Rebbecca was known to be a bright and cheerful girl. She had quit her last job as a secretary for being a flight attendant in her pursuit to travel the world and to be in the air. It was her first voyage she would leave on the ten o'clock flight out of Pennsylvania, a short stop in New York, and then board a flight to London, then to Paris to spend the night, and back again. She was both excited and nervous for the start of her adventure, but when she woke up that morning she couldn't help but smile.
She was an all around nice girl who had friends and some strangers who would say that her only vice would be her timid and sometimes helpless nature when it came to angry strangers.
And unfortunately for Rebbecca, it was a very surly, very sarcastic, and a very angry English teenager and his somewhat flirtatious companion who boarded her first flight.
Arthur couldn't believe this was happening, here he was in the body of a helpless seventeen year old having to look after his IDIOTIC lover, deal with FUCKING SLOW traffic, and NOW he had to go through AIRPORT SECURITY! To say he was in a sour mood was too light of description, Arthur was livid with rage with a twinge of jealousy that flared whenever Al decided to chat up some form of the female gender. Bloody Git.
It was at that moment in time Alfred noticed a very pretty girl next to them in the twisty line of security. She wasn't too tall but she wasn't what some would call short with dirty blond hair that was tied up in a braid at the base of her neck that fell to mid back. She looked kind of sportish-like with a non discript outfit wearing a tank top and some jeans that in his opinion showed off her curves quite nicely. I wonder if she's fun to talk too...
"God, how long is this gonna take?" Arthur stated, decidedidly not really trying to start a conversation but still wanting some form of acknowledgement from the man-turned-boy next to him. When a minute passed and he received no such acknowledgement, Arthur turned around to make sure the idiot was still standing where he was supposed to be. Which he was, but he was not facing Arthur or giving any other indication that he even heard him. Alfred seemed to be thoroughly distracted and was staring across the rows of people. Arthur wondered what on earth could hold his attention like that. He knew that there wasn't a T.V. in the plain room that was playing sports and he couldn't smell any type of food that could hold Alfred's interests.
So he followed the still taller boy-mans eyes and felt a strong streak of jealousy shoot up from the pit of his stomach to the back of his throat. He felt an angry flush stain his cheeks while his mind was screaming. His hand clenched at the small tote bag he had been caring.
Alfred was having fun watching this mysterious girl interact with her surroundings. It seemed she was just as impatient as Arthur was with the way she would constently shift her weight from one foot to the other, how her hand absently fiddleld with her necklace, how she would sigh her annoyence. It was fun comparing the two, their slight manurisms where indeed very similar and he wondered if her eyes danced with a kind of fire the way Arthurs did when he was angry. If her cheeks would become the lovely shade of red Arthurs did when he had... well when he teased him. Speaking of Arthur... Alfred turned with a slight smile on his face with the intention of informing him of his observations and maybe tease him a bit when he came face to face with a very red Arthur. It was not the red he had come to love though...
"What on earth are you looking at?" Arthur hissed out, trying to avoid gaining the attention of those around them.
"Huh?" Alfred replied not quite understanding why Arthur was mad, he hadn't done anything stupid yet.
"Stop staring at every single girl you come across! You phedophile!"
"I'm NO-mph" Alfred started to say in a rather loud voice before Arthur slapped a hand across the teen's mouth.
"Don't be so loud! We're in a public place." Alfred glowered from behind the hand for a while before reaching up and removing it.
Alfred leaned down until he was parallel with Arthurs height. "I am not a pedophile," he whispered into Arthurs ear, which caused the jealous englishman to now become flustered as well, "the only one who could be accused of that..."
He leand closer until his lips brushed against the shell of Arthurs ear.
"Is you, old man."
Now, normally Arthur would explode with furry, however he was overwhelmed by the nearness of Alfred. The still larger hand holding his arm, the lips just hovering by his ear, the warm breath that tickled its way down the nape of his neck, and the undeniable husky tone that his voice took. And in the back of his mind the fact they were still in a very public place.
Oh yeah. They were in an airport. In line to the security check.
Before anything else could happen and despite the thrilling feeling that turned in the bowels of his stomach, the hope that something was about to happen, and it wasn't Alfred just teasing him, he jerked his arm out of Alfred's grasp and brought his other hand up and whacked the younger over the head.
Alfred's body awkwardly stumbled away from Arthurs, "Ow! What was that for?" If they didn't have attention earlier they had it now.
"Stop that. We're going now." Arthur muttered while he whipped around and picked up his luggage. He didn't however turn fast enough that Alfred didn't see, in his opion, a very becoming shade of pink dusting Arthurs cheaks. Alfred smiled picked up his own luggage and pursued his older lover.
After dealing with security which took much longer than needed because Alfred had set off the alarms due to the fact that he forgot to leave his six inch hunting knife at home, and then having to wait while Alfred had to file paperwork to have it shipped back to his house, then a 'quick' stop at the airport McDonalds and Starbucks, and then the wait to board the plane, the pair were in there seats waiting for take-off.
"Who the bloody hell carries a SIX INCH HUNTING KNIFE with them!" Arthur fumed.
"I said I was sorry already. They never used to check that stuff in the fiffty's." pouted the chastised teenager.
"In the fucking FIFFTY'S! It's the new melenium fer Christ's sake!"
"Whatever, at least we're on the plane now."
"Hello! Welcome to British Arlines! Can I get you two something to drink?" said a rather chipper voice from behind Arthur.
He didn't even have to look, from the high pitched voice the person was obviously female and from the way Alfred's posture straightened and the smile that replaced the frown that had been there previously, she was very pretty. His suspission was correct when he turned to find a young twenty something with flaming red hair and a slim figure smiling back at him. His frown deepened.
"I'll have a coke please!" Alfred responded. The attendent smiled and nodded then looked at Arthur waiting.
"A beer please." He curtly replied to the unspoken question.
The attendent looked confused and concerned for a while before asking with a uncertian voice, "umm, do you have an I.D. I can check?"
Arthur glared back at the attendent before realising that he looked younger than he was. He sighed heavily. "Water."
"I'm sorry?"
"I said I'll have water." The reply was harsh and came with a glare. Arthur was seriously questioning this woman's intellagence.
"Okay, umm, one moment please..." she tappered off awkwardly then dissipeared back into the cabin at the end of the plane.
