I find it so nerve wrecking that we are background characters to other people's lives. One person can mean the world for you, but the next person means nothing. The best example I could give are airports. At airports, you see people running around trying to catch their planes for business trips, vacations, to meet someone, or change their destiny. I hate airports. I like plane rides, but airports not so much. The only thing I look forward to at airports is eating cinnamon buns with hot coffee and reading. I feel as though I haven't had enough time to read since my last promotion. My new partner- I've met her before during work retreats. We've actually been pretty good friends, we hit it off during the first retreat and have been skyping since. But now we're officially partners. Due to the promotion I have to move to the wet city of Roseport. I don't mind though, because I truly love grey, rainy days.
 

But that's not important.
 

“Thank you.” The clerk hands me my boarding pass. I turn to pick up my dufflebag- I made an effort to pack light. My pace was slow, there was no reason to run to my plane, I still had about an hour to get there. Still, I headed to my gate just incase to not be late. I have the tendency to not look at the time after all. I bought a large cup of coffee: there was no use in trying to sleep anyway. Plane rides are rather uncomfortable.
 

There are moments in time when you notice something... you know, something that catches your eye.
 

That's what he was. He simply caught my eye somehow. Possibly the way he stood with his chin up, strutting like he owned the place- maybe he did, I mean his clothes looked really expensive. He looked like a model. He froze for a moment, and it looked like he was looking over at my direction; still, I couldn't find a reason as to why he'd look over my way. His dark aviators covered his eyes though so he could easily be looking past me, which seemed like a more reasonable guess. He was just so gorgeous. His movements so sly. He shifted his head slightly, whispered to someone close by- but when he moved away he strutted to the closest bar.

So maybe I was acting a bit stalkerish. I was being a little creepy. I couldn't help myself though, and I still had 45 minutes until boarding. I followed him. He sat down by the bar area, cooing at the lady bartender. He smiled crookedly, in a flirtatious way while she flirted back. She was one of those blonde girls who looked too thin to be real. Her high cheek bones didn't match her long face yet for some reason looked stunning on her. The type of girl who could easily be broken in two, the kind that would be on Next Top Model. She was a “gifted beauty” I sneered into my coffee cup. Those big eyes of her's starring intently at the man. I felt a pang of anger, he was looking at her rather than at me- though I shouldn't really expect him to look at me. I sat outside of the bar, on one of their dinning tables, flipping through my book pretending to read when really my eyes were fixed on him. I'm practicing my private eye skills, I muttered in hopes of making me feel less... stalker-like. He stood up after drinking a couple glasses of some hard core drink, set a small wad of money down next to his glass then strutted away. Walking past me, he stopped just a step away from my table. I could feel his stare drilling holes into me. My breathing stopped. I tried to remain calm, pretend I wasn't paying attention to him but rather my book. The sound of his footsteps were soon masked by other people's banter. By the time it felt safe to look up he was gone. Gone.

And it was boarding time. Crap.

I grabbed my duffle, my book and cup and darted to my gate. I'm sure people were already boarding without me! I made it at my gate, just in time for the last passenger to board. The flight attendant didn't look too pleased at me. Her long finger nails ripped at my boarding ticket. Her lip nearly twitched as she handed me my plane ticket back. I wanted to explain to her that there was this godly being in front of me and I had to watch him but that might make things worse- for me. I tried to walk to my seat as swiftly as possibly without getting noticed by anyone. I wanted to, that is. I'm not exactly the swiftest person- bumping into seats and whispering my sorries- it's hard to believe I actually got promoted rather than demoted at work. That's when I saw him. Him, with his perfectly combed hair, and clothes that probably were worth more than what I make in a month. He looked over at me, pulling his aviators off with just a finger. He smirked at me, then continued to write on a piece of paper. That's when I realized his seat was literally behind mine. This is like the beginning of a really bad romantic comedy. I sat down trying to calm the crap down, trying not to think of anything that will make me seem stupid.

A tap on my shoulder? I looked behind me. He passed the paper he was writing on to me. It read:

“I want to get to know you.
But I'm not interested in easy girls.
And don't get attached to me.”


What was this...? Was he hitting on me while being a douchebag? Or was he just giving me some sort of manual on how to get in his pants? I looked up at him. “Are you being serious?”


“I'm being dead serious.” He smirked. “But don't get attached.” He repeated.


There are moments- stupid moments, like the time you decided to wear those y heels that kill your feet but gawd damn you looked hot in those shoes. Moments that are for now and who cares about later? There are moments where you can change your whole life around by doing that one stupid thing you know you'll regret but it just needs to be done.

I grabbed the back of his neck, my fingers in his hair, gripping at his perfectly combed hair- now ruined with my fingers. I shoved
his face to mine, making a kiss so deep, so forceful, I was just so desperate to finally taste him.

I never do things like this. I never do stupid things like this. Stupid things that shift my entire life completely. Yet I did it now. My lips shaped against his, trying to be the perfect match with his. His teeth lightly scrapped mine. His tongue was playing with mine. His mouth morphed with mine. All I can remembered was how I didn't want to stop.

But the flight attendant rung that stupid plane speaker telling everyone to buckle their seat belts. I let go of his hair.

“I want to get to know you.” he finally spoke

“But you're not interested in easy girls.” I mumbled, my lips heaving small breaths against his.

“Just don't get attached.”

There are moments, stupid moments, like the time I kissed this man. Moments that was for the present and I didn't care for the future. There are moments that can change your whole life around by doing one stupid thing, that I should have known I would regret but I didn't care. I needed to kiss him.