Her And Him (Completed)

I LOVE YOU, TOM!

Dedicated to the first person who told me to keep writing, and showed me love all the way. Thank you RabiaAnis  :)  

HER

I looked up at him as he sat, typing away to glory on his iPad. We were on the flight to London, and There was an awkward silence between us throughout our brief acquaintance .I barely knew him, and I wasn't even sure he remembered the right spelling of my name. Trying to engage in conversation seemed like a huge thing to do.

I was scared of embarrassing myself, or him, or everyone in the universe, by saying something stupid or misinterpreting his strong british accent. I was alarmingly good at punching myself on the face with all the shit that spewed out of my mouth when I was tensed.

Anyways, Neither him nor I cared about what the other thought or wanted. We were forced into this. I was mildly fearful. Ahh... Who the fuck am I kidding?! Freaked out would be a major understatement.

His parents sat on the seat adjacent to ours, and they had a constant plastic smile of desperation plastered on their faces. His mother was beautiful. Her delicate features spoke of aging gracefully. His father was really handsome as well. So it was a no brainer that he would be handsome as well, right?

Well, Handsome would be too subtle. He was gloriously gorgeous. But whatever. Not my type. He's way too handsome.

My hands were icy cold, only partly due to the air conditioning. I was staring at my hands so much that the design of the henna on them were branded onto my retina. The design was beautiful. It was just the reason behind it that freaked the hell out of me. I tried hard to smile at his mom, who was looking at me with a peculiar expression.

Oh well. I was on the first class section of one of the most expensive flights. I might as well make the most of it. I decided to watch a movie. The latest movie of Tom Cruise was on. The promos told me that it was a full on action movie. Oh what the hell.

After 30 minutes I was grinning at the lame jokes and seriously unbelievable action sequences.Just as Tom (my darling) jumped from a 60 floored building with amazing nonchalance, I looked up, partly due to the fact that he was shirtless as well and I was on the verge of drooling.I love you, Tom!

He was staring at me with an unreadable expression, and i wiped the goofy grin from my face. No, no not Tom. Vidyut. I really needed to get used to saying.. Umm.. Thinking his name. His name sounded kinda cool, to be real. Lightning. Huh.

Was this a family of unreadables? He could have been thinking about work, plane food, or the fvcking weather and i would have no freaking idea. I couldn't gauge what ran in anybody's head.

They bought food, and I asked for the vegetarian dish on the menu. His parents smiled as they mirrored me, asking for the vegetarian variety. He asked for whatever the dish of chicken was. "We are vegetarians as well, darling. He's the only one who didn't take up vegetarianism." his mom flashed one of her lovely smiles, while gesturing to her son, who had on the biggest I don't give a fvck expression.

"Oh thats great, um... Mom... I was a non vegetarian myself. I became an eggetarian only recently when I saw a video of how poultry farmers inject hormones into little chicks, causing them to bloat up, right before they're killed."

He looked up at me with a mutinous expression, and then tried to go back nonchalantly to eating his food. His grimace was comical. I mentally kicked myself, while patting myself at the same time. I must have murdered his appetite. His parents looked at me with obvious amusement.

I had just revealed my foot-in-the-mouth side to them. Talented, I am. Oh well. The food tasted, unsurprisingly, like plane food. Pretty shitty.

I just wanted to crawl in a ball and cry. Misfortune seemed to seriously be addicted to me.