Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed and Gundam Seed Destiny.

A/N: For this short, I'm aiming for [a conflicting sense of anger and happy (a would you make up your mind!) kind of thing]. I'm not sure if I had achieved the desired effect, though.

To WestAnimeBrigade - oh, I like the college theme and working in the same job place idea. Thank you for sharing! Now all I need is a plot. Hmm...

To everyone else who read and reviewed, thank you very much :D

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Italic for flashbacks, thoughts, and opinions.

It's Not What It Looks Like!

Shit! He was going to die.

Anger and anxiety caused his teeth to clench.

Yzak Joule was going to die! And it was his asshole of a best friend who's to be blamed.

The seatbelt sign lit up, then accordingly the stewardess moved on, staggering a little as the plane gave a bump, not that Yzak had noticed any of these because his mind was too busy running through the fine possible ways he could kill Dearka before death could ultimately take him.

Yzak clenched his sweating hands around the armrests of his seat, his already pale skin turning even whiter.

Fuck this plane! Five more hours? Can't this large piece of metal junk go any faster?

Fuck the person who assigned the sitting arrangements! He'd kill him too!

Fuck Dearka for switching seats!

And fuck Flay for agreeing to switch with him just so loverboy could seat next to his girlfriend!

The plane suddenly drops down again, and if Yzak thought he was feeling uneasy then, his body went completely rigid now when Flay's sleeping form, due to turbulence, had involuntary inclined against his arm while her head came to rest on top his shoulder.

Yzak felt his stomach tightened in a knot of panic,- Shit! Shit! Shit!- his face flushing bright red as he held onto his breath.

Why did it have to be her? Why, of all people, had it been Flay sitting next to Miriallia, and not some random idiot? God knew he secretly liked her! - so obviously just being able to seat next to her like this was- was... aw shit! ... That must be it! God wanted him dead!

There came another lurch. Flay murmured something in her sleep causing Yzak's momentum to shift. And as he looked at Flay sleeping on his arm, he had stopped complaining, could not barely think. And was instantly aware of three things simultaneously— one, that Flay looked equally breathtakingly beautiful to him despite the disarrayed red curls that fell down across her forehead and neck; two, that he liked the smell of green apple as he got a whiff of her hair; and three, that she was so very close; her being arrested him.

"I really like you."

Unaware of anything around them, his world had narrowed to only him and his romantic interest.

He leaned towards her without thinking, his lips a fraction of an inch away from her ear. His heart thundered in his chest as he felt the warm of her neck rising to his face. The soft strands of her hair brushing against his cheek. Then, very gently, he kissed her.

The outside world evaporated. There was only bliss.

Then less than half a minute later, Yzak stilled, his eyes shooting open as he realized something like a hammer blow- what the hell he was doing.

Yzak drew himself back short with a jolt.

SH-SHIT!

That didn't happen! Nothing happened! No one saw that! It was only a dream! Fuck Dearka!

Yzak quickly shifted his head left to right, looking around nervously, and was relieved to conclude that everyone within his scope was either asleep or were simple minding their own business. Thank God for that.

With as little movements, Yzak pushed back into the backrest.

Silence ensued. Restlessness ensued. Guilt ensued.

While heavily blushing, Yzak unconsciously sneaked another glance at Flay, but this time he was able to snap out of it, and eye away quickly while mentally shaking his head no.

Damn Flay for being so pretty.

Aware how hard circumstance was making his heart beat,

Really. Fuck this slow plane... Fuck Dearka!

Maybe he should feign sleep to get his mind off things.

Yzak shut his eyes for a moment before snapping them back open, cringing impatiently. Shit. This isn't working! And then his ears picked up something he wished he hadn't.

"Oh, my Gosh. Luna, did you just see that?" Meer, one Flay's friends, cheeped. The girl was seated on the next lane. And without wasting a second, quickly, she shook her seatmate awake, hysterically whispering, "that pervert just harassed Flay!"

**End 04/24/2011