hey guys, ok well this is my first fanfic. im really nervous so tell what u think. critisizm is allowed i would love to hear your opinions. umm, im not sure when i will be able to update, but as soon as i get the chance i will, i promise. but enough chit chat, heres the story :)


Chapter 1:

I got onto the plane, found my seat - a nice window seat - and made myself comfortable. It was a 15 hour flight back to New York. Visiting my sister in Australia was a little tiring and her two children were a bit annoying. I mean, I love children, and I'm great with them. It's just that after three weeks with the same people in an extremely small house is kind of frustrating.

Speaking of children, I heard a baby crying near the back of the plane. Thank god I had my iPod, because that was bound to get annoying.

A tall-ish, black-haired guy came and occupied the seat next to me, on my right. He was kind of hot. He had an earring on each ear. He was wearing a black jacket, sleeves pushed up revealing a tattoo of crossed fingers, with a plain white t-shirt underneath. He had on black skinny jeans and high tops. Yeah, definitely hot.

He smiled at me. I got all fluttery inside. Even his smile was hot. I smiled back. He got settled in his seat. The sigh signaling to put on our seatbelts flashed overhead. We all did as directed. And then the plane took off.

I put earphones in my ears and rested my head on the headrest. I turned the volume up to a reasonable level - not too loud, but loud enough to blank out the sound of the baby crying in the back. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Hot Guy chat with the guy on his right.

I turned the volume of my music down, so I could hear what they were saying. I heard Hottie's friend - I was sure it was his friend - whisper, "Sure, you get to sit next a babe." He had a British accent. Cool.

"Shut up, man. She's right next to me," Hottie whispered back, fiercely, though I could hear a smile in his voice.

I tried to hide my smile. Wow. This was going to be an amusing flight.

After about an hour and a half of hearing their talk about girls and other stuff that I didn't want to think about - did all guys talk about that stuff? - I turned my music back up. It was kind of funny for the first hour, but then it started getting a little annoying. Thirty minutes more and I was feeling pissed. They didn't ever shut up. The black-haired guy was still hot, though. It was just that the visit to my sister already had me annoyed, and listening to guys talk for hours wasn't going to help that.

About six hours later, I needed to use the bathroom. I groaned internally; I didn't feel like getting up. I was a very lazy person. I stood up and said to the hot guy, "Excuse me." He got up and moved aside, letting me pass.

On my way to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of Hottie's friend. He had brown hair - a little shaggy - and blue eyes. He was wearing a blue and white striped t-shirt with suspenders, but it didn't look dorky on him. It looked cute. Not as cute as Hottie, but cute enough. He was wearing red Capri's and Toms. Wow. It actually looked good on him.

I made my way to the bathroom, did my business, and washed my hands. I finished up and opened the door. I was shocked to see Hottie's friend standing right there, waiting to use the bathroom. He looked surprised, and then kind of embarrassed. "Umm, this is the lady's toilet," I said, trying hard not to laugh.

"Yeah, I figured that when you came out of it," he answered, and laughed. I let out a small laugh, too. "The men's bathroom is over there," I told him, pointing.

"Thanks."

I nodded and walked back to my seat, thinking, I have to tell Dina this, she'll totally crack up! Dina was my best friend back in New York. I told her everything.

"Excuse me," I said, again to Hottie. He looked like he was about to doze off. "Sorry," I added. He got up, once again, and let me through. "Its fine," he said - he had a weird accent, British mixed with something else; it was so cute - and smiled. I smiled back and took my seat.

I placed my earphones in my ears and turned on my iPod. When I saw Suspenders come back to his seat, I tried not to crack up. I smiled as I saw him trying - unsuccessfully - to hide a blush working its way to his cheeks.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes, not sleeping, just relaxing. After about half an hour, I felt a sort of heavy weight rest on my shoulder. I looked and saw that Mr. Sleepy Hot Stuff was sleeping on my shoulder. And he was snoring quietly!

I tried to stifle a laugh. Oh God, it was hilarious. Dina would definitely love to hear about this. I looked over at Mr. Suspenders and found him laughing his head off. I smiled. He was taking a video.

I looked back down at Hot Stuff. Then, I poked him, which made Suspenders crack up even more. Hot Stuff didn't do anything when I poked him, so I just left him alone and let him sleep on my shoulder.

When Suspenders finally stopped laughing, I was dozing off, but I was conscious enough to make sure that I put my head back and not on top of Hottie's head. I also tried not to move that much, so his head wouldn't fall off. I don't know why I was trying so hard to make him comfortable, though. I didn't even know him. Whatever.

I fell asleep thinking about that.

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