I'm a Creep ; I'm a Weirdo *One-Shot*

22:50 p.m.

I'm packing my four-wheeled bags to leave this murky-weathered city called London and is still deciding whether to pack my beanies for the "cold" New York City weather. Even though my flight is at midnight and I should have been there by now, the airport is roughly around a twenty-minute drive from where I'm at, with the traffic of course. Finally deciding on loading five beanies - a classic black, a grey cat design, a studded and thickly knitted coral, a thin camouflage one, and a Mickey Mouse-eared exclusive - I take a seat on the luggage, pulling the zipper around the pink case with a satisfying zip.

I glance at the clock, realizing I should get a move on and get out of the house. I got up from the luggage, pulling it into a vertical position from the carpeted floor and overlook the room for my black Chanel purse and matching Vera Bradley carry on to see them resting up against the door frame. I roll the large luggage towards the door frame, grabbing the carry on and purse, while thinking about how New York is like.

Is it as cold as everyone says it is?

Are the people rude there?

Gosh, I need to stop over thinking about it and just go-with-the-flow!

Is it already 23:14? I need to leave to Heathrow just about now, I thought as I lock the door to my flat. I walk down the hall and into the lift with the some-what comforting music. Feeling a vibration inside my pocket, I pull out my white iPhone looking at the home screen. Blocked number is calling. I shut my phone off putting it back into my small pocket, waiting for the ding to tell me I got to the lobby. I think about the taxicabs waiting to be driven to any destination at anytime and if there's going to be one available in the basement of the flat building. The lift doors open and I'm met with the waft of musk, vanilla, and gas from the basement oil burners and the taxicabs.

I walk towards to the first taxicab I see and tap the window of the driver's seat. The window lowers, revealing a man in his mid-fifties, and the man grumbles a greeting, asking where I'd like to go.

"I-I'd l-like t-to g-go t-to T-Terminal T-Three i-i-in H-Heathrow," I mutter at the man, looking around nervously.

"Of course, get in and I'll get your there in about ten minutes, is that fine?" the man examines his watch, while putting my luggage into the boot of the cab. I nodded getting into the cab, pulling out my phone, and opening the twitter app, so the driver wouldn't make conversation with me. Luckily, he didn't make chat and before I knew it we were at the airport.

"T-thank y-you s-so m-much," I credit the man, leaving the cab to grab my luggage. He smiles at me in response and waits until I get inside the building to drive off. After a couple of minutes, I lastly get to the check-in center to drop of my luggage as well as check in for the flight, and the lady tells me that I was the last one to make it. Perfect, right? I nod, walking away from the lady, getting through the security. After the security check, I try to find Gate Forty-Three since it is 23:45 and I can't find anybody to guide me towards where it might be, since I forgot where I put my glasses. I look over to the tables to see just one person at one of the far back tables; a man probably around his thirties listening to music with a brown afro? I walk over to the closer tables, taking a seat at the edge, propping my elbows up, and resting my head in my hands, thinking about what I'm going to do if I miss that flight. I sigh heavily and start tearing up, knowing I can't buy another ticket.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" I raise my head to match the voice to the body to see it was the man that I first saw here. Dang, I didn't even hear his footsteps, he must have been quiet or I'm just ignorant at the moment. I think I'm just ignorant. I register that he's looking at me, running his hand through his hair, and expecting an answer from me.

"U-um, n-no," I look up at the ceiling, trying not to make eye contact with the man.

"Sorry, but my eyes are over here, not up there," he tells me, once I made eye contact with him. Gosh, he has breathtaking chocolate brown eyes and those pink plump lips. He gave me a weird look and I realized that I have been staring at him a lot longer than I should have. My face gets red and starts burning, so I try to get up and leave the table to be stopped by the man. "I was being serious about if you were okay, you know?"

"S-sorry, i-it's jus-just th-that I-I'm los-lost a-and I-I-I do-don't kno-know wh-where Ga-Gate F-F-Fort-t-y T-Three i-is," I look down towards the ground, realizing how stupid that sounded in front of him.

"It's okay, I'm goin' to Gate Forty-Three too. I didn't even realize what time it was," he replies, "I'm Ray, and you are?"

"C-Cher, n-nice t-t-to m-meet y-you R-Ray." I smile up at his towering frame to get a smile back. I grab my carry on and purse to ask where the gate was once again.

"Oh, right! Let's go," Ray clutches my empty hand and starts running towards one of the exits. At first I was confused but I went along with it and ran with him. After two minutes of sprinting across the airport, we were the last ones to make it before the doors closed. "So what seat are you in?"

"U-um," I pull out my ticket from my bag and skim to find the seat number, "T-Ten E-E i-in E-Economy. W-What a-about y-y-ou?" I look up at him to see his face drop.

"Thirty A, in First Class," Ray looks at me, "Well, I guess it's goodbye."

