Summary: The story of a girl and her 7 hours flight home for her friend's wedding celebration, a concert of the most famous singer of the generation. Only to end up seating with her arrogant, and annoying plane mate.

Plane mate chapter 1. Tickets please.

I can still clearly remember that day 3 years ago.

I was seating in Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok for my flight's stopover from Paris to Tokyo. I was wondering on what's something all the airports have in common. Excluding the facilities and the fact that planes land on it.

I came into conclusion as I saw him coming. Or should I say, I saw-them coming. It was the fact that every people in that place have their own destinations.

I was seating alone on the next gate's bench chairs with my leather bag pack on. I came in an hour before my boarding time after a delay happen earlier that morning but it still ended up that I have to stay a gate away for my next flight since every sit on my flight gates were taken. Really, it was a hassle for me to come home in haste for Sumire and Koko's wedding celebration day. See, I was the only one in the gang who didn't make it to their wedding, and so I need to make it up to them. By watching a concert with them.

What makes me wonder my thought is the fact that: An odd guy was seating across me.

Why did I say that he looks odd? 'Cause its 2 am in the morning and he was wearing a heavily tinted shades, and 2 men in black suits were standing behind him. Mind you, he didn't seemed like a gangster, since I never saw gangster in movies who wears cool black V-neck shirt under a gray coat. He was calmly seating with his hands busy tapping on his Blackberry phone.

I clutched on my passport and boarding pass ticket as I saw more men coming. They were 4 men wearing identical suits from the two standing behind the raven haired guy, and a kind looking old man who's dressed like a butler, they go straight towards his direction, forgive me. I mean, towards our direction.

I proved something right at that moment. I concluded that it is really hard not to eavesdrop when you find a conversation utterly interesting. Just to clear things out, I was never a gossip girl, but that didn't stop me from analyzing every move they did. He did.

It was the old man who broke that eerie silence.

"Sir, since the this flight was a sudden stop over from London, the management was sorry to say that they don't have spare seats in the business class section, either way, they'd be giving you the same treatment, but the seat would in the first few rows of the economy class." He gave off a very polite start of conversation just to be brushed off rudely by the stiff guy across me.

"Would that lessen 4 hours of waiting with this mob?" he said, not really as a question, but a statement.

I was far astound, how he dare speak of us people that way. He should have at least properly booked a flight if he wants to get the treatment he wanted. I don't care if he is vastly rich to make flight change but that wouldn't still be a right excuse to say such word.

"I believe so, sir." The kind man answered, as if he had heard that rude man says such rude words with his awfully rude personality.

"Take it." he said towards the old man. I actually think of butting in their conversation, but since it's impolite to intrude in others conversation, I just bit my tongue and comment no more. For that moment, I honestly thought he was nothing but and conceited man.

'All passengers of TG 62XX, flight from Bangkok to Tokyo is now boarding on Gate 7a.'

I took grab of my bag and my passport, and made my way towards the boarding area. There goes the familiar set of pretty girls dressed in violet dress. I was at the end of the line, and people lined in front of me. I get passed the gate after a couple of minutes and they tore a part of my ticket, but it's a different case when I handed my seat stub on the stewardess. She looked at me in confusion and said;

"Ma'am, it seems that you do not have a seat reservation in this flight." Of course I knew that I don't have a seat number in my ticket since it was a stopover flight, the girl in the check in area had told me that when I deposited my trolley bags earlier that morning.

I dug on my bag and took out my itinerary sheet and handled it to her with a smile and said, "I have a seat on the economy class." But a frown formed on her face. She then talked with one of her colleague and whispered with each other things that hell, I don't know anything about. At the side of my eyes, I saw Mr. arrogant seating on the window side, his men in black suits seating in his front and his back. He seemed to be engaged in deep thoughts.

"ma'am the seat for you was taken by a couple of chance passenger, the only seat is beside-" I didn't really heard what she said, but she pointed on the seat between Mr. Arrogant and the kind looking old man. Great. I just knew that I've got to spend the next seven hours of my life with him.

A/N: sorry for grammatical errors. This just popped in my mind after seating 2 hours in the departure boarding area in the airport.

Disclaimer: I'd never own GA. And the characters.