One sunny, bright day in New Orleans, a teenage boy named Jason, was leaving on a plane to Banff, Canada, to visit his older brother, Xander. He was going on the plane alone, so this was going to be odd. Jason headed to the airport and handed his plan ticket to the flight attendant, before he went on, she winked at him as he left. He took his seat beside a mother with her two year old daughter. He smiled at the girl and she laughed. The mother looked in her daughters direction, and smiled at Jason.
Jason was a good looking teen. He was tall, about 6'2", with large muscles. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green, and yellows in them. Even though with his good looks, he has refused to have a girlfriend. He wants someone to love him for himself not his looks. Taking him out of his thoughts, the little girl tugged on his sweater and laughed cutly. The mother spoke up. "You want to hold her? I could use a nap." She laughed. Jason nodded and held out his hands to the girl. "Her name is Laura." The mother said. He caught a glimpse of a name tag she was wearing that looked to be on a uniform. Nori. Jason read. He sighed.
He looked down at the girl in his arms. She smiled a teeth less grin and he smiled back. She reached her hands up trying to grab his hair. He tilted his head down and she played with his hair. Her eyes lit up once she felt his hair and her smile was wide. Her hands slowed and he looked up to see that Laura had fallen asleep. Jason moved her so she was rested in his arms.
A young, beautiful flight attendant walked down the Isle and looked at him with a seducing look. He ignored her and put in earbuds. His music played and he rested his head back against his seat. Jason liked looking at beautiful things, but never beautiful people. He hated how people always put others into categories, not pretty and beautiful. Everyone and everything is beautiful in it own way. No doubt about that.