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Kai stared out the plane window, resting his chin in his hand, his elbow resting on the window sill. He heaved a sigh as he gazed out the window, bored. He hates long plane trips. Crying babies, snoring fat business men, women who speak loudly amongst themselves with their high-pitch voices. But above all that, he's sitting behind Tyson who's in the middle of an off-key singing contest with Max.
And he's winning.
Kai pushed down the urge to shudder and continue to stared heatedly out the window, praying to every God he can think off the make this trip go faster.
Ray glance over to Kai who was sitting next to him, frowning when he heaved a sigh. "Is there something wrong, Kai?"
Kai turned to face Ray and rose an eyebrow.
Ray sweatdropped. "I mean besides the obvious," he said, feeling a little bit foolish.
Kai shrugged and turned back to the window. "Nothing's wrong, Ray," he said.
Ray didn't look convince, but decided against pushing the dual hair teen for answers. It would just result in the 'glare of death' and nothing but an eerily, foreboding silence for the rest of the trip.
"And he rode that boat!" Came a crackerly, ear-piercing shriek from in front of them.
Instantly both Ray and Kai cringed and covered their ears. Sometimes having supreme hearing can be a curse.
"Whoa, nice one Tyson," Max congratulated. "Let me try."
"Go ahead, Max."
Max cleared his throat, then he too let out a gut-wrenching bellow that he calls singing.
Cringing again, Ray turned to Kai who was starting to look murderous. He saw his eye twitch and knows that he was on his last nerve. Kai breathed deeply through his nose, then suddenly kicked the back of the chair in front of, which happened to have Tyson sitting in. Tyson let out a girlish scream and head butt the chair in front of him. He cursed.
"What the hell was that for!" he asked, completely ignorant as to the reason why. He thought people were actually enjoying his singing.
"That's enough!" Everything went silent.
Kai stood up from his chair and leaned over the back of Tyson's, grabbing his ear. He hissed in a low, threatening voice, in a way that would make the most harden of criminals tremble with fear.
"If the two of you don't shut up, I'm going to shove the both of you in the overhead compartment, and I won't let you out until well after we land. Is that clear?"
Numbly, Max and Tyson nodded. Kai gave them one last piercing glare, then he let go of Tyson's ear and sat back down in his seat, an eerily silence filling the plane. Everyone was silent and still, even the babies knew that it wasn't safe for them to cry and opted to stay silent.
That was how the rest of the trip went. In complete silence, even the captain was reluctant to make a sound, and he wasn't even there!
Kai heaved a sigh and continued to look gloomily through the window.
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Walking through the airport terminal, everyone was glad to get off the plane. They quickly grabbed their luggage.
"We should have someone to show us where we're staying," Kenny informed everyone as he typed quickly on his laptop. "He'll be here in a minute."
"Who is it?" Max asked, but before he could answer a familiar blond appeared.
"Hey guys."
"Miguel!" Tyson leaped over to him and grabbed one of his hands, shaking it rapidly. "Hiya Miguel, how are you?"
Miguel sweatdropped and had to forcibly remove his hand from Tyson's grip. "I'm fine," he said as he shook his hand to get feeling back to it. "Mr. Dickinson asked me to meet with you guys."
"Oh, cool," Max said. "We were just wondering who we were suppose to meet up with."
As Miguel continue to speak with the group, Kai couldn't help but stare. That hair, it looks just like the hair from his dreams. It couldn't be. He grabbed his chest, feeling light headed.
"Kai!"
Startled, Kai turned to the person who called his name. He blinked and shook his head. "Yeah?" he asked, with a somewhat faraway voice.
"What's wrong, are you feeling sick?" Ray asked, concern abundant in his golden eyes.
Kai felt uneasy by the way everyone was looking at him. They all had concern etched on their faces, even Miguel. Suddenly the dizziness intensified. "I'm fine," he managed to say. "I've just got a headache and probably suffering from jetlag." he explained.
The others nodded, somewhat pleased with the explanation, except for Miguel. He frowned and looked unconvinced. Kai mentally asked him not to say anything. As if he did get the message, Miguel nodded.
"Everyone ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah," Everyone, but Kai, said. They grabbed their stuff and started to follow Miguel through the airport terminal and out into the busy Spanish streets. Kai couldn't help but admire the historic structures around him, seeing the old cobble laneways was something he found strangely homely.
