HetaStuck

     "I… changed my mind." Nepeta stopped just before stepping over the small gap onto the plane. The crowd behind her grumpily murmured amongst themselves as they, too, were forced to stop. In an attempt to appease them, Nepeta pulled her luggage to the side, and pressed her back flat against the cool wall. She watched the people giving her shifty, judging glances before moving past her. She didn’t meet their glares, too busy trying to avoid Francis's stare.     "Ma chéri, s'il vous plaît. What is the matter?" Her matesprit shoved back against the crowd flowing into the plane, elbowing his way to Nepeta’s side.

     "Ow-!" Matthew called out, to no one in particular. No one else was home, anyways. Not only that he’d run out of Midol. And every other painkiller in the house. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was Alfred’s way of getting back at him.     The Canadian groaned pathetically, gripping edge of the couch cushion as another wave hit him. Damn Alfred and his stupid fast-food restaurants. If the cheese-burger head hadn’t thrown a temper tantrum when another person was handed their food before he was, the ‘nice’ lady behind the counter wouldn’t have served them both undercooked meat! And while his b