Why? (Sameron)

Chapter 5 - Pizza And Life Changing Decisions Come Hand In Hand

As the plane descended, Cameron remembered how much Sam hated this part, and grabbed his hand. Sam squeezed Cameron's hand gratefully, smiling.

Sam let out a sigh of relief as the plane touched the ground.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying with Thomson airlines, we hope you had a pleasant flight."

Sam really had. His flight was definitely one of the best yet. Without unlatching his hand from Cameron's, Sam grabbed his bag from the floor under the seat, Cameron doing the same. Cameron laced their fingers together and smiled.

The man on the end of the row was up and out of his seat as soon as the door had opened, leaving the two to laugh as he scarpered.

On the other hand, Cameron waited until the passage was a little less crowded before standing, bringing Sam up with him. Cameron smiled at the couple he had cut in front of, and pulled Sam out behind him, keeping a grip of his hand. Sam smiled at the couple, who smiled widely in return as he struggled to keep up with Cameron's long strides.

Both Sam and Cameron thanked the air hostess that was waiting by the door of the airplane, and they made their way up the tunnel hand in hand, into the airport.

"Customs first, then baggage claim." Cameron sighed, releasing his grip on Sam's hand and began to dig through his backpack, presumably for his passport. Sam did the same as they joined the line for customs.

Customs check was a drag, Sam decided. Having to stand in a small cramped room full of people you didn't know after however many hours on that godforsaken plane. All you had to do was stand in a line for close to 10 minutes, doing fuck all, flash your passport and be done with it.

Cameron was called to a different stall to Sam, as they had nothing to prove they had been travelling together. He waited behind the door outside for Sam to exit, and when he did, he immediately took ahold of his hand.

Sam smiled and this, and felt his cheeks warm slightly. Together, they made their way to baggage claim. Which, yet again, was fucking dull. There were children everywhere, and grumpy adults. With his free hand, Cameron began to mess with his hair, blowing it out if his face and such. Sam rolled his eyes playfully at this, catching Cameron's gaze.

"What?" Cameron asked innocently, his eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

"Nothing." Sam grinned. Honestly, he thought it was beyond cute when Cameron played with his hair.

Cameron smiled in a way that said 'I don't believe you', but said no more.

Sam's stomach then took it upon itself to resemble the noises of a dying whale, causing him to receive quite a few glances and a small chuckle from the man beside him.

"Hungry?" Cameron questioned, already knowing the answer.

"You could say that."

"Well, you keep an eye out for your bag, and afterwards we can get something to eat." Cameron smiled. "Isn't that yours?"

Sam looked to where Cameron was pointing and nodded, "Yeah, I'll just wait for it to come around, though. And thanks."

"No problem, lazy." Cameron smirked, keeping a look out for his own suitcase.

"Hey! I'm not lazy! I'm just not incredibly active!" Sam defended, taking a few steps towards the turnstile where his duffle bag was coming around.

"Oh, trust me, I know."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what that means." Cameron winked suggestively, smirking at a flustered Sam.