"Hey, that's no problem, it's ok, I like it back here anyway." Isabelle said.
"Cool, so, you never told me about the Lillith Fair, did you have a good time?" A.J. asked, as Isabelle turned in her seat uncomfortably.
"Yeah, it was great. So . . . what did you do that day?" Isabelle asked trying to change the subject.
"Nothing, taking care of my sister, she was really sick, she still kinda is, maybe you shouldn't go near her, she can spread it around." A.J. said.
"I really don't think that will be a problem, A.J."
A.J. laughed.
"Hey, uh, I'd love to talk and everything, but I should get some sleep before we land, ok?" Isabelle said.
"Um . . . ok, but I really wanted to know what happened at the concert." A.J. said getting up.
"A.J. why are you obsessing about this? A bunch of women played on a stage, and that's it." Isabelle said.
"Alright, see you later, honey." A.J. said and leaned down and kissed Isabelle passionately. He left shortly. Isabelle sat up straight and faced forward, she had never been called "honey" before, or kissed so forcly, she didn't like it, especially because she didn't really like him like that.
* * * * *(Later that night at the Hotel Restaurant)* * * * *
Isabelle, A.J., Taylor, Courtney, Zac and Isaac were sitting at a table chatting cheerfully. Courtney was complaining to the waitresses, and embrassing everyone at the table, everyone was annoyed with her, if her spoon didn't have a spot on it, the food was cold, of course, everyone else didn't find anything wrong with anything, just Courtney. Taylor was about to crawl under the table.
A.J. leaned over to Isabelle, and puts his hand on her leg.
"Hey, A.J., I'm eating." Isabelle said, shoving his hand off her theigh.
"Sorry." He said continuing to eat normally, while Courtney bickered with the waitress.
