serendipity + hemmings au

page one;

new york city 

6:45am

it was raining heavily outside and things couldn't get any worse for akira. she was currently on her way to jfk airport and she was also stuck in a heavy traffic. 

"you've got to be fucking kidding me,"  she mumbled. akira almost laughed at how crappy her situation was. 

her plane wasn't going to leave until ten but she didn't care at all... she just wanted to go home and scoffed thinking of how home is supposed to be where the heart is. what a bullshit she thought bitterly because the place she had called her home before suddenly didn't feel like one anymore. 

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akira arrived at the airport two hours later and as she was checking in her stuff, the lady behind the counter told her that her stuff was overweight. 

"so you're telling me that i would have to pay for an excess baggage?" she asked impatiently. 

"yes, ma'am. you have at least 20 kg of excess baggage and the cost of that would have to be-"

she cut her off, "no. i don't want to pay for an excess," as she grabbed her two suitcases. she was broke as hell and she didn't want to waste her money on petty things.  

"i'm afraid you'll have to, ma'am, if you want to bring your stuff with you." 

"no, it's fine. i'll sort this out." she said walking away from the counter to sit beside the trashcan. 

she unzipped her black suitcase and threw some of the clothes and things she didn't think she needed. she got a hold of her panda stuffed toy that said i miss you on it. and before she knew it she was drowning in her tears. people were looking weirdly at her but she couldn't bring herself to care. she didn't know these people and she probably wouldn't even see them ever again for the rest of her life so no fucks were given. 

a curious blonde boy looked into her way and saw that she was throwing away half of the stuff she has. 

no, don't do it luke. ignore her. he chanted in his head. sometimes luke was far too good for his own and it's true because sometimes it brought him troubles. his friends and family warned him about it too often that if he had a dollar for every time someone told him that he was too good; he'd be a bloody billionaire by now. 

so he kept chanting and when he was next in line for his luggage to be checked in.... 

he muttered, "oh, fuck it." abandoning the line and walked towards the peculiar crying girl. 

he scratched the back of this head, "would you like to put your clothes in my baggage since i'm not carrying a lot of stuff with me?" he asked while awkwardly attempting to kneel in front of the girl who's mascara is running down her face in a very unattractive way. 

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this story will probably have a lot of swear words so head's up.... 

thanks 4 reading this crappy chapter!!!1!/1! 

-kara