Coincidence? I think not

One

It was one of those days where you could just feel that something was bound to go wrong. Unfortunately for Nico, his plans that day involved getting on a plane and flying over an ocean to a whole new country. Anything could go wrong. 

He was standing outside of gate 41, waiting to queue up with the rest of boarding group three, tapping his foot impatiently as he thought of all the things that could result in his untimely death. 

One option that came to mind was that he would trip on his shoe laces and (somehow) fall right onto the spur of the cowboy boot belonging to the person in front of him, impaling his head, causing him to have irreversible brain damage and die. 

Another option was, obviously, the plane crashing into the ocean, everyone either dying on impact, or that they drown after getting off the plane, despite the fact that there are rafts aboard. 

The last one Nico thought up was that he would arrive in France perfectly fine, only to find his luggage missing, his hotel booking lost, and then finding himself homeless on the streets of Paris where he would eventually contract a disease and die, just like those people in Les Mis. 

Nico took a deep breath and shook his head slightly as to clear the thoughts from his head. Nothing will go wrong, everything will be fine, he thought. 

The airline called for boarding group three; he handed the flight attendant his ticket, which she then scanned and gave back to him; he walked down the jetway, not tripping on his shoe laces, and walked onto the plane, with a little struggle because of his carry on. 

Nico checked his ticket for what felt like the hundredth time, groaning when he finally realized that his seat number was 13B. He was not looking forward to being smashed between two people, but it was the cheapest ticket he could find and cheap is always good.

 He walked down the row, seeing the first class passengers already plugged in and watching the airline movies, along with all the other passengers struggling to fit their bags and suitcases into the overhead bins. 

Slowly, he made it to row 13. After putting his suitcase away and shoving his backpack under the seat, he sat in his chair, trying to relax the best he could, placing his headphones over his ears to block out the sounds of the other hundred passengers struggling to get on the plane. 

After about a song and a half, Nico jumped at the feeling of someone tapping on his shoulder. 

He quickly took his headphones off and looked up into the most interesting green eyes he's ever seen. 

Nico stared up at the stranger, mesmerized, until he realized the guy was trying to tell him something. 

Shaking his head slightly, Nico said, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"I'm in 13A, can I get through?"

A/N: I have some plans for this one, unlike my others. Enjoy. ;) 

Also I mixed up where the seat numbers on a plane are oops, so just pretend that 13A and B are on the right side of the plane if you are looking towards the cockpit from a seat. cool thanks.