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Chapter 38- Clifton | In The Event Of An Emergency, Assume The Bracing Position

Chapter 38: In The Event Of An Emergency, Assume The Bracing Position

As the flight attendant was miming out the inflight passenger safety announcements, Clifton couldn't help but notice a peculiar tension that zapped through the economy class.

Out of all the people in camp, the irony of the situation was that Marie and Jonathan were the only two in their group of friends that got seated next to each other. Across from him and three rows ahead, Myra sat drinking a mixed fruit capri sun. His sister was somewhere in the back near the left wing and the only reason he knew that was because there wasn't enough space in her over head compartment, so some of her rock-filled bags were above his seat.

Clifton could hear Jon and Mare's conversation all the way from his seat. They sat a couple sets behind him, and it was a lot of Jonathan trying to initiate conversation and Marie mumbling a concluding remark.

"Jonathan, as far as I'm concerned you're still a giant asshole. You could practically fuck yourself right now and call it anal. Damn whichever god put our seats together, but for the remainder of this flight, I -"

"Shit Mare, I missed that mouth of yours"

Clifton smiled knowingly, soon enough both of them would tire of this charade and go back to being the sickly cute couple that they think they're not. He looked at the front of the small aircraft that they occupied and saw the professors and teachers all listening attentively to the flight safety instructions. For every 7-9 students, one teacher joined the trip.

Once the instructions were conducted and the captain commenced departure, it felt like every single cell in Clifton's body turned on. This trip. He could feel it, it would be something to remember. He felt someone tap his shoulder and he turned to see that the person sitting next to him.

It was a guy from one of his photography seminars but not classes. He had lightly curled chocolate hair and skin that reminded Clif of the smooth dark tint of a cappuccino. He smiled at Clifton with a ear to ear toothy grin as if Clifton put the stars in his god damn sky. It made Clif falter back slightly and blink a couple times to comprehend what was happening.

Clifton shrugged at the boy unknowingly and one eyebrow slightly quirked up. The guy pointed to his own ears and Clifton realized that he was gesturing for him to take off his earphones. Oh.

Clifton unplugged his ears and heard the guy sigh a small breath of relief to which he assumed was the conclusion to the awkward exchange that they just had. "Hey dude, sorry I was just going to ask if you don't mind if I can pull up the arm rest"

Clifton stuttered out a "Yeah sure" so fast it took him a hot minute to realize that the guy was slightly chuckling to himself. "What's so funny?", Clifton asked to his betterment.

"Oh, it's just you're completely different to what I thought you would be like..." the guy muttered confidently. He pushed the arm rest that separated the two of them back up into the seat and shuffled back into comfort. After blowing the curls from his face, he turned to look at Clifton's slightly shocked face.

There was a plethora of questions that bolted through Clifton's mind. What the fuck was this guy??

"I'm sorry, but do we - am I.. how do you-" Clifton huffed out and decided to start with the most important, "What did you think I was going to be like?"

The guy smiled even brighter and looked happy that, that was the question Clifton chose. Clifton shifted uncomfortably in his seat and all of a sudden he wished the arm rest was back down and provided a barrier between him and this soon to be discoverable stalker. Except his eyes didn't say stalker, his eyes said 'the world excites me'

"Well to start off, I thought you were going to be much more verbose. I also thought you would be more... well... interesting?"

Clifton's eyes bugged out and he looked up and down the guys face to see if he was being serious. His face made no effort to change in sincerity... What the fuck was this guy??

Not knowing what words to articulate the rush that was going through his head, the guy went back to reading the book that Clifton then noticed was sitting on his lap. It was an analytical text on Van Gogh's lesser known artworks. So he's an art student, Clifton gathered. That added up why he only saw him at some of the photography seminars and not the lessons or tutorials. There was occasionally some crossover with other artistic and humanitarian subjects. So the students from other departments would join in to sit at the lecture.

Clifton tapped the guy on the shoulder, just as he did to him earlier. When the boy looked to Clifton apprehensively, Clif opened his mouth to give this fuckwit a mouthful, but just before he did the guy spoke up. "Before you say I've only known you all of approximately.." the guy actually looked at the wrist watch on his hand. Who the hell wears a wrist watch anymore?! "7 minutes, which in all fairness is true - I've known of you for all of about a week and a half. I also like observing people - so my evaluation is clarified with support of the subject at hand. You being that subject."

Once again, Clifton found himself lost for words. It felt like he was taken back into time to a 80's movie and this guy was the lead role of an absolute asshat. The guy spoke to matter-of-factly as if his word is the last word. A tone that made Clifton actually believe that what he was saying was true. Maybe Clifton was uninteresting....

No, this guy couldn't possibly deduce that his personality was dull in comparison to what he originally thought it would be. If anything, Clifton found himself caring what this stranger thought of him.

A noise interrupted his thoughts and he looked out the aisle to the front of the section. He saw one of the professors coming around and stopping at a handful of students. She had a clipboard in her hand and a whistle around her neck. For some odd reason, she reminded Clifton of a cartoon character.

Clifton turned back to the guy that sat next to him. In the short seconds that Clifton looked at the commotion that was happening in front of the plane, the guy went back to reading his book. Now that Clifton got a look at him, he was wearing a button up white t-shirt and dark brown corduroy pants that tucked in his shirt. He had black suspenders that rand up to the top of his shirt and he looked every much out of this societies fashion period. One suspender strap had fallen off the side of his shoulder, and Clif had to stop himself reaching out and fixing it back.

As if he could sense Clifton's desire to touch him, the guy looked up from his book through long lashes. Clifton immediately looked away from him, feeling ever so much like a kid from middle school. His eyes found the professor now at Myra's seat.

He frowned in confusion. What was this professor even doing?

Once the professor shuffled through papers from her clipboard, she took out the pen from it's top clip holder and held it out for Myra. "We spoke to your guardian about your medical condition and everything has been sorted for the trip, we just need you to sign here to agree to the terms of treatment."

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