[I don't own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story besides Billy Numerous' family. R & R please.]
Kyd walked down the plane's ramp with Billy, feeling like an alien among the people in the airport. He'd never really been anywhere south of Jump, he'd grown up in France with his parents and living in Jump was already a huge step for him. Billy soon sensed his friend's nervousness, putting a hand on his shoulder to calm him.
"You'll be fine! It'll take awhile to get used to everything here, but it'll be fun. I promise." Billy said walking around with his uneasy friend and looking for the exit. Kyd looked amazed as he watched the people go by in the airport, he'd never seen people so friendly to each other. Meanwhile Billy was silently praying that his brother actually got the message and showed up outside the airport to pick them up.
"Billy...what if your family doesn't like me? What if they don't want me spending the week with you?" Kyd asked, suddenly extremely nervous and failing to ignore the terrifying drop in his stomach.
"You'll be fine shug! My family's not really the kind of folk to turn someone away, even if they are a little bit different. They're gonna just love ya I know it! Ya just need to calm down and be yourself." Billy said happily as he searched the parking lot for a familiar beaten down red pickup truck.
"Uhm…'shug'?" asked a now blushing Kyd Wykkyd who was fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie.
"Oh! Uh...sorry El! Guess it's my country really kicking in now that I'm back home! Down here we call pretty much everybody 'sweetie' or 'shug'. Sorry haha!" Billy covered quickly.
"Oh! Okay then." Said Kyd, only slightly disappointed as Billy mentally screamed at his slip up.
Only a few seconds later, the older voice of a familiar jerkface brother came roaring through the crowds.
"Willy, over here little brother!" Yelled Billy's brother from the pickup truck Billy was searching for.
Almost as soon as they got there, he started what he normally did. William Strayer's brother Connor wasn't exactly the 'subtle' type. He was wearing beaten down and mud covered jeans with a blue crosshatch pattern shirt and messy brown hair similar to Billy's.
"You must be Elliot! Billy here's told us a ton about you! You're a little shorter than I thought though…" Said Billy's older brother Connor as loudly as possible.
"He has?" Said Kyd slightly panicked.
"Oh yeah definitely! Why didn't ya tell us you were bringing your boyfriend for Christmas Willy?" Said Connor as Billy silently seethed at 'Willy'.
"He's not my boyfriend! He's just ah...just a friend here for Christmas. That'll be okay with Mom won't it?" Said Billy, his voice cracking slightly.
"Oh she'll be fine with it! Now hop on in, we need to try and make it home before it gets too late! You know how Mom is." said Connor.
Billy and Kyd got into the pickup truck with Connor, only to realize there wasn't much room for all three of them. Eventually, they got into the position where Kyd was sitting in Billy's lap and blushing heavier than ever. His whole face and the tips of his ears were flushed a bright red as he bit his cheek to stop himself from smiling widely. Billy had wrapped his arms around Kyd's waist as to make sure he didn't slide onto messy floor and was also fighting a terrible blush. Meanwhile both of them were trying and failing to ignore the fact that Kyd seemed to fit perfectly in Billy's lap.
Connor hopped into the driver's seat after them, chuckling at their behavior. Of course he already knew about his little brother's recent pining after the other boy he brought. He wasn't stupid! And he was ready to go to hell and back to get them together. They made a pretty dang cute couple if he did say so himself. And if they thought this was bad, they were going to have one hell of a week at the house with the rest of Will's family.
Connor started up the truck, Keith Urban filling up the spaces between the three boys with his music. It took a while for Connor to actually find his way out of the crowded airport parking lot, but at least in that time it seemed like William and Elliot had settled in more. Elliot had his head leaned backwards and resting on Will's shoulder while William was squeezing his waist happily and resting his head in the crook of Elliot's neck. Connor smiled as he quietly muttered something like 'just friends he tells me, nothing more he tells me'.
Elliot would have easily been asleep had he not been so distracted by the outside scenery. It was beautiful to him. He'd never been anywhere that wasn't constantly bustling with cars and neon lights. Here, the brightest lights you'd see at night were the stars. He watched in a haze as the faint lights of Birmingham faded out into the starlit sky, the few cars he could find on the roads transforming into large grass fields littered with cows and horses. Everything was so inhumanly peaceful, not the kind of foreboding peace he was used to. Everything was so soft and rugged at the same time, quiet yet bright, strong yet welcoming. Elliot wanted to stay forever, and he had only just gotten here. To think William was born here, and made a distinct choice to leave amazed him. Elliot closed his eyes and finally ended his fight not to fall asleep, praying to whatever poor guardian angel watching over him that this wasn't some amazing dream.
William on the other hand, was wide awake. He watched in amusement as Elliot seemed awestruck by the not so amazing surroundings. Billy was taking them in as well, just in a different way. It seemed like every made up landmark they passed held some childhood memory he'd stored away until now. There he got baptised for the first time, there was where he broke his leg trying to be a daredevil, there he learned how to whittle wood for the first time with his father.
Soon enough, Billy noticed that Kyd had fallen asleep to the peaceful surroundings. He stared amusedly at his sleeping form, fighting the urge to move his hair away from his face. After a few minutes of this he could hear his older brother chuckling at his lovesick attitude and struggled with the fight against the urge to punch him in the face. Before he could however, Elliot started curling up to him in his sleep. When he was finally done squirming, Elliot had turned to lay sideways in Billy's lap. He had his face buried in Billy's chest one of his hands clutching onto the fabric tightly as Billy laid his head on top of the other's and nuzzled his hair affectionately. Screw Connor, he wouldn't interrupt this moment for the world. Soon enough, Billy too fell asleep while holding Kyd close to chest protectively. Kyd's soft breathing lulling him like a long lost lullaby.
