POV: Arabia ( London, England)
I threw a paper plane at the kid in front of me. It was flying perfectly, well until it hit him. It had to hit him. Boy, was I embarrassed. He sat down quickly avoiding embarrassment from my friends. They laughed.
" Way to go! "
" His face!"
" Is he crying?"
To be honest that one made me jump up to apologize. I felt like an idiot. I walked down the aisle and sat in the empty spot beside him. It was really, really awkward. I poked his cheek and blushed when he looked me in the eyes. He smiled a little and quickly looked out the window.
" Hey. I'm sorry. I tried to get this one kid, but you walked in front of me and"
He cut me off.
" So, you are saying its me fault, because someone hasn't grown up yet. Yeah. It's so mature to throw paper planes at innocent passerby and blame them for walking in front of their targets!" He was fuming, which I thought was cute, because his face was bright red.
" I said 'I am sorry'." I reminded him.
" It's people like you who ruin my day." He said, still fuming.
" Well, I'm sorry I can't choose who walks in front of me!" I said, as mad as fuck.
" Maybe if you had actual friends, you wouldn't be a bitch about everything." He got up and sat somewhere else.
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The Plaid Love
Short StoryWhy is it hard to find 'the one'? Once you do, your life is completely changed. What are the chances of ever seeing them again? No one knows and that's the hard part.
