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Forget the idea of sleeping on a plane. It's not going to work out. Like at all. I fell asleep for an hour and then woke up because I felt queasy. I also felt a really heavy head on my shoulder.
It was Adrian's. He was sleeping on my shoulders, lightly snoring. Finding this incredibly cute, I wrap my arm over his shoulder and pat him lightly as I scroll through a bunch of movies on the plane.
"He dreaming of you," The old lady states. I look at her, who's looking at me with a playful look. "Look at how he smile." Listening to her, I turn my head to look at Adrian, who, indeed, is smiling in his sleep.
I doubt it's about me, but I still blush and continue to pat him with my arm that's draped over his shoulder. He's so cute. I turn away from him and focus on the tiny TV set in the back of someone else's seat.
I end up playing Spiderman: Far From Home. A while into it, Adrian turns his head and I wince because he's heavy. I let him turn however, because I'm quite sure I haven't seen him sleep this peacefully since... ever.
"What are you watching?" He asks, his voice rough and on a lower octave than usual. He wraps his arms around my waist, and nuzzles deeper into the crook of my neck. "I bought a dual headphone adapter. Do you wanna watch together?"
I give him a flat look. "Your idea of a good movie is where everybody dies. In other words: a horror movie."
"It's entertaining," He defends, his breath warm against my collarbones. "But that's not what I had in mind. I just wanted to watch with you." He pouts, and gives me the cutest puppy eyes in the history of puppy eyes.
"Okay, you big baby. I'll let you watch with me." He reaches into his pockets and brings out the dual headphone adapter... just like Peter Parker did for MJ in the movie I'm watching. Only, Peter doesn't get to watch with MJ. Poor Peter.
We're both comfortably watching the movie. I was resting my head on his, while he was nuzzled into the crook of my neck, with his arms wrapped around my. I think we've only been in the air for three hours now.
A good half hour later, the movie ends and Adrian frowns. "Why would they leave us on a cliffhanger like that?"
"So you stay hooked until the next movie."
"When is the next movie gonna come out?"
"I don't know."
"Ooh, there's IT on here," He grins as he reaches out to click on the movie. I slap his hand away.
"We're not watching IT."
"But-"
"No. It scares me."
"Then you can hug me extra hard."
"Adrian, shut up!" I hiss. "We're in the plane and people are trying to sleep! Besides, I'm not sure the nice old lady appreciates us talking."
Adrian turns to the old lady, along with me, and she grins at us. "I'm not here," She shrugs. Then he turns back to me, and gives me a 'see!' look. I want to whack him!
"Let's talk. We haven't done that in a while," He suggests, lifting his head off my shoulder and facing me.
"We're talking right now," I point out.
"No, I mean... talk. You know," He mumbles the last part. "I want to know more about you. What's your favorite color? Hobbies? What did you do in high school? How's college going? The little things. I feel like ever since we met, we've never had those conversations."
"We didn't exactly meet..." I chuckle. "But sure. Let's do '73 Questions with Adrian' first," I suggest.
"You can ask as many questions as you want," He offers. I smile before starting my interview with him.
"So, Mr. Black, when is your birthday?"
"You already kno-" I glare at him. "March 30th," He smiles at me, shaking his head. "Now my turn."
"That's not how it works."
"We'll break the rules."
"Now we're fugitives?"
"In a sense. Now, let me ask my question."
"Shoot."
"When's your birthday?" A playful smile stretches across his lips, and I roll my eyes.
"June 19th," I whisper, before resting my head against his arm. "What's your favorite color?"
"Faded blue. Like your eyes. It used to be black. I don't even know why. I just liked how dark it was. It's the darkest color there, and you know... I felt like it matched me."
"Why so?"
"I know it sounds morbid, but that's just how I felt. After prison, I just felt... dead. I know a year isn't a lot, but for me, my dreams had been crushed and nothing felt the same anymore." My heart hurt for him. I couldn't imagine what it felt like to lose a dream. Sure, my dad has given me enough trauma, but I've always had my dreams to look up to.
"I hate talking about feelings. Now I'm going to ask you a question. What's your favorite color?"
"Green," I smile. "Just like your eyes. My turn. What was your favorite moment in life?"
"When you first hugged me. What was yours?"
"I don't have just one, but all of them involve you." Great going, Bailey. That was the cheesiest line I've ever heard. There was so much cheese, that I think you'd give someone a carb induced heart attack. "Now my turn. What were you dreaming about when you were sleeping on my shoulder?"
"You. I was dreaming about you."
"What was I saying?"
He smirked. "You weren't saying much."
"You're a complete pervert. You know that?" I smack his arm as I continue to rest my head on it.
"Well, I was actually in my bedroom. The one in my mom's house... I was going to sleep on the floor, but she kept telling me to sleep on the bed. This was the first day she took me back out of foster care. That was the day I thought... finally, someone loves me. But she never spent an ounce of time with me. She was a drug addict and was always away but she'd come home at night, and when she found me sleeping on the floor, she would splash cold water on me and then tell me to sleep on the bed. Sometimes she would beat me. I hate sleeping on the bed. But as I was sleeping, I shifted in the bed and then I saw you. You smiled at me and called me my stupid nickname, 'Addy-Baddy' and then... everything was okay."
"You're seriously going to make me cry, Adrian. Stop being so sweet, you're supposed to be my heartbreaker. You broke up with me and now you're telling me sweet shit like this and it's making everything so hard," I sniffle. I make sure to talk quietly because well... we're in a plane and there's an old lady sitting next to us and is probably mentally gagging.
"I'm sorry, I'm naturally sweet. I'll ask you a question now," Adrian tells me. "What's your dream?"
"It used to be that I want to leave the life I know behind and start a new one. I didn't see myself with anyone. Just me."
"And then?"
"You're in my future now too. What's your dream?"
"You. Spending my entire life with you. As of now, it's getting you back. I also have a question. Why are we discussing this in the middle of a flight?" I look around the flight, to see a few people giving us 'the look' while others are watching TV and some were plain knocked out.
The grandma next to us looked completely absorbed in the movie she was watching. She glanced at us, and a twinkle lit in her eyes before she turned back to the TC screen.
"I can ask you the same thing."
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a/n: sorry for the late update :( i was reading this story and i really liked it and i slacked on writing ð oopsie. i know i don't have to update everyday but i do for the sake of finishing this book before i'm old and wrinkly or before something goes wrong in my life. yeah i'm paranoid about everything.
anyhoo, i hope you liked this chapter. it was kinda just conversation though hehe. and it wasn't even cute, ugh i need to step my game up.
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