"Y-yeah, u-um g-goodbye," I say, grasping my carry on and purse even harder. I meet a nice and hot guy and now, I don't get to see him ever again! Gosh, who was I to think this would even last. "C-could I-I g-get y-your n-number?" those words slipped out of my mouth before I realized what I was asking. Goodness, this will either go very good or very bad. Well, let's see!

"Yeah, here," he passes me his phone and I type my number in as well. I swear I saw his eyes light up when I asked him that but I kind of doubting that... As we're talking to spare time, a girl walks up to him and starts flirting with him, not acknowledging that I'm even there. She then "accidently" drops her ticket and leans over popping her buttocks at him as well as revealing her very deep cleavage at him. As she gets up from the ground, she beams at him and asks what seat he's in.

"Thirty A in First Class," he replies with a straight face.

"Oh. My. Gosh! I'm Thirty B in First Class," she cheers at him, "I'm Barbara." She grins at him, showing him her fake white teeth. Ray looks at her with a disgusted look and rolls his eyes at her. "Well, aren't you gonna tell me your name, hot stuff?" she flirts with him. Gold-digger much?

"Sorry, but I'm taken by my girlfriend," he says, interrupting my thoughts and snakes an arm around my waist. I smile at her as her face turns from pleasant to disgust and I think about what's going on.

"Why, her though? You could do so much better," her fake, nasally voice rings out making a couple of people turn and look towards the three of us. "She's such an ugly girl to the fact that I'm surprised that she's till even living. What you need is a sexy woman that knows what she's doing." By the time she was done with her sentence, the passengers and workers, were gobsmacked, staring at us to see what will happen next. I couldn't speak nor do anything in my mind but my body had other plans for her.

A lightening-loud crack came out of my hand, onto the Barbara's face, leading her to do the third law of motion; Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I look at her at the ground to say, "You want a second serving of that, honey?" She gets up, glaring at me, and starts walking the other way. During the silence, I look at my hand and nothing else. Oh. My. Gosh. Did I just smack her across the face? I just hit her across the face and I feel good about it! Wow, I feel good for standing up for myself and I hope this feeling lingers longer that it should! Whoops, that sounded conceited...

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around to see Ray with an emotionless face. Dang it, Ray probably thinks I'm crazy now for hitting someone I didn't even know. My eyes widen wondering what he's going to say to me. I look down at my sweater paws, biting my lip then two fingers are put under my chin to jut it up, so I have to look up at their face. He smiles at me.

"I'm happy for what you did there," he whispers to me, putting a hand on the small of my back, pulling me close to his face, so I can smell the coffee in his breath.

I make a small inaudible gasp in reaction of what he's doing and I look him straight in the eyes, "R-really?" Before he gets the chance to reply, a worker goes up to me, tells me that I had an arrangement made to switch seats. I look at her confused, taking a step back from Ray and the woman, then she explains that she doesn't want Ray to sit by an immature girl and that he should sit with his girlfriend instead. Ray and I agree to the arrangement and I pass my ticket to the lady as well as receive my new ticket.

"I guess this isn't goodbye then," he tells me, grinning widely at me.

"I-I g-guess t-this i-isn't," I shrug at him, looking at him. He looks at me as if he's about to ask me something but bites his lip. "W-what?" I ask him, wonderingly.

"I really want to ask you something but it would be too quick to ask," he tells me.

"J-just a-ask m-me a-already," I persist him, crossing my arms on my chest. He looks at me and sighs in frustration.

"Fine, I know this is way to quick to ask bu-"

"G-get o-on w-with i-it,"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"B-but I-I'm a-a c-creep, I-I'm a-a w-weirdo. W-what t-the h-hell a-am I-I d-doing," I say to him.

"You aren't a creep nor a weirdo, cause you're amazing and beautiful," he explains to me.

I look at him to see if he's joking but by the look of his face, he's actually being serious. I just got asked to be someone's girlfriend, but should I take the chance? I mean I don't know him that well nor did he take me out on a date, but I need to get a boyfriend at some point, right? Well, I don't know anything about him other than his name and where he sits on the plane... Maybe if he takes me out on a date and get to know each other, we'll go from there and see what happens? I think that's a good idea...

"If you take me out on a date, then we'll see about me being your girlfriend because I don't know you too well," I wink at him, as of a sudden turning confident. Wait a minute, I didn't stutter! I said a sentence without stuttering! Ray grins at me and agrees to take me out on a date once we land in New York City. He holds out his hand and I accept it, walking towards the plane.

Once we take our seats, I pull out my iPhone with my earbuds to listen to music throughout the 7 hour flight and rest my head back on the headrest. Now I'm thinking how this even happened and if my life is going to get better from here on.

Notes

Um, yeah. Here's my first short story/one-shot (Once again, may I add...) and please tell me what you think about it, okay? xx

**I know this has been posted before, but I can't log into my other account (Bold-Toxic) where my stories are. So I had to make a new one...**

-Bold Toxic