He shifted his gaze back to his group and noticed that they too were admiring their surroundings. Kai was about to return to his own sight gazing when he noticed that every once in a while Miguel would look over his shoulder and look directly at him, concern abundant in his bright blue eyes. Immediately Kai focused his attention to the ground and with nothing but sheer will power he managed to stop himself from blushing.
He mentally scolded himself. For heaven's sake. It's only a dream.
"Here we are," Miguel said, stopping in front of an old, multistory hotel. The building was painted white with green leaf vines trailing along the outside, and wrapping around each small balcony that each room provided.
"It's beautiful," Hilary squealed. "It looks so romantic," she sighed, her eyes turning into a dreamy haze.
Tyson snorted. "Who would want to get romantic with you?"
The dreamy haze quickly parted and was replaced by a vicious, murderous one. She turned to face Tyson, fire appearing in her eyes. "What did you just say?" she hissed.
Everyone sweatdropped while they watched Hilary and Tyson picker like an old married couple. The insults were coming hard and fast, but incredibly lame. So lame that it made everyone cringe.
"Tyson, Hilary, stop that," Ray said, finally. "You're probably making Kai's headache worst."
The bickering pair instantly stopped, which was the smartest thing either one of them has done all day, and apologized to Kai. Kai waved them off.
"Lets just go inside." he said, his hands fiddling with the strap of his bag. He felt a light sensation that someone was watching him and he immediately turned to Miguel.
Surprised, Miguel felt his eyes widen when Kai abruptly turned to him, catching him red-handed. He didn't mean to stare, it's just that…
"Hey, Miguel," Came Kenny's voice, distraction both him and Kai from staring at each other. "Do you live around here? If so, where?"
Miguel smiled and pointed to the hotel behind him. "I live here," he explained. "My grandparents own this place, and I help out whenever I can."
"That's so cool!" Max said, the happy puppy expression settling itself on his face once again.
"Come on," Miguel said, opening the doors. "I'll show you to your rooms."
Everyone walked inside, all admiring the grand staircase and the old bar area. They meet Miguel's grandparents. They were a nice, old couple, friendly too, especially, for some reason, towards Kai. It was as if they recognize him, and it's not because he's a blader.
"Everyone has their own room, is that ok?" Miguel asked, as he went about getting the keys.
"That's fine," Kai said, feeling grateful that he doesn't have to share a room with anyone. They might begin to question him about his dreams. Waking up in the middle of the night, blushing madly with a soft, dreamy look on his face, was not something he wanted to rest of his team to see. His tough guy reputation would go fluttering out the window.
Following Miguel, they walked upstairs and separated, heading into their rooms. They agreed that they'll get settled in and meet down stairs in the bar area. With his bag weighting heavily on his shoulder, Kai followed Miguel silently as the blond lead him to the room at the end of the hall.
"Here's your room." Miguel said, unlocking the door. He turned the handle and pushed the door open. He stepped back to let Kai walk in first. Kai nodded his thanks, a light red on his cheeks and wandered through the door. The room was simple, with a large bed against the far wall.
"Is everything ok?" Miguel asked, nervous as Kai walked around the room.
"It's beautiful," Kai found himself saying before he really had the chance to think. He glanced over to Miguel to see a flicker of relief and he looked a little proud. They continued to look at each other when Miguel realized what he was doing and faked a cough.
"Well, I'll leave you to get settled in," he said, feeling a little embarrassed. "Things to do."
"Yeah," Kai muttered, also feeling a little, dunno, nervous? "Running a hotel must be busy."
"Yeah," Miguel replied. They stared at each other again. "Well, I should be going now."
"Yes, don't want to keep you, from doing things, that is."
"Right. Well, later."
"Yeah, later," Kai said, a feeling of longing returning to his chest. He watched as Miguel sent another glance over his shoulder as he stepped out of the room. He softly closed the door behind him. Kai breathed deeply in an attempt to get his heart rate back to normal.
He walked over to the bed and threw himself down onto the quilt. He sighed and wandered how a dream can caused him so much trouble. It's not like the blond could possible want anything to do with him.
And that really hurts.
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Don't you like how Miguel and Kai are nervous around each other? I find it cute (squeals)
Next chapter: Getting ready for the fund raiser.
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