Some Original JeffMads Story Name- ((NOT GONNA BE CONTINUED-))

Chapter #1

A/N:  oh boy.

[James' POV]

     I forced myself to stare out the plane window, looking down at the sections of land as the plane moved ever so slowly.  I had never been a fan of heights, considering I have a fear of heights.. and a fear of talking to people, and a fe-  I'm scared of a lot of things.

    I wasn't particularly excited for my destination.  Every year, (around Christmas) my entire family got together for a "pleasent" Christmas Dinner together.  This little get together usually ended up with me hiding in the bathroom, whilst the rest of my family argued about who brought the wrong food, or why the table mat didn't match that one candle.

  Stable, I know.

  So here I sat, thousands of feet above the ground, heading to a family that I wasn't to close with.  Hey!  It's not that bad! I packed a couple of books to read while I'm in the bathroom, hiding.

    ..I lied it's that bad.

  For a moment, I just take in all the noises of the plane.  There's that one cliche baby that's crying, I can hear the chatter of families, someone typing on their computer, and the annoying rumble of the planes engine.  Boring plane noises.  Boring plane people.

   I turn my head to glance into the seat next to me, and find that my eyes fall upon a man, maybe a year older than me,  he is listening to music with head phones and tapping his foot to the rhythm.  He has a curly black.. I snicker to myself.. "Afro", and is wearing a majenta t-shirt and jeans.  What a strange sight.

   He notices me staring, and like any awkward interaction with someone you just met turns out, he just smiles.  I the smooth, and graceful guy I am, stare.  Stare blankly back at the stranger.  Like an idiot.  I see him snickering and immediately internally scold myself.

   But then.  Then I never stop staring, I just watch the man continue to tap his foot to his music.  I watch him do this for quite some time until,  once more, he glances up at me.  Instead of smiling he takes out one earphone and says, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." and looks back at his phone screen.

I open and close my mouth for quite some time.

  He takes out an earphone and says, "The names', Thomas Jefferson."  I just nod, my social anxiety kicking in.  He stares at me,  it's almost intimidating.  "I didn't catch your name..?"  He says breaking our awkward silence.

"I-I didn't t-throw it." I shoot back, quietly.

A/N:  I DID IT.  IM SORRY IF THIS SUX.  IM TIRED AND DID THIS AT LIKE 11 AT NIGHT.  I hope you ppl enjoyed this bull shirt, and expect more.  WEW-

                                                       - Bitter