Broken English • Lafayette x Reader

~1: Airports and Arrivals~

~(Y/N) POV~

My head snapped from side to side in the crowded hallway. I looked down at my boarding ticket in my hand, and then back up. Without my glasses, I had no hope of finding the correct terminal. I sucked in a deep breath and considered doing something only an insane person would do. 

'You couldn't exactly call me sane, could you?' I asked myself, I did agree to do this on the fly: I didn't really give it a second thought.  During my internal argument, my feet had decided to do what my head was trying to stop me from doing. I tapped on the shoulder of a small man who was calmly standing in the hallway. 

"Excuse me," I started, "Do you know where terminal 32 is?"  I looked at the back of his head, and then at the floor. He slowly turned around to face me. Everything in my brain was telling me to run the other way, but I kept my feet still, and calmly stood and awaited his answer.

"Yes, I do. Just go left at the corner and it should be right in front of you."  He smiled assuringly, but it soon faded. "(Y/N)? Is-is it really you?" He asked tentatively. I looked up at him, and his brown eyes were staring into my (E/C) ones. His skin was the color of chocolate and his smile was just as sweet.

"James? As in James 'Jemmy' Madison?" I laughed, and he enveloped me in a warm hug. Despite his size, he was a great hugger. He pulled back but kept his hands on my shoulders. 

"It's been two years too long, (Y/N)! I am so sorry for not contacting you. I became very busy, and just flat out...forgot." He apologized. I shook my head and chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, my friend. How have you been?" I asked. 

"Very busy, as I said, but well. Business is good, and university has been amazing! How about yourself? You seem, frazzled." Oh yeah, I forgot he was hired by a sails company early on out of high school. 
"I was hoping you wouldn't notice," I nervously laughed, and rubbed the back of my neck, "I was accepted into an exchange program, and I'm heading overseas for the rest of my sophomore year, and all of junior year in university. Didn't really give it much thought...I just said yes."  His smile seemed to stretch from one ear to the other, and he bounced on the balls of his feet. 

"Us too!" 

"Too what? And who's 'us'?"  Just then, a pair of rather large hands covered my eyes. I threw my elbow back in an instant of self-defense and stomped down on their foot. There was a slight yelp. I spun around and saw a mass of kinky, brown hair on top of a magenta sweatshirt, matched with a pair of magenta Vans. He was bent over, holding his foot. His head looked up, towards me, and shot an evil glare. I stifled a laugh, he had an unshaved, uneven stubble across his caramel face. 

"Barney! You look, terrible. What happened?" I inquired. He stood up straight, towering over me. At this height, he was slightly intimidating.

"You know I hate that name, (N/N). But to answer your first question, Jemmy and I are going overseas as well! To answer your second question, nothing has happened to me. Jemmy forgot to set an alarm and we slept in. Couldn't shave this morning." He elbowed James in the ribs, making him stumble sideways. I eyed them suspiciously and smirked. I always shipped them, but I never thought it would ever actually happen. James seemed to have noticed, and his eyes went wide. 

"No no no! It's not what you think it is, (Y/N)! We aren't together!"  I laughed, and a few people glanced over, and I flipped them off. 

"Sure you aren't." I laughed. "What about you not having set the alarm? That implies you were in the same room, doesn't it?" I stated calmly. James was obviously flushed, so Thomas spoke up.