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Something New

    Fangirls have run amok in our world. The stewardess that was boarding us had apparently been listening to my conversation with Peter.  She stared at me with such glee you would have thought I had told her I was giving her a million dollars. At any spare moment, she would crane her neck to look at Peter and me. I tried my best to disappear behind the rather large man in front of me. 

    This was a strange flight with assigned seats, so the passengers were being lined up in their seat order behind the woman.

    When I got up to her, she started typing madly on her computer and looking over her shoulder to a young blonde. I didn't think much of it until the stewardess beamed at me and spoke. 

    "You and this lovely lady will be switching seats for the ride. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but there were, uh, problems with certain seats for others, so we needed to do this."

    She winked at me and escorted me past the blonde. She looked familiar, but I didn't know from where. I was a bit confused by this when I was slotted in my spot. There, a finger tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see myself uncomfortably close to a familiar boy from a few minutes ago. Peter smiled at me, playfulness in his eyes. 

    "I suppose we're sitting with each other." He cocked an eyebrow and leaned back a bit. "You know what this means? I have more time to find ways to make you blush. This'll be fun." 

    I felt the heat of the blush start to rise up. "Um, I'm actually going to sleep. Don't want to be tired on the first day!" I chuckled in the most uncomfortable and awkward way possible before turning back around with magenta eyes so bright I thought they'd shine through the sunglasses. 

   Boarding went painfully slow. The entire time I was very aware of the person behind me who got closer every time I felt most aware of him. When we were finally walking down the hallway to the plane, I went as fast as possible without letting him know I was embarrassed because of his behavior. 

    The stewardesses must have walkie talkies or a psychic connection with each other, because they all gave us the same look as the one that was setting us up. They wispered and giggled to each other while side glancing us. I, luckily, had a window seat, so I immediately buckled in and leaned against the window. I imagined a hood on the sweater and pulled it up to cover my head. 

    I fell into the P.D. and landed on the usual cloud, expecting to see Védö. However, he wasn't there. Worried, I yelled out to him.

    "Védö? Where are you, bud?" I waited, straining my ears for any sound. 

    Finally, I heard him call back. " In the sparring area. Come on down." 

    My eyes turning a true blue, I sighed and flew to the familiar cloud. At least, it was familiar before. All the things that were pushed to the side and forgotten were now set up around the area. One large mat lay in the middle surrounded by the equipment. 

    I walked between the items and studied them for a bit when I saw someone unrecognizable in front of me. They were turned away from me, but I still didn't know the person. It was a boy about eighteen with a back that was more on the muscular side along with the rest of his body. He was tall, at least taller than the shorty I am. 

    I took a couple steps back, my eyes turning teal. "W-who are you?" 

    He turned to me, showing me his face. He looked scarily like Védö, but a bit more toned. The Védö I knew was on the lean side, built more for agility than strength. 

    The boy cocked his head, confused. "What do you mean, Belle?" Teal turned to lime green when I recognized the voice. But it couldn't be him. I saw him yesterday and he was still a little bean pole. But it sounded exactly like...