Beautiful Wilting Flowers

こんにちは From Kagoshima

Heyden POV: 

We are huffing and puffing, trying to get back to the airport as soon as possible, Liana dragging me along her side (she should really try out for track), and consistently asking me if I'm okay and if we should slow down. Our plane leaves in ten minutes, and we got lost trying to find our way back. I hate it when people ask me questions like, are you okay? Should we stop?  while were running; I can't talk while I'm breathing out all of the air in my lungs!

"Why did we not leave a trail of breadcrumbs like Hansel and Gretel?" I groan.

"Because were not stupid," Liana rolled her vibrant eyes. "People would have looked at us like we were homeless."

"They always look at me like that," I say, and Liana doesn't say anything.

Traitor.

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Just as they're boarding the last cabin, we make it, a stiff, hot mess, but nevertheless, we made it.

"You two are really cutting it close, aren't you now?" The flight attendant takes our passports and scans them.

"Finally, an English speaking person," My British accent is at it's peak right now.

The attendant frowns, but doesn't say anything. It's probably for the best, if I'm being totally honest.

We find our seats, and Liana heads to hers next to Greigh. I find my seat on the aisle side of the window row, and Ina leans over from the middle of the aisle.

"Where were you guys? We had to get on, sorry about that by the way, but we couldn't find you anywhere!" She scans my face for answers.

I reach up and wipe the sweat off of my forehead, and sigh.

"We got lost and it took a while to get un-lost." I wave her off, "We'll talk when we land. Let me enjoy my five hours of silence." I say just as the plane starts rumbling for take-off.

"Alright." She raises an eyebrow, and turns back to a conversation she was having with Dean.

"I was hoping to see you again," A gravelly voice says beside me, and I turn to see mysterious boy.

"Oh!" I suddenly feel embarrassed of my current un-put together state, and rake a hand through my hair. "You're on this flight too?"

"Well, if I wasn't, it'd be too late to turn back now, wouldn't it?" He cracks a slim smile, sly and mischievous looking.

"S-sorry," I laugh. "My friend and I almost missed this flight; I am a total mess right now."

He laughs too, his bright, ocean blue eyes sparkling.

"Well, I'm stuck with you for the next five hours, Heyden." He leans back in his seat in a relaxed composure.

"Why won't you tell me your name?" I skeptically sigh, "Maybe it's super embarrassing. Like... Sprinkle-bottom, or Tinsel-tree."

"What am I, an elf on the shelf?" He scoffs, but I can tell he's amused.

"I don't know- are you one of Santa's minions?" I raise an eyebrow, and he mirrors my expression goofily.

We laugh and chat for a while. I think I know why I find him so entertaining and fun. It's because were total opposites. I have olive skin, dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and a smiley type of persona, while he has the fairest skin I've ever seen, blonde hair with different colored streaks, he dresses in leather jackets, and t-shirts and jeans, and tall leather boots that make him look way taller than me, matched with his intrusive thought saying personality, and his dark humored jokes. But he is the same age as me, which has to count for something!