Kelsea and Izzy finally made it into their seats after the air hostess gave them several pamphlets, an air sickness bag and instructions for emergency. Since this was a charter plane headed straight for the island, there would be no overhead instructions like on a commercial flight. They reclined their seats and got cozy, still tired from yesterday. They figured they could use this 6 hour flight to catch up on some rest.

The Air Hostess came with a drink cart and offered them refreshments. They looked at each other and back at the cart, “Coffee please!" they said at the same time.

"You know, Kels, I could get used to this."

"I’m sure you could brat," Kelsea laughed.

They sat up to prepare their coffees just the way they liked them with Izzy adding far too much sugar as usual.

"So, tell me Kels, what do you think these guys are going to be like?"

"No clue, really."

"It's pretty fucked up that everyone our age seems to love them while we love music from other decades."

"We're old souls, Izzy."

The Air Hostess stood next to their seats looking like she had something to tell them, "Sorry to disturb you but Mr. Cowell is on the phone and has asked that I play a video message for you."

"Go for it, sistah," Izzy told her.

The lady sat a laptop down in front of them and Simon's face filled the screen.

"Hello, ladies. I hope this message finds you well. As I have instructed the boys, I will instruct you. While in the air, I want you to consume plenty of water. It will help keep you hydrated. You will be served a protein filled dinner as well to give you the best possible start on the island. Relax until it's time for you to land. You'll hear from me soon."

The hostess closed the laptop and slid it into a protective bag. “Your protein meal will be served soon."

Izzy sat biting her lip and Kelsea knew one of Izzy's pervy jokes was on the way,

"Are those 5 hot guys going to be filling us with their protein? Hand-churned, straight from the source."

"Izzy, seriously? Slut. Besides, you forget I brought 5 boxes of condoms!"

“Ah, yes… The safety buffet!”

“You know it. I’m a safety girl!”

Izzy smiles showing her trademark dimples and batted her eyelashes. Kelsea smacked her in the back of the head. “You are too old to be making cupcake face at me. Dirty slut."

"They say protein filled meal and you expect me to stay quiet? I thought you knew me better than that."

"No, I actually expected worse. Did you see how red the Air Hostess blushed?"

"Yup. I'm that good at being so bad."

"Dork."

They each sat back with their I pods and turned some music on waiting for their meal to come. For the first time in years, they were both relaxed with out any worries except what was going to happen on this island. They were both almost asleep when the Hostess tapped Izzy on the shoulder, making her jump. She raised her hands like she was going to do some karate and remembered where she was.

The Hostess smiled and lowered their tray tables for them before sitting down two plates with silver dome lids on them. She lifted the lids and immediately Kelsea and Izzy's mouths began to water. In front of them were several different cuts of meat and a pile of bacon. Due to their financial situation, meat has been a luxury they cut out long ago.

"Izzy have you ever seen so much meat in one place."

"That's what he said."

"You're such a pervy bitch my friend. Come on, we might as well enjoy this. Let's eat."

"That's..."

"Izzy!"

"Alright, alright. Let's eat."

They both ate until their stomachs were going to burst. They pushed the trays aside and sleepily sat in their seats.

"Are you ladies going to finish that food, seems like you didn't touch much of it," asked an Irish voice.

"Go away, ya potato, go beat your own meat."

“Here, you can have mine blondie bear…” Kelsea said with a smile handing her plate to him. He gratefully accepted with a small smile before looking back at Izzy.

"Wow, ya don't have to be such a twat." He snapped, walking back up the corridor into the other compartment yelling about a bitch.

"Izzy, that was rude."

"Blondie Bear?! Jesus Kelsea, why don’t you just go back there now and join the mile high club. You might regret giving him your leftovers later. Besides, he wanted my meat and it's my precious." Izzy said in that creepy old Lord of the rings voice.

The Air Hostess grinned and gave Izzy a small take out box to put her meat in. She knew about them going to the island. That could be their dinner tonight, perhaps.

"Please put your seats in the upright position, we're preparing to land on the Island."

"Kelsea, this is it. Our new home for the year."

"Yup. Hope it all works out."

They stepped through the door and down the stairs just as 5 guys de-boarded from another door.

One of the guys stepped forward with an outstretched hand, "Hi, we're One Direction."
Izzy and Blondie looked right at each other. He wrinkled his nose at her and she laughed.

"Look Kels, the meat beater is in One Direction."

Kelsea had the feeling a huge feud just began, "I'm Kelsea, and this is my best friend Izzy."

Izzy batted her eyelashes and showed dimples.

Niall turned back and looked at the curly haired one before muttering, Oh god, twins."

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