It turns out, I am not a good flyer - who would have thought?

Everyone.

You're being dramatic. I pouted at my inner self as she glared at me disapprovingly. She still hasn't gotten over our small drinking venture last night and seemed to be hungover enough for the both of us, while I only had a small headache from my fall from bed.

You're a socially anxious, claustrophobic nut job who is afraid of heights and trapped in an airtight metal plane traveling far above the clouds. She said in a rant making my face drop with the sudden realization of where i was just in case i forgot - and apparently, I had.

Panic began to rise and boil in my blood while my chest began to restrict my breathing. My eyes darted around the plane. Despite first class' spacious aisle ways and seats, I began to feel like everything was closing in on me.

My job here is done. I'm going to bed.

Standing up from my seat I quickly flew down the plane's first class aisle way and pushed my way onto Anthony's seat, forcing him to push himself up against the wall.

"Sky, what the hell?!" He pulled off his headphones and gaped at me with a clearly unimpressed look in his eyes.

Anthony had made a scene when we first boarded the plane and demanded to be seated at least five seats down from me. This of course made no difference to me.

"Are we there yet?"

"Yes we are, why don't you walk out the door, if you notice it's a little difficult to breath and you're falling just flap your arms and hold your breath." He rolled his eyes.

I gently slapped his shoulder to scold him for such a rude remark. "Don't be mean. I'm having a hard time over here."

Anthony sighed deeply as his eyes quickly scanned me. Anthony's shoulders dropped as he began taking in my rigid and anxious demeanor with my wide eyes and my teeth hungrily devouring my bottom lip. "Try sleeping Sky. It makes it better." He spoke in a softer voice, obliviously attempting to sooth me in his own way.

My inner self took note of his attempt.

"How can you sleep when the plane is jumping around the sky like a bad ride." My eyes widened even more. Briefly, the image of my eyes popping out of my skull passed across my consciousness making me re-think the eye-widening.

"Close your eyes and pretend you're own a boat." Again, he offered another solution.

"I get sea sick remember!"

Anthony sighed again, clearly at a loss. "I don't know what to tell you Sky."

I huffed out a big gulp of air and blew my fringe out of my face as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned into the seat, a little perplexed.

"Babe, I get that you're freaking out right now but do you think you can move off my seat. The seats in first class aren't that big."

I turned to face Anthony in all seriousness. "Are you saying I have a big butt?"

"Yes it's huge, now go throw a tantrum over there."

His attempt to be nice and supportive, now long forgotten.

I stood up from my seat - well, typically it was Anthony's seat - and rested my arm over his chair before leaning in slightly. "Hey Babe," I started catching his attention with the use of the common descriptive. "You have a fat head and ears that could get better reception than my phone." I smiled and brought my fingers to my lips, quickly blowing him a kiss goodbye and making my way back towards my designated seat.

My smile only widened as I continued to make my way back to my seat in triumph. Looks like I was winning again.

The plane hit a patch of bad turbulence making the plane shake violently and my footing to misplace it's spot on the ground. I fell in the middle of the aisle way with a small scream.

Typical Skylar.

***

I didn't sleep at all on the plane, despite how bored I had become. Instead I slept the entire car ride from the small airstrip to the secluded couples retreat.

When I first thought of the Bahamas I initially thought of the grand hotels built on the small islands and surrounded by exciting pools, walkways and glorious sites to see. But, as I stretch out my arms and yarn I am severely disappointed. There was no grand hotel. No warmly heated pools. No open buffet of food. Only a shack.

"Uh, are you sure this is the place?" Anthony asked the driver, clearly expecting the same hotel I was.

"Yes sir." The driver assured us as he hurriedly helped Anthony pull out our luggage.

The beach was beautiful, golden sand warming in the sun, blue waters rippled with waves as the tide started to roll in. The sun was lowering, giving us the first indication that the sunset was quickly approaching. Along the beach was a number of rounded shacks made of old weathered wood with only a few newly replaced wood panels to keep the shack standing. In reality, it wasn't that bad. Small, quiet and secluded. Perfect for forcing couples into each other's arms and not allowing for any distractions like theme parks and heated pools.

"Well then," Anthony took a deep breath and not too gently threw my bag at my feet. "Before we do this, remember our agreement?"

I bit my tongue and clenched my fist, to stop myself from arguing with him and hitting him with my bag. Instead I reached down and threw my bag over my shoulder, struggling a little under the heavy weight of the large duffle bag.

"Sky?" Anthony pressed, now giving me his full attention. "Have you phased out again?"

I rolled my eyes briefly - of course he thinks that. "No Anthony, I'm just ignoring you."

"See that's what I am talking about." He muttered not at all quietly. "We promised to be civil to one another, remember? To attempt to get along."

