Read Online IMAGINES: Celebrity Encounters Starring You by Anna Todd, Blair Holden, Rachel Aukes, Ashley Winters, Leigh Ansell, Doeneseya Bates, Scarlett Drake, A. Evansley, Kevin Fanning, Ariana Godoy, Debra Goelz, Bella Higgin, Kora Huddles, Annelie Lange, E. Latimer, Bryony Leah, Jordan Lynde, Laiza Millan, Peyton Novak, C.M. Peters, Michelle Jo, Dmitri Ragano, Elizabeth A. Seibert, Rebecca Sky, Karim Soliman, Kate J. Squires, Steffanie Tan, Kassandra Tate, Katarina E. Tonks, Marcella Uva, Tango Walker, Bel Watson, Jen Wilde - Free Book Online
Authors: Anna Todd, Blair Holden, Rachel Aukes, Ashley Winters, Leigh Ansell, Doeneseya Bates, Scarlett Drake, A. Evansley, Kevin Fanning, Ariana Godoy, Debra Goelz, Bella Higgin, Kora Huddles, Annelie Lange, E. Latimer, Bryony Leah, Jordan Lynde, Laiza Millan, Peyton Novak, C.M. Peters, Michelle Jo, Dmitri Ragano, Elizabeth A. Seibert, Rebecca Sky, Karim Soliman, Kate J. Squires, Steffanie Tan, Kassandra Tate, Katarina E. Tonks, Marcella Uva, Tango Walker, Bel Watson, Jen Wilde
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successfully don your (potentially) lifesaving mask. And seeing as your current seatmate is a sorority girl in snowflake-covered leggings and sequined fluffy boots—who has spent the better part of eight hundred miles sighing dramatically every time your elbow so much as touches hers on the armrest—your chances of dying from oxygen deprivation are fairly substantial should the flight go pear-shaped.
A flight attendant with a company-approved smile appears at the front of the cabin to direct passengers on connecting flights, and you try to remember whether the pilot mentioned where you’re being diverted to; she’s awfully chipper for it to be someplace good. You glance at sorority girl and wonder if it’s worth interrupting what appears to be an entertaining read (if the heavingbosom on the paperback’s cover is anything to go by), but decide self-reliance is a noble endeavor and peek out the tiny window instead. Unfortunately, it’s dark, the edge of the glass is etched with a crystalline layer of frost, and geography never really was your strong suit.
Maybe I can finish up my Christmas shopping in the airport, you think. There’s absolutely no shame in buying gifts at the airport when it’s your only option. Never mind all the procrastinating you did before you left—you were too distraught over losing Agatha the Cat.
Gosh, you miss her. It doesn’t even matter that technically she was never your cat. You’re the one who fed her and bought her catnip toys and a halter and took her for walks so she could jump in the leaves and bully the prissy little dogs you met in the park. You’re the one who knit her tiny sweaters when the weather turned chilly. Cheating Slimeball (also known as Jeremy) would never knit her sweaters. Hell, he left all of her toys and her little blue leash on the kitchen counter when he left, right beside her monogrammed porcelain dish. Scumbag.
It’s occurred to you more than once since he left that you don’t miss Cheating Slimeball at all. That’s probably significant.
Poor kitty . It wasn’t her fault she wound up a casualty of your latest failed attempt at a grown-up relationship.
Lost in thought, you’re caught off guard when you realize you’re taxiing to the gate, surrounded by brusque and harried cell-phone conversations with airline help desks. While you wait for your turn at the overhead compartments, you wonder what people would do if you just burst into song; defusing a stressed crowd with Christmas carols or show tunes has long been a personal fantasy. Of course, in these close quarters (and with your sketchy singing voice) it would probably violate some sort of flight ordinance, and you’d wind up spending Christmas lockedin the windowless back room of an airport in a state whose location you could only describe as east of the Pacific.
