I look up from my phone at the tap on my shoulder. I turn to my left towards the aisle of the plane and see a guy my age(17) looking down on me.
"I think I have the window seat right next to yours, love," he says in a very thick ausie accent. I have a thing for Australian accents so I kind of freeze for a second.
"Um, ok," I say and stand up so he can squeeze by. When he does I get a sniff of a cologne and sigh. He stops right in front of me and there is about 4 inches of space between us. I stop breathing. He lifts his arm to put his bag in the compartment above us and I see a flash of toned muscle. He gets it about half way in when the person in the seat in front of him reclines their chair and nocks him into me. His bag falls on my head and I stumble and lose my balance. He suddenly grabs my arm with one hand and wraps his other arm around my waist to catch me. We stand back up straight.
"I am so sorry. Are you alright?" He asks with his grip still on me.
I can't say anything because all I can think about is the pressure of his hand on my waist so I just nod.
"Good," he says without letting go of me.
A moment goes by before I say,"I think I can stand straight again so you can let me go," I half whisper because I really don't want him to let go but I am really nervous.
"Oh, sorry," he says as he takes both hands off of me. He picks his bag up off the floor at my feet and shoves it into the compartment. He scoots from in front of me and into the space in front of his chair and we both sit down.
He looks over and says," I am being rude. We haven't been introduced. My name is Luke."
"Mines Livy," I say.
"Well Livy, how is your head?" He asks as he reaches up and touches where the bag feel on me. I flinch not from the pain but the sudden movement. He pulls his hand away quickly and I feel bad because he thinks he hurt me. His face shows that he is almost mad at himself.
"I'm fine. Really," I reply with a half smile.
"Good," he says but his face stays almost the same. Then he asks,"So Livy where are you heading?"
I look past Luke and out the window at the Atlanta skyline thinking that this will be the last time I see my home in a long time then reply," England."
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Luke and I talked for hours. I figured out that he loves to sing and is going to England too. Actually we are going to the exact same place. A little town named Potsburrow. I am going there to stay with my aunt and he is going to meet three of his best buddies.
"So your going to stay with your aunt for how long?" Luke asks while eating a tiny bag if peanuts.
"A year," I reply. He looks at me an almost eager expression so I continue," she's getting old and she can't really look after herself all that well so I offered to come over and help her out so she won't have to hire someone she doesn't know." I finish explaining and quickly grab a couple of peanuts of the bag. He looks at me with a serious look on his face and I put on the most innocent face I can and look at him. His lip quivers and then he starts to laugh. I start to laugh and I laugh so hard that my sides start to hurt.
