Alyssa:

I watched as Kayla leisurely walked to the coffee stand to get what I had asked of her. At the moment I was finishing up the final poster for the anime convention that was coming up. This would also explain why I was sitting in a cramped airport.

I began chewing on my pen top while staring off into space.

Minutes later I was jolted out of my daydream by a loud crashing sound. It sounded like it came from where Kayla should’ve been. I turned my head and sure enough there she was. On the floor with some guy sitting on her, looking completely confused.

"Get the heck off me!" Kayla was fumed. Ha-ha. I think the coffee spilled all over them…hm…that was mean…

The guy was now attempting to slide off my friend. But I think he was stuck. Sure enough his belt was now attached to her shirt. I told her not to wear the fishnets over the tank, but did she listen to me? No.

"Alliy!"

"Eh?" I grunted loud enough for her to hear. Maybe I should help them? Nah. I looked on in mild fascination. This was something you didn’t see everyday.

"I’ll kill you!" Gesh, why so loud?

I stood, shoving my hands in my skinny jeans and walking over to the frustrated girl.

"And how can I be of service, my dearest friend?" I muttered, giving a small mock bow.

"I’d hit you right now if I wasn’t trapped under whoever the hell I’m under!" And again with the yelling.

"If you want my help then I’d appreciate you lowering you voice," I bent down to assist my fallen comrade. I couldn’t help but notice how attractive the guy was.

Then I realized he had been silent this whole time. My face was about level with his at the moment. I locked eyes with him and a small blush played its way across his face.

"Would you help me?" His voice held a heavy German accent. It was quiet adorable.

I simply nodded and turned back towards my friend.

"Kayla, um…take your top shirt off, please," That’s weird to say…

Kayla struggled under the weight of her burden but finally managed to get out of the death trap she called a shirt. Personally I stick to simple T-shirts.

I watched the guy stand. He towered over both me and Kayla. And he was hella skinny. He twisted around and ripped the small shirt off his belt and handed it to Kayla.

"It’s got a hole in it now!" She looked like she was going to cry.

"But there are tons of holes in it already…" The guy pointed out.

Kayla scowled. "But it’s bigger than the rest. And it’s all your fault!" She pointed at his chest, moving forward to thrust her finger at him. "You -thrust- owe me -poke- a new -shove- shirt!"

He merely shrugged. "What is your problem? It is only a shirt," The expression on his face hadn’t changed a bit.

"It took me a whole month to save for this shirt!" Just as she finished her sentence the guy had his hand held inches from her face.

"The plane is leaving. Tschau," He turned around and headed to three guys about his age and they went to wait in line.

"We should go. Kayla. Really," I ran a hand through my blonde hair, which didn’t help the fact that it wouldn’t stay out of my face.

She had simmered down a notch. I watched as she trudged back to where I had recently been sitting. She held the shirt loosely in her hands.

"It’ll be okay. Hey, if you want I can try to get that guy to apologize?" My eyes scanned the line that group had fallen into. Our line. He was getting on our freaking plane. That really isn’t good.

"Nah, Alliy, Don’t worry about it. It’s only a shirt…" I simply nodded and packed up what had been working on.

"Last call! Flight 386! Flight 386! Now boarding! Last call! Flight 386!" Well, that’s us. And we’re going to be late.

I glanced back towards the line. The guy was looking at us and so was another. They looked quite similar. Only the latter had dreads pulled into a ponytail with a yellow hat on. His clothes made him look like a balloon. It was a weird thing: they’re so much alike yet so different…

I watched as the first boarded the plane, his black lion-like hair disappearing around a corner. It was finally our turn.