You quietly follow the grumpy line of passengers up the aisle instead.
Inside, the airport is in chaos. Babies are crying, people are arguing, and when you glance at a nearby gate monitor, the standby list is twenty deep.
First order of business: ladies’ room.
Once that’s accomplished, you feel ready to find a gate agent who can ( Please, God ) put you on a flight home as soon as possible. Your mom is baking, your personal life is a mess, and you deserve to wallow in sugar cookies and homemade noodles for at least a month.
“MA’AM, I UNDERSTAND, I do. But this is the last flight out tonight. We’re boarding now, and”—the agent points to the monitor—“as you can see, there’s simply no way I’m going to be able to get you on it.”
You smile when sorority girl stomps her little sequined boot in response. While on the one hand you completely understand her frustration, on the other it’s nice to see the playing field has been leveled. While sorority girl was apparently fixing her hair and makeup (because seriously, no one looks that adorable mid-layover), you had had your own futile turn at the airline
A flight attendant with a company-approved smile appears at the front of the cabin to direct passengers on connecting flights, and you try to remember whether the pilot mentioned where you’re being diverted to; she’s awfully chipper for it to be someplace good. You glance at sorority girl and wonder if it’s worth interrupting what appears to be an entertaining read (if the heavingbosom on the paperback’s cover is anything to go by), but decide self-reliance is a noble endeavor and peek out the tiny window instead. Unfortunately, it’s dark, the edge of the glass is etched with a crystalline layer of frost, and geography never really was your strong suit.
Maybe I can finish up my Christmas shopping in the airport, you think. There’s absolutely no shame in buying gifts at the airport when it’s your only option. Never mind all the procrastinating you did before you left—you were too distraught over losing Agatha the Cat.
Gosh, you miss her. It doesn’t even matter that technically she was never your cat. You’re the one who fed her and bought her catnip toys and a halter and took her for walks so she could jump in the leaves and bully the prissy little dogs you met in the park. You’re the one who knit her tiny sweaters when the weather turned chilly. Cheating Slimeball (also known as Jeremy) would never knit her sweaters. Hell, he left all of her toys and her little blue leash on the kitchen counter when he left, right beside her monogrammed porcelain dish. Scumbag.
It’s occurred to you more than once since he left that you don’t miss Cheating Slimeball at all. That’s probably significant.
Poor kitty . It wasn’t her fault she wound up a casualty of your latest failed attempt at a grown-up relationship.
Lost in thought, you’re caught off guard when you realize you’re taxiing to the gate, surrounded by brusque and harried cell-phone conversations with airline help desks. While you wait for your turn at the overhead compartments, you wonder what people would do if you just burst into song; defusing a stressed crowd with Christmas carols or show tunes has long been a personal fantasy. Of course, in these close quarters (and with your sketchy singing voice) it would probably violate some sort of flight ordinance, and you’d wind up spending Christmas lockedin the windowless back room of an airport in a state whose location you could only describe as east of the Pacific.
You quietly follow the grumpy line of passengers up the aisle instead.
Inside, the airport is in chaos. Babies are crying, people are arguing, and when you glance at a nearby gate monitor, the standby list is twenty deep.
First order of business: ladies’ room.
Once that’s accomplished, you feel ready to find a gate agent who can ( Please, God ) put you on a flight home as soon as possible. Your mom is baking, your personal life is a mess, and you deserve to wallow in sugar cookies and homemade noodles for at least a month.
“MA’AM, I UNDERSTAND, I do. But this is the last flight out tonight. We’re boarding now, and”—the agent points to the monitor—“as you can see, there’s simply no way I’m going to be able to get you on it.”
You smile when sorority girl stomps her little sequined boot in response. While on the one hand you completely understand her frustration, on the other it’s nice to see the playing field has been leveled. While sorority girl was apparently fixing her hair and makeup (because seriously, no one looks that adorable mid-layover), you had had your own futile turn at the airline
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