I heaved a deep breath. "Yeah I remember, and I will try I promise it's just that sometimes you can be such an asshat."

I took a few steps forward headed for the largest shack that was considerably bigger than the others, hoping it was some sort of reception.

Anthony gave a little chuckle as he lifted his own bag over his shoulder and fell into a quick step beside me. "Asshat?" He seemed somewhat amused.

"Yeah."

"Okay I have been called an asshole, an ass and a jackass but never an asshat."

"It's a new form of ass." I inform him like I'm David Attenborough talking about leaping gazelles.

Anthony gave another chuckle, this one a deeper rumble that sent a light, delightful shiver through me.

I tried to run from the delightful shiver and quicken my pace, but Anthony only matched it until we both came to a simultaneous halt at the door of the large shack. A shack was no longer the word I would use. It was a hotel, granted a small one but still, a hotel. A large reception desk greeted us in the middle of the entry way with a large wall hiding what sounded like the busy workings of a kitchen or a small circus, from my present context I'm going with the former. Chairs and tables lined the rest of the room in groups of two, keeping the intimate theme of couple only meals. I took a brief sidestep, eager to explore the rest of the small hotel to see what lied behind the wall and kitchen on the other end of the hotel although to my inner self's displeasure, I doubted it was a heated pool.

Anthony pressed a bell at the desk and began looking around briefly, taking in his surrounding. The strong smell of the dinner banquet filled the air. Eggs was the first smell I could accurately identify and possibly bacon, although I suspected I was only smelling bacon because I had a deep craving for it.

An older woman stepped around the wall catching my attention. Her blond hair was turning to a white making her hair glow like a halo in the deepening sun light. She wore a blue dress with white flowers and a white lace collar at the neck. She smiled, greeting us with a deep accent that I hadn't expected - much unlike our driver.

"Hi, I believe my fiance and I have a reservation?" I said as more of a question than a statement.

"Ah yes of course. Name?" The older woman's eyes wrinkled as she glanced down at her book at the desk.

"Renner." Anthony spoke, finally turning away from his quick assessment of the hotel.

Wouldn't it be funny if your name wasn't there.

My eyes widened a little. No it most certainly would not.

And it turns out you are on the wrong island.

I shut my eyes briefly cursing my mind and it's lack of nicety.

Luckily my inner self doubts were nothing but that - doubts. The lovely receptionist welcoming smile calmed my nerves. Anet - as she introduced herself - gave us a quick tour of the hotel, showing us their private sector of the beach, the kitchens and briefly pointed out a few gazebos that we were allowed to use to relax in. She took us to our room - or as I call them, shack's - and handed us a few papers, detailing our schedule for the next few days and the times that the kitchen was open for meals.

With a quick polite node Anet left us to settle in and sleep off the jetlag. The room itself was beautiful. The wooden panels were left bare showing rustic old dark timber walls, each one with its own characteristic not. The furniture worked well in contrast, mostly consisting of white simple furnishings, a large bed, two bedside tables, a chest of draws, a woven straw arm chair sitting by the window and long light curtains that drifted into the room in the gentle breeze.

"I take it Sky's wall of pillows will be featuring again tonight?" Anthony asked. I searched for something in his voice, disappointment maybe? But I was sadly disappointed to find nothing but idle curiosity. He didn't seem to mind whether the pillows were there or not.

"For now." I nodded and threw my bag down on the ground before jumping onto the bed, enjoying the soft hug of the blankets as they greeted me. "What did she mean by schedule? Aren't we here to just get some sun, swim and eat?"

"Apparently not." Anthony frowned and held up the papers that Anet had left us. One I recognised straight away and quickly took it off his hands - the kitchen menu. Anthony rolled his eyes at me. "How are you still hungry?"

"I'm not." I lied, I was a little peckish but decided not to act on it as I have already eaten two awful plane meals, a large cheeseburger meal at the airport and then a bag of chips as we passed through customs. "I'm just preparing my stomach for breakfast tomorrow."

"Sure." He flashed a small smile and dropped the schedule down in front of me. "I'm going to have a shower."

"Don't use all the water!" I called out after him. An old habit from living with Jesse, the hot water only lasted so long and if she washed her hair, I could forget about the luxury of a hot shower.

Looking down at the paper, I started to dread the days ahead more and more.

Couples yoga.

Couples counseling.

Private beach dinner.

Canoeing.

Spa retreat.

Wine tasting.

Island cruise.

*Couples are to both be present at each scheduled activity, time in between sessions can be spent as the couples so desire.

I frowned at the paper with clear disinterest. Couples yoga? Therapy? You have got to be kidding me.

This is going to end very badly.

For once, I think you're right.

***