Seedling

Bo - Home Sweet Home

"Sir, sir, the flight is over," said a female voice, somewhat nervously. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, the sleep dust clearing away. The light blinded me momentarily, forcing me to blink a few times. I stood up and stretched, thrusting my arms in the air as I did so. Out of the corner of my left eye, I noticed the stewardess blush a little at the sight of my stretched-out body, making me smirk. My t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing a little of my abs that I knew triggered the typical responses I got from girls; the sighing and the swooning. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, because I did. It thrilled me, seeing their eyes get misty-eyed. It gave me a sort of rush.

A clearing of the throat from my buddy, Jacques made me grin sheepishly in his direction. His facial expression said it all; he knew what I was trying to do, he was aware of my moves for getting into a girl's pants. We'd go out looking for girls to sleep with and be each other's, wing man.

"Shall we go?" he asked, bored of the show I was putting on, and most likely tired. The air stewardess smiled and nodded, probably eager to be home. Jacques grabbed his hand luggage from the holder and went with the air stewardess while I took my sweet time. I grabbed my hand luggage and headed after them.

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Fuck me was it cold! Good old England! You could always rely on England to be cold and absolute shitty when it comes to weather. It was one of the things I loved and hated about this place. I sighed as pulled my coat tighter around myself and rubbed my hands together, so they could get some warmth. We went through customs, which was always boring but required. Once we were done with that, Jacques and I went to get our suitcases; another hassle, and this time I felt like it shouldn't be this difficult. People were always clambering to get their luggage and just go; Ash had once said to me that it felt like that scene from Mad Max, with everyone desperate to get a bowlful of water for themselves. I don't know if I would agree with that, but I could see what he meant. To me, the people waited like hungry vultures ready for its prey to die so they could feast – an image I had seen in a nature documentary that my animal-loving brother had made me watch, and one that had stayed with me for some time after. I wondered how the little guy was doing; we'd spoken earlier, but I had had a feeling of anxiety when I was boarding the plane later.

"Mon Ami, I am seeing a girl...'ow you say, 'eyeing you up'," said Jacques in his thick French accent. Despite living in England for nine years, the accent had never truly gone away; seemed a little odd that it hadn't but, who was I to question the guy's mother tongue continued endurance? I looked to where Jacques had nudged me to look at and saw a cute, petite blonde girl with a handbag and wearing what I assumed to be a halter neck jumper and black leggings. Of course, I didn't dare say that to Jacques; he knew fashion, after all.

The sound of numerous people chatting, and announcements soon reached my ears, which earned a smirk that I shared with Jacques. We were nearly home, and it felt good. Not that travelling with hadn't been fun, but after a while, I had started to miss home, my family. The days where I worked with Ethan at the local gym or going to the park with Ash had been missed. I was looking forward to seeing my uncle and brother. A feeling of excitement started to fill me, and I could feel my smirk turn into a smile and my step becoming more of a jovial hop.

I scanned the crowds for the faces I knew so well and found them almost immediately. Ethan was there, wearing a muscle shirt, as he so often did. He seemed to be trying to find me, which evoked a chuckle. Ash was seated in his manual chair, looking a little pale and looking a little forlorn, making me wonder about my earlier anxiety. I pondered on what had happened before I noticed my brother's friends, or as I liked to call them, his pet wolfdogs. It was weird; wherever Ash was, they seemed to be there, almost as if they were his self-appointed protectors. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I found them to be somewhat weird, and a little bit creepy, especially Asanda; there was something off-putting about her.