You were having an awful beginning-of-the-rest-of-your-life trip. You had finished high school a couple of months ago, and you couldn’t wait to start something you actually wanted to study. Yet, you were dead scared, because you had decided to study abroad, and even if you knew that you were gonna do great and you were going to go to a very good school, moving away from everything you had ever known was terrifying. And it was not going as you had hoped.
There were no direct flights to Australia, and you couldn’t really afford the best plane tickets, meaning you had to switch planes… and wait for 9 hours in Dubai’s airport. Fun. But you were still hoping that it would be bearable, which it wasn’t. First, there was a problem with your ticket; it said that you were a guy, and they didn’t want to let you on the plane seeing that you were in fact, not a guy. So after arguing for a solid half hour with the idiotic guy whose only job was to put a stamp on a paper, you made it onto the plane.
The flight to Dubai was okay… ignoring the fact that you were seated next to a lady who snored like a sea lion, a guy who clearly didn’t grasp the concept of headphones, and got mad at you when he asked you stuff and you didn’t answer because “the youth these days with their noise for music don’t appreciate real human company”, well not if it’s your company sir, and in front of kid who was apparently half kangaroo and was travelling to Australia only to finally live in his natural habitat.
You got to Dubai, finally free of the snoring lady, kanga-boy and Mr “I’m being considerate by talking to you”, and the only thing you wanted was some coffee. So you go to a coffee house (it certainly looked like it) and you order the usual. You were heading back to where you were sitting, about to get your first sip of coffee, when a couple of kids crash into you, making your coffee go everywhere except of your mouth of course. Typical. And of course, the mother of those kids could not be a nice woman who offered to buy you a new coffee. Instead, she yelled every single curse you knew at you, and actually decided to step it up, no matter how many times you said you were sorry, she called security. Imagine how that went.
So after nine hellish hours in Dubai, which you think would be a little more interesting considering how nice and pretty the city looks in pictures, completely covered in coffee, you got into the line to get onto the plane. And of course, who was right in front of you? Kanga-boy, talking to the kids who crashed into you and left you dripping with scalding coffee.
The waiting seemed to go on forever, but you finally got onto the plane and found your seat. All you wanted at this point was to listen to loud music and sleep. And why would you wait? As soon as you sat down, you plugged in your headphones, pressed play and decided to drown in an ocean of punk-rock music.
But it was too good to be true. You were 17 seconds into your favorite blink-182 song when you felt someone tap your shoulder. And you exploded.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU WANT OH MY GOD I’VE HAD THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE SO I WOULD APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE”. Naturally, the whole plane fell silent; looking at you, but you couldn’t care less. You looked up and saw two huge blue eyes staring back at you. You could see how scared for his life he was by how open that guy’s eyes were. He opened his mouth as to talk but nothing happened. “Well? Do you have anything to say to me blondie?”
He looked at his feet and then back at you, shyly. “Uhm… you’re… I uhm… that’s my seat”
You froze in place. In that moment you could swear that your best option was to jump out of the plane. You suddenly felt so tiny and intimidated and powerless, standing in front of a guy that had to be at least 6’3’’ maybe even 6’4’’, and whose shoulders were three times as wide as yours. Literally. Luckily everyone else had stopped paying attention to you.
“I… I…” now it was you the one who could not speak.
“Your seat must be the one across the aisle. It’s the only empty one” he suggested.
You were both melting and dying. “Uh yeah… I’m sorry.” You said as you stepped aside of him and into your actual spot. You put your legs to your chest and felt tears forming in your eyes. Luckily the guy next to you was already asleep. Before you knew it tears were streaming down your cheeks. The only thing you wanted was to get to Australia and sleep for 18 hours straight.
You felt someone tapping your shoulder. It was the flight attendant asking you to sit properly. For a second you thought it was going to be the cute guy across the aisle. Stupid thinking.
You heard the captain talking, the flight attendants telling everyone about the exits. The usual stuff. You just wanted for them to be over so you could curl up and try to sleep.
Apparently it was late, so they turned off the lights in the plane. You tried to get comfortable in your seat, which was rather impossible really, but you tried. You got into a relatively good position, and pressed play on your music.
You shifted in your seat and ended up facing the aisle. You opened your eyes, and saw the cute guy staring at you, half a smile on his face. He realised you had seen him and quickly looked away, blushing a little. You smiled, and closed your eyes again.
You felt a hand tapping softly on yours. You opened your eyes and paused your music, sitting up straight. You still didn’t really want to look directly at him; you were still embarrassed from yelling at the poor guy.
“Are you okay?” he asked you, with true concern in his voice.
You made yourself look at him. “I’m just having a crappy day” you said, “a crappy trip actually.”
He smiled. He was so cute. You noticed he had a lip ring, which you found really hot because it’s a lip ring duh, and you noticed he was wearing a blink-182 shirt. Just like you.
“I see you like blink” he said, clearly noticing your shirt too. “And coffee” he said joking.
“Ha-ha very funny” you said, though you were genuinely smiling. “I’m Y/N btw”
“Nice to meet you Y/N” he offered you his hand “I’m Luke”.
