Forbidden Love - Spy AU - Sokeefe

Chapter 4: Sophie

Sophie was exhausted. She, Biana, and Marella had been running late to everything after Sophie overslept, Biana refused to leave without packing her favorite summer outfits and Marella having a rage-fit after she couldn't find her phone for an hour. After racing to the airport- which may have pissed Biana off, since in her words, "Couldn't we go on a private jet? Then we wouldn't have to deal with this terminal nonsense and whatnot."- Sophie had to muster the energy to discuss with a very hyper security guard named Jensi Babblos who wouldn't stop gawking at Biana, then convince his superiors about the group's spy status, before finally making it to their gate. Marella and Biana pranced off somewhere to go stalking after spotting some hot emo boy, she vaguely remembered when envying their liveliness, while she was dying inside. She stumbled to the nearest seat and sat in blissful silence for a few minutes before her peace was interrupted by the intercom.

"Zone 3 boarding has begun. I repeat, anyone with Zone 3 on their boarding passes are being called," The crackly voice stated.

Sophie groaned, her photographic memory flashing a picture of her boarding pass in her mind.

Flight 223, Seat B42, Zone 3  (A/N: Get the KOTLC reference there?)

*Switch to first person for better storytelling"

Great. Just so great. My day was probably just going to get worse from here anyway.

"Last call for Zone 3 passes," The voice called, forcing me to get up from my too comfy seat.

I gazed around sleepily, looking for Marella and Biana. I facepalmed. They must have already boarded, judging by how late I was to get up. Stupid... I don't know, life???

I trudged over to the line, but not before my clumsy ass seemed to decide to give me a last burst of unluckiness and topple into another human being.

The person seemed to also not be paying attention and they fell on top of me. I yelped as we crashed to the floor of the airport, luckily managing not to bring down any more people.

When I looked at their face, my heart stopped and I nearly spontaneously combusted into a fireball on the spot. A tall boy around my age with tousled, messy blonde hair, a chiseled jawline, a light splatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose and the most striking ice blue eyes I'd ever seen stared back at me. Our faces were mere inches apart. I wanted to die on the spot. Wow, fate. Out of all the people to embarrass myself in front of, it had to be the hottest guy at the airport???  

(A/N: HUNKYHAIR HAS MADE HIS APPEARANCE!!!)

We stared at each other for a second, frozen in place.

"Oi, lovebirds," A grumpy voice with a New York accent called out. "Get off the floor, we're in an airport!"

We scrambled away from each other, cheeks flushing wildly. You'd think a spy would be more poised and less prone to clumsy accidents but I was a special case in many ways. In any other instance, my face would burn by the thought of how unsanitary the airport floor was. But this time it was for a different reason. My face burned with the fire of the sun as I looked at the equally-red boy.

"I-erm, that's so not what was-" He started off, then dragged a hand down his way-too-pretty face. "God, this is so embarrassing," He muttered. He then seemed to notice me staring at him like a deer in headlights and flushed deeper. I did the same.

I scratched the back of my head, trying to clear the air of awkwardness.

"W-well, we better b-board the plane now?" I stammered. 

He nodded sheepishly. "Yeah... right..."

We held out our tickets as the younger women around me gave me dirty looks and the older women smiled sappily at the two of us. My nose scrunched up in disgust. Oh God, did they think we were a thing???