Unexpected

• Chapter Three •

^^Isn't he just adorable!

"Life's too short to not say what's on your mind."

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Since being sat next to each other for about four hours, Abel and I have been talking to each other like we've been friends for years. Once I got over the initial awkwardness of it all, conversation flowed so easily that we spoke about topic after topic. For some reason though, he is only now asking me why I'm on this plane.

"So, what brings you on this extravagant plane ride Keziah?" Abel questions.

"I'm going back home from the Barbados. Not on my own of course, but with my family obviously. As if my mother would even let me travel without her. Honestly, she really just needs to relax and breathe." I ranted at him.

Abel begins to laugh loudly for some unknown reason while I stare at him in concern.

"Um are you alright? Should I call someone? You seem like you're in need of desperate help."

While laughing Abel says "N-no, I don't need help. Its j-just that you w-wouldn't stop talking! You think your mum needs to breathe but if I'm being honest so do you." Abel teases.

I give him a blank stare and look away. It's not unusual for people to call me out on my constant talking but it's not like it's even my fault. Blame my parents; I am a product of their creation, genetics and all.

"Keziah, wait look at me. I didn't mean it like that don't be mad."

Pff as if I'm angry at him, it takes a lot more for me to become frustrated.

However, I'll let him believe it for a while.

"Keziah I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I actually found your rambling adorable." Abel cheekily says.

I finally turn back to face him and smile. "You're lucky I'm such an easy-going person."

"Or maybe it's my charm and ridiculously good looks that stopped you from resisting me." He smirks.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're so funny, it's makes me wonder how I'm not falling at your feet."

Abel chuckles at me and stares. "You have gorgeous eyes Keziah."

"Really? I've always thought they were quite boring. Plain, dark brown is truly nothing special trust me."

Abel gently grabs my face and moves it towards him.

"Well, you know what I see when I look in your eyes? Humour, kindness and passion; it's a reflection of who you are. After all, they do say eyes are windows to the soul. Not to mention they are like the colour of espresso; rich with golden flecks." Abel states seriously yet softly at the same time.

"Wow Abel, you're pretty deep for a teenaged boy. By the way, how old are you?"

"I think it's more along the lines of me being honest rather than deep and I'm 17 what about you?"

"I'm 16 years old but I am turning 17 in the next few months so yeah."

"Nice."

Taking out my phone to check any previous messages, I feel Abel look over my shoulder.

"Cool background. Boyfriend I presume?" Abel wonders in an almost harsh tone. I have no idea what the reason is for such a change in attitude.

"Boyfriend? Yeah right, this is just my idiot best friend Rolando." I see Abel's shoulders relax and his face smooth out from its slightly pinched expression at this statement.