Fly
By: Jodie
Word count: 298
Warnings: none. For once, it's just fluff. Unless you're triggered by mentions of phobias. In that case, mentions of acrophobia.
Note: fluffy AU (modern day)
"I'm not going."
"You're going."
"I'm not going, Bon."
"Ang, love, come on. It's really not that big a deal."
"Yes, it is. I'm not going." My boyfriend sighed as I walked away from him, watching rain trickle down the window.
"Maybe you should see a therapist or something? Get anxiety meds?"
"I'm not going to take meds. And therapists suck."
"What can I do to help you?"
"Accept the fact that I'm not going." I hissed. Bon walked over to me and embraced me, running his fingers through my hair.
"Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" I shook my head and wrapped my hands around him. "Okay."
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"How the hell did you manage to convince me?!" I spat as I squeezed his hand tight enough to cut off blood flow. He rubbed my back comfortingly. I gritted my teeth.
"It's okay, love, it's okay. Everything's fine. I'm here." He mumbled soothingly. I exhaled a shaky breath and turned my face into his chest as the plane was hit with another bout of turbulence. I squeaked involuntarily and he kept mumbling into my hair, trying to calm me down. My heart was racing but having him holding me was reassuring. When the air evened out and the flight was smooth again, I slowly lifted my head and he smiled softly, his eyes bright.
"See? Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" I rolled my eyes and kissed him, still holding his hand.
"I'm never doing this again."
"I have bad news for you, Angie."
"What?"
"We're still gonna have to come back..."
"Oh, fuck."
