AN: Ok so, testing the waters with this one
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"Ugh, Lucy will you please move over?" Levy shoved herself against her best friends shoulder, hoping to move her over to the window seat.
"Ow! Levy that hurts!" She snapped. Then again, Levy was shoving her against the armrest of the other seat.
"Oh! Sorry Lucy!" Levy recoiled from her friend and stood up straight in the aisle. She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. "You really should move. You got in first, so you should sit by the window so I don't have to climb over you,"
"Yeah, but what if I need to go to the bathroom? I can't be climbing all over people if I sit by the window," Lucy pointed out.
Levy groaned in exasperation, "Lucy..."
"Excuse me," a gravelly voice spoke from behind Levy. She turned around, about to apologize for being in this person's way, when she suddenly found it hard to breathe.
The man that was currently towering over her was the kind of guy that, if you saw him on the street, you would immediately turn around and walk in the opposite direction. He was huge. Rippling muscles cased his sun-kissed arms and four studs dotted his scarred skin. Several more piercings glittered on his face: six replaced his eyebrows, while four more protruded from the sides of his nose, two on each side. His chin also held two of the iron studs. His raven hair was pulled back in a low ponytail to reveal at least ten more piercings around his ears. He was so tall that his head almost brushed the low roof of the plane. His intimidating crimson eyes were clouded over with exhaustion from a long day of traveling.
"O-oh. S-sorry sir. I didn't mean to get in your way," Levy stammered, sitting down in the aisle seat so that the man could pass.
"Actually, that's my seat," he pointed a calloused finger to the very seat I was currently sitting in.
Oh no...
"Oh! Sorry. Um... Here Lemme move over," Levy shuffled over to the middle seat, preparing To climb over Lucy when she realized the seat was vacant. She looked over and saw Lucy lounging in the next seat over, staring pointedly out the tiny window.
So it took a guy who looks like a prison escapee to get you to move huh? Figures. Levy settled herself in the cramped chair as the man tossed his small suitcase into the overhead compartment.
After securing his things, the large man ducked under the lower roof above the seats and threw himself into the seat next to Levy's, ramming his shoulder into hers as his did so.
Ow, Levy thought as she rubbed the spot on her arm that was assaulted by the man next to her, That's probably going to leave a bruise.
Levy shifted over in her seat, trying to get as far away from the man as possible without seeming rude.
The last few passengers were now shuffling around, securing the last of their things and situating themselves in their seats. Levy envied the other passengers. They didn't have to sit next to what was likely a prison escapee for the next 5 1/2 hours.
The said man had just pulled out a laptop from his carry on bag and was now slowly typing away on it. The slow, erratic taps on the keyboard were driving Levy crazy. She was an amazing typer an could type 187 words per minute. Seeing or even hearing someone mutilate their computer like this always made Levy irritable. She pulled out a book and tried to loose herself in it, but ultimately failed.
Lucy chuckled at her friend's dismay, knowing full well that the sound was eating away at her eardrums.
Finally, after about a minute or so, the obnoxious clacking stopped, and a strange laugh emanated from the man beside her.
Levy glanced over at the frightening man and saw him staring at his computer screen. A wide grin was plastered across his face, revealing startling white teeth and two sharp canines.
Must be planning world domination, Levy thought, smiling grimly to herself, or imagining what it's like to eat a kitten.
"Gihihi," the man laughed again, still staring at the screen.
Levy, an extremely curious person, glanced over to see what the man was laughing at, expecting to see death and destruction. She was not prepared for the image that appeared before her.
There on his screen was a picture of two kittens: a black one and an orange one. The orange kitten seemed to be hugging the black one and there was a caption at the bottom of the picture that read: "Don't listen to them. You're not bad luck"
She looked up at the man again. He was still smiling. His face was lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. Levy giggled silently to herself, all of her previous thoughts about the man were immediately thrown out the window. She looked over at her best friend.
"What?" Lucy mouthed silently, obviously not wanting to get the attention of the intimidating man one seat over.
Levy grinned at her, looking around in her purse for a pencil. Finally finding one, she scribbled a message on the back inside cover of the book she was reading.
He's looking at kitten pictures
Lucy's eyes widened in surprise. She leaned over to see around Levy and was shocked to hind that she was right. The freaky biker dude was, in fact, looking at adorable kitten pictures.
"Omg," Lucy mouthed again and giggled quietly.
"Yeah I know!" Levy whispered, knowing that the man probably couldn't hear her of the chatter of the other passengers.
Just then, the pilot announced that the plane was preparing for take off. It began to move down the runway, away from the airport.
"Excuse me sir," a kind voice said from above them. Levy and Lucy looked up to see a very pretty flight attendant standing in the aisle above us. She had silky long white hair with the bangs tied up out of her face. Her dazzling azure eyes sparkled kindly down at them. "I'm afraid that you are going to have to put that away for now. You can bring it out again once we are at cruising altitude,"
"Huh?" The man tore his gaze away from the computer screen and glanced up at the woman. "Oh, yeah. My bad," He closed the computer with a snap and stored it away in the little sack hanging off the back of the seat in front of him.
"Thank you sir," the flight attendant moved on to check on the other passengers.
When the plane was finally airborne, both Lucy and the man were asleep, snoring softly. Levy stared at the now unconscious man. He looked slightly less menacing in his sleep. He had a "resting bitch face" of sorts that made him look quite intimidating (aside from the piercings of course).
Levy, remembering the pictures from before, chuckled to herself as she dove into her book. Serves me right for judging a book by its cover, she scolded herself. That man probably got so much hate and dirty looks from his appearance, even though he obviously had a soft side. For cats at least. Levy defiantly didn't want to get on his bad side. Those muscles and scars probably weren't just for show.
Just then, the plane hit a jolt of turbulence, knocking both Lucy and the man onto Levy's shoulders. Neither of them awoke from their slumber, just situated themselves in their sleep so that they were more comfortable.
Oh man! Levy thought as she tried to remove them from her shoulders without waking them. Her attempts were in vain when she realized that they just weren't moving.
Ugh, Levy settled herself back against the seat, leaving the two be. This is going to be a long flight.
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AN: OK! For a first attempt I don't think that was too shabby, just hella long! (For me anyway). OK! So I based this off of something that happened to me over spring break and I immediately thought of these guys. Well, I hope you enjoyed!
Later Taters!
~Icy
