WHEN WAR BEGINS!√

Chapter 7

*Really?

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Trust me when I say dried fruit from a plane is more delicious than the normal one from shopping stores. I think everything I ate so far is delicious, I don't know if I'm excited or someone next to me is making me happy. Leo just made me forget South Africa, even if it wouldn't last but I enjoyed the moment.
"So you are telling me that Americans think we live in a bush and we look bizarre and weird?" I giggle, its not weird after all laughing with a stranger, well he wasn't a stranger, I met him in a plane.
"Yep, I kind of thought that too you know when I was young, but when I visited South Africa I saw normal people." He laughs lightly at his silly thoughts. I never thought I would still be talking to him, our conversation so far lasted for about 35 minutes, 16 seconds and 0.5 half seconds. Calculated that using the time on my watch though.
"I don't know if I should call it Stereotype or weird assumptions, hey, what brought you to South Africa though?" I ask and his smile fades as if his thinking, he puts on a sly smile and turns to me.
"Sisters wedding, she asked me to become one of the groomsmen but I don't wear tuxedos, don't look good in them." He laughs
"Have you tried one on?" I ask and he sighs
"No."
"Then you never know until you try it on, besides I assume you would look good" I smile at him and he gives me a cocky smile and raises one eyebrow, which I would admit looked cute.
"Princess thinks I look good?" He smirks wiggling his eyebrows, I blush by the name he called me but push the feeling of awe away
"Don't get too carried away, I assumed." I laugh rolling my eyes at him, he laughs and then takes out something from under the seat. He takes out a book, a book book, not those boy magazines with naked girls or anything, he takes out a book?, wait is he a reader
"You read?" I ask knitting my eyebrows together, this stranger is becoming more and more interesting.
"Yep, what was your first reaction when you saw me?." He asks and a blush creeps out, all those weird stuff my inner conscience whispered popped up
"You really want to know?" I laugh lightly feeling a bit embarrassed by what I was about to say to him
"Yeah" He says tapping on the back of his book that looks familliar.
"A stranger who likes girls, cocky jerk who gets whatever he wants from girls, soccer player and the golden boy of the school." I say avoiding eye contact with him and he laughs at me.
"You managed to get the first two right just I'm not a cocky jerk, I'm a football player not a soccer player and yes I am a golden boy." He nods and laughs at himself and at my silly thoughts.
"Football player and soccer player, its the same thing." I say rolling my eyes
"In England and in South Africa it is, but not in America, football is another sports game." He says
"Football is another sport?, what do they do like....oh football is that game that has players with extremely huge pointed shoulders." I burst in a hushed tone
"Yes that's football." He says lightly laughing at my knocked out realistic expression.
"Why would they call it Football I mean that sport seems a bit like rugby just you guys wear  ballerina tights and helmets for saftey and you often kick the ball, why can't they call it Frugby?"I say gesturing my hands up in the air, I'm not an open person usually to strangers but I felt comfortable to be myself with Leo.
"I really don't know either." He silently laughs and lifts his shoulders up.
"Listen this is not Stereotype, I'm not being bias, racist or criticizing either, but you Americans are really dumb, football, really?" I mumble to myself. He can't help but laugh letting his head fall foward, loose strands of his long hair attractively falling to his face.
"You are funny, what planet do you come from?." He asks looking at me with amusement.
"Hahaha I wish I was an alien, What's the name of your book?"
I ask totally curious to know.
"Beastly." He smiles looking at his book title.
"Wow, that's my favourite book." I say thinking back to the story behind the book cover.
"Your pride can be easily taken away, that is what I always keep in mind..."
"..and that you can love a person unconditionally, imperfections..." I say adding from his sentence
"...Whatever situation they put themselves in, no matter what issues their facing..." He says giving me a blank stare as he continues adding from my last words
"...consequence's they have to face, but your love will never fail to be defeated...." I say softly looking straight into his hazel green eyes as they dance around, we stare at each other for a moment until he tears his gaze away from me and looks back at his book before opening it.
"Its a great book." He breaths tracing his hands on the book cover, he opens it and stares focusing on each and every word. Time for me to not disturb, I take out my phone and install my earphones. I hit play on my favourite song...Emile Sande - Beneath your beautiful skin....I look out the window instantly smiling at the clouds and thats when sleep hits me knocking my conscience down.