Stay With Me (Markimash)

Chapter Three: Meeting at the Airport

Note: I do not own Snow Patrol or any of their music. Alright, continue on with the story!

Yami's POV

W-where am I? I looked around confusedly, trying to figure out how I had ended up wherever I was. I wasn't in the plane anymore, that much was for sure. It looked I was in space, only there weren't any stars or planets or anything like that. I was just floating in the darkness. "Yami, Yami can you hear me?" a mysterious voice asked. I looked around frantically, searching for the owner of the oddly familiar voice. "Yami, up here!" the voice called. I looked up and saw a winged woman flying above me, her pure white wings almost glowing in the darkness. She flew down next to me, a gentle smile lighting up her face. I smiled back nervously at the woman, feeling slightly uneasy in her presence. It was like she could see into my very soul, as if she could tell all my secrets just by looking at me. Her whole demeanor suddenly became more serious and she began, "Yami, you have to listen very carefully to what I'm about to say."

I nodded and she continued, "You need to know something about Mark, something he'll probably never tell you himself." Suddenly, I couldn't hear her anymore. Her lips were moving, but I couldn't hear what is was she was trying to tell me. She nodded and suddenly, I was shaken awake by a stewardess. "Excuse me sir, the plane will be landing shortly." the woman said, smiling politely. "Thank you miss." I replied, feeling my face heat up slightly. The woman nodded and moved on, waking up the other sleeping passengers. I sighed and looked out the window, trying to remember what I had dreamed about. Something about angels in space? Whatever, mustn't have been too important. What's really important is that I'm going to see Mark!

I smiled as the plane landed, feeling the excitement coursing through my veins. I got off the plane and began texting Mark.
Y: Hey Mark, the plane just landed. Meet you at baggage claim?
M: Sure, can't wait to see you Yamibaby!
Oh you have no idea Mark! Shut up brain! Come on, you know you like him! I do not like Mark, we're just friends! Besides, even if I did like him, he wouldn't be interested. He isn't into men at all, and even if he was, why would he like me? I mean, he could have his pick of guys, what's so special about me? I shook my head and walked over to baggage claim. I found my bags and collected them, then began looking around the crowded airport, searching for my raven haired friend.

Mark's POV

I grinned like a maniac as I drove to the airport, determined to let nothing ruin this day. Not even the heavy L.A. traffic could mess this up! I pulled up to the airport and found a decent parking space, then parked. I shut off the car and got out locking it behind me and pocketing my keys. My phone went off and I smiled when I saw a text from Yami.
Y: Hey Mark, the plane just landed. Meet you at baggage claim?
M: Sure, can't wait to see you Yamibaby!
I grinned and went inside the airport, searching for the baggage claim. A few minutes of walking and I saw the younger British man looking around for me. I smirked and snuck up on the unsuspecting man, then yelled, "Yami!"

Yami's POV

I screamed when Mark yelled my name, and spun around to face him. He was laughing and I frowned at him, trying to look intimidating. He took one look and laughed even harder, so it mustn't have worked very well. "Y-you should have seen your face!" he exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes. I rolled my eyes and said, "Ha ha, you got me Mawk ." Honestly though, I really didn't mind that he had scared me. I had made him laugh, and I had never noticed before just how much I loved his laugh. Mark looked at my bags and asked, "Hey, need some help with those?" He took them from me before I could answer and I said, "I guess so, I don't really have a have a choice do I Mawk?" Mark smirked and replied, "Nope, no choice at all!"

"Alright, let's go find my car and go home!" Mark exclaimed, walking off towards the exit. I ran after him, having to jog to keep up with him. We made it out to his car and Mark put my bags in the back, and we got into the car. "This is weird." I muttered, getting in on the right side. Mark smirked and asked, "Oh yeah, in Britainland you'd be on my side right now wouldn't you?" I rolled my eyes at Mark's term for Britain, and looked out the window. "Yami, is it ok if I turn on the radio?" Mark asked, glancing over at me quickly. "Yeah, sure Mawk." I replied. Mark turned on the radio and switched through the stations, and cheered when he found one he liked.