The plane ride was unsettling. I’ve never really been good at flying, just never had the guts for it. Whilst we were somewhere over the wide open seas, I felt kind of gross. Luckily for me, I came prepared for whatever may be thrown my way so I packed some spare clothes in my carry-on luggage.
I swayed, and felt a little queasy on my way to the bathroom, but I was determined to get out of these clothes, and change into something a lot cleaner. As I was in the bathroom, someone was outside knocking, “Just a minute!” I call.
I had to make quick work of it, which wasn’t easy, considering I was putting on my favourite skinny jeans. I quickly put on my old Avenged Sevenfold singlet and my sandals and went quickly to open the door to allow the next person to use the toilet.
As I begin to walk out of the cubicle I start my apologies, “Sorry I took so long, they aren’t called skinny jeans for nothi-”.
I was cut off by the turbulence of the plane, and me being a clutz and stumbling into the arms of the man who was waiting to use the facilities.
“Shit sorry!” I say to him, very much embarrassed, with my cheeks turning a bright crimson.
“That’s no problem at all.” I heard an American accent reply. I look up, and my heart stopped.
“Hi.” He said, and I tried my hardest to smile and not gawk.
Oh the irony! I was wearing an Avenged Sevenfold shirt, and there stood Zacky Vengeance, looking at me with a smile that made my knees go weak.
“Hi.” I reply with a stunned smile. He looked down at my chest. He wouldn’t be the first guy to do that today.
And his smile grew. “I’m Gee.” I introduced myself to him.
“Judging by your shirt, you already know who I am. Not to mention the look on your face when you saw me.” He said with a flirtatious smile.
I look down at my shirt, then look at him and reply in a flirtatious and sarcastic tone, “Wow! You’re Zacky Vengeance! I’m a HUGE fan!”
I smile at him, and he chuckles. “Can you please relinquish my waist to me? I’d like to have it back?”
I ask with a cheeky smile. “I dunno,” he says, “are you gonna let me go?”
At that moment, I realised I was gripping quite tightly to his heavily tattooed arms. I have always thought that good-looking guys that have tattoos just become significantly sexier in my eyes.
“You like ‘em?” he asked. He must have seen me eyeing them off.
“Yeah I do. Clearly.” I let go of him and point to my chest, which has a large Death Bat tattoo in progress (among a few others located underneath my clothes) on my chest.
“I saw that. It looks good. Also gives people reason to look at your chest.” He winks at me.
“Didn’t you need to go to the bathroom?” I say flirtatiously, returning his wink. I turn to go back to my seat, his hands still around my waist.
“Well hang on. You can’t just fall into a guy’s arms, check out his tatts and then leave. I mean, what if I wanted to talk to you a bit more?”, still holding on to me.
I take his hands off my waist smile a cheeky smile and say, “E17” which was my seat number, and walk off. As I walked I could practically feel his eyes staring at my arse. I smiled, and thought to myself, ‘This is going to be an interesting flight.’

Notes

Now I am going to update a few chapters today, because I will not be able to for a couple of weeks.
So, being the kind person that I am I will update 3 or more chapters for your enjoyment.

Love always,

Mayday Hills
xxoo