-Present Time-
Kunal woke up with a hairy arm around him and something poking his ass. Wait. What. Ohgod. He quickly got up, horrified. Luckily the bed didn't creak, and Sameer didn't wake up. Ohgod. ohhhhgodno. He...had finally done it. Well he hadn't technically done it, but still. He'd touched Sameer's...and Sameer had touched his...ohhhno. This was bad. He had to get out. He didn't know where he'd go, but he couldn't stay here. He packed up all of his things and headed to the airport to catch a flight somewhere. It was still dark out when he got to the airport. Sameer couldn't have been awake by now, Kunal thought. A weird sadness shot through his chest, even Kunal couldn't deny he wished last night hadn't happened.
He saw the sign of all the flights leaving within half an hour. There weren't many, it turned out it was only 6 in the morning. One was to Miami, another to London, a third was going to Canada and a fourth was going to India. Kunal weighed the options. He knew he couldn't go back to Miami, that one was for sure. He didn't know anyone in Canada, but it was awfully cold up there and Kunal really didn't want to be any colder than he already was. That left India and London. Kunal wanted to go back home, but realized...he didn't have one. He could try and go back to India, but who would want to see him? Then he remembered London. He had never been to the place his parents had died, hadn't even been to the country or seen their gravestones. His parents had only had enough money to buy plane tickets for themselves, they were planning on working and saving enough money for Kunal and his brother. It was decided, he would go to London. He bought the ticket and boarded the plane. He wanted to check his phone, but the stewardess told him to turn it off. If he was in the right state of mind he would have hit on her, but he just wanted to crawl into a hole and wallow in self pity so he didn't. If he'd checked his phone, he would have found 13 missed phone calls from Sameer, Abhi, and Neha, along with 37 texts from Sameer begging his Jiggrypoo to come back.
When the plane landed, Kunal quickly realized his plan was not well thought out. He had no place to go, and no idea of where he was or where to go. He had heard of Southall from some movie he and Neha had watched once, he vaguely remembered there being a large indian population. He managed to find a bus to take him there and hop on.
When he arrived, it was ten o'clock, and there was a few places still open. He found an indian restaurant still opened, and walked in. There were a few Sikh men in the back, singing and dancing. He couldn't help but smile a bit. He sat down and an old lady came to ask what he wanted to eat. When he spoke, the lady smiled a bit. "vhere are ju from, beta? Jhu are not from here haan?" Kunal smiled, "No, i'm from America." The old lady got all excited. "Amreeka? Mera bhateeja lives in Amreeka!" Kunal smiled even wider, his dimples fully showing for the first time all day. "Where does your nephew live, aunty?" "Miami, beta." His smile was now gone. "I live in Miami too", he said, a hint of sadness showing. The aunty was too excited to notice, and ran into the kitchen without even taking his order. When she came out, she brought with her the one person Kunal wanted to see even less than Sameer.