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good ol florida

GEORGENOTFOUND

"what brings you to good ol' florida Mr. Brit?"

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The airport,
Quite literally hell on earth.

The early morning air burned against my restless skin - the smell of tanning lotion and overly saturated starbucks drinks left nausea in the pit of my stomach as i walked through the cold crowded building

I would rather be anywhere else in the world, preferably my bed, but anywhere is better than the airport

I had moved out just a few years ago, leaving my entire family behind in arguably the worst state ever

Florida was the type of place that once you left you could never go back. There was simply nothing there for me. No secret love interest or special beach, it was simply heat, racists, and alligators - despite my obvious annoyance, I had to catch this flight to Florida, no matter how much I didn't want to

"Flight 506 to Orlando Florida! Now boarding!"

My shoes tiredly shuffled against the floor as I counted over the rows

2A

4A

6A?

Sat there in the seat beside mine was a boy, his frame clad in a large black sweater

"hello?"

He looks up quickly, eyes widening as he fumbles with his carry on; a laptop bag

"Hi- hi am I in your seat?"

He seemed startled but oddly flustered, his voice holding a sweet obvious foreign tone to it

"No- no it's alright, I think I'm meant to be next to you"

With a soft, almost thankful nod he scoots himself back into his seat so I could walk past, my bag now placed between us and my body pressed far too close to the window in the hopes of avoiding making this interaction any more awkward

The sound of frustrated passengers and sorrowful flight attendants seem to spiral through my mind, in one ear and out the other, though time only seems to slow down