Confident

Rice would be proud

James wasn't wrong when he said he'd be there for me every step of the way. Even though I wanted to lay in bed all day, he completely understood and stayed with me unless he was making me something to eat.

I cried on and off. But he was there when I did. He let me cry in his arms when I wanted, and if he could tell I wanted time alone, he would go make me a snack. Why? Because by the time he came back I was hungry and I wanted his touch.

He walked in with a tray of saltine crackers and a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a huge smile on his face as he came in, handing me the tray. "Wait wait wait!" He exclaimed, turning on the TV and flicking the channels until he got to the Disney movie marathon. And on came the beginning of Beauty and the Beast.

"This movie reminds me of us," I whispered, a small smile making its way across my face as I snuggled into James' side.

"Why cause I'm a fucking beast?" James joked, and I giggled as I took a bite of a saltine.

"No cause youve got a really hard exterior to crack but deep down you're really sweet," I explained, "and the only reason I'm belle is because I found you."

"That's bullshit," he frowned, "you're Belle because you're the most beautiful and smartest girl out there."

"Okay now thats bullshit."

"You've got brains," he smiled, "just sometimes you don't use them."

"That sounds better," I laughed, "thank you."

"I don't see why you're saying thank you doll, it's all the truth."

"Oh stop it."

"What? Am I lying? Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm lying," he said firmly, and I turned my head to stare into his eyes.

"Okay. Okay. You aren't lying," I giggled, "weirdo."

"Not cool Jessica."

"Just payback James," I laughed, enjoying my food as I made sure to appreciate my time with James.

Days went by, and I usually just stayed in bed, occasionally getting up to grab something to eat or shower. After the third day of moping around, James came bounding in with a huge smile on his face.

"You're getting out of bed today and I'm taking you on a trip," he smiled, and I looked up at him confused, to which he climbed on top of me and assaulted my face with kisses. I started to giggle, definitely surprised by how good of a mood he was in.

"James what's going on?" I asked, and he pulled out two tickets. My eyebrows drew together, and he handed me what I guessed to be my ticket. I looked down, and there on the ticket said-

Flight to Mexico

"We're going to Mexico?!" I exclaimed, and he nodded with a huge smile.

"Pack your swimsuits and your bags doll cause we'll be there for a week!" He exclaimed, watching my palm cover my mouth as my eyes started to water, "doll do you not wanna go?"

"I've always wanted to go to Mexico!" I squealed, "thank you thank you thank you!"

"Anything for my girl," he smiled, and I threw my arms around him and pulled him down with me onto the bed as I hugged him.

My mouth was right next to his ear when I whispered, "you know I've always wanted to have sex with someone in Mexico."

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's go let's go let's go!"

"I have to pack James."

"Yeah about that," he laughed, "I already packed for you."

"No fucking shit did you really?" I asked, and he nodded with a smile.

"Come on let's go. We need to be at the airport in 45 minutes," he smiled, "our flight's in an hour and a half."

"What do I wear? I don't really travel."

"Just throw on something comfy, you can change when we get there doll," he said softly, bringing his lips to mine, "now get up princess, we gotta get going." And when I stared up at him with a smile, he folded, "okay five more minutes."

"You're famous, I don't understand why we have to get there early," I giggled as I snuggled into his body, "you literally get past all security."

"I might be a little excited," he laughed.

"And why is that?"

"Because this is the first time I've ever taken a girl on a trip with me," he admitted, running his hand through his hair, "and because it's you I'm even more excited."

"Then let's go James," I chuckled, climbing out of bed and throwing on a cropped sweatshirt and some bootyshorts, "I wouldn't want to keep you waiting."

He gave me a beaming smile from the bed, following me and placing his hands on my waist, "are you ready doll?"

"I need to brush my teeth," I giggled, hurrying up and leaving soon after.

The car ride wasn't long, and we got straight through security.

Easy as pie.

Our flight was early, which was awesome, because we got to fucking MEXICO earlier than we expected. As we exited the plane, I heard "¡bienvenidos!" And I turned to James, who was smiling down at me.

"Do you understand Spanish?"

"Así así," i giggled, "i took Spanish before I dropped out of high school. Do you?"

"I'm fluent doll," he smiled, and my jaw dropped, "tú eres muy bonita mi amor."

"Awwwww," I whispered, smiling up at him as he walked me to the rental car, "thank you."

James doesn't trust anyone driving him anywhere, maybe cause he has some shit with that he's never told me, but the only person he lets drive him is me. And that's because I'm asking him for help to learn how to drive his fucking car.

But when he gets extra protective is when someone has to drive me somewhere. Why? Because he doesn't want to get a call saying I got into an accident. If he's the one driving, he knows if I'm safe 24/7, and that makes him feel better.

He took the only bag he'd let me carry and put it in the trunk. He won't even let me carry my purse most of the time. But it's sweet, and I adore it. He even opened my car door up for me, and as soon as we left the rental car garage, my jaw dropped.

It was way more beautiful than I expected. Palm trees everywhere you looked, green grass, and a crystal blue ocean that shimmered in the sunlight. Wow.

"It's a few hours to drive doll, you can take a nap," James said softly, "I don't want you being tired when we show up to the hotel."

"What time is it here?"

"8:30 in the morning," he smiled, "now go to sleep baby, I'll wake you up when we get there."

"Okay," I whispered, shutting my eyes and resting my head on the door as I let the soft rocking of the car lull me to sleep.

A WEEK IN FUCKING MEXICO!

A/N: god how much I wish he would take me to Mexico 🤪💭