The Gang Leader's Iris

27// One Class Airplanes

"Have you ever been to New York before?" James asks, as we sit back in the uncomfortable, metal chair waiting for our plane.

"No." I shake my head. "Have you?"

"Yeah, mommy takes us there all the time because daddy always is working there." He chirps, crawling into my lap. "It takes a long time to get there."

"It must." I giggle.

"I normally sit with Ian, but mommy said that I have to sit with Mahogany because of the ticket numbers." He says. "You have to sit with Ian in the cubical."

"Cubical?" I ask.

"Yeah, we take one class airplanes," He smiles. "And it has a cubical, at least that's what I think it is. Maybe they're just small, tiny, tiny rooms."

I chuckle at the way he worded that and drape my jacket over the two of us. James yawns and lays his head on my chest. "They'll be back with breakfast soon, so stay awake."

"Okay." He yawns, again, shutting his eyes.

About five minutes later Vivian, Mags, and Ian walk back with chick-fil-a bags in their hands. Ian and Mahogany each take a seat on either side of my, while Vivian sits across from me.

"Here," Mags says, passing me a small box and a think of fries. "Got you nuggets."

"Thanks," I retort, opening the box and popping one in my mouth. "Sorry he fell asleep; I tried to keep him up."

"It's fine, he'll just have to eat on the plane. Here, let me take him so you can eat." Vivian says, standing and picking her small, sleeping son from my arms. "Thank you for watching him, the line was extremely long, he would not have lasted."

"No problem." I say, before eating some more nuggets. Eventually I finish and get up to throw away my trash and go to the bathroom. I walk back to the area we were sitting in to see just Ian standing there.

"Is it time to board the plane?" I ask him, pulling down the sleeves on my hoodie.

"Yeah." He retorts, handing me my ticket. "You get to sit with me."

"I know," I smile, picking up my carry-on. "Your brother told me."

"Right." He nods, we walk to the gate and onto plane try to find out seats. Ours end up being two away from Mahogany and James.

"Did your stepdad get here?" I ask, taking a seat on the plush, white, couch like seat.

"He's not my stepdad." Ian says, blankly. "I don't address him that way."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I say, scooting over for him to sit.

"It's fine and yeah he's sitting with my mother." He retorts, sitting next to me. I take the fluffy blanket out of my bag and lay it over us.

"I'm still tired." I yawn.

"This turns into a bed, you know?" Ian says.

"It does?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah." He presses a button and the seat starts to move and stops when it's flat. I yawn again and snuggle into the blanket as Ian wraps his arms around me to pull me closer. He slides the door of the cabin shut and I lay my head on his chest. I start to drift off into slumber and feel warm breaths reach my forehead. "What are you dong to me..." A voice whispers before soft lips kiss my temples.

~*~

My eyes flutter open and find a pair of gray ones staring back at me. "Hey." Gray eyes whispers. "You've been asleep for two and a half hours."

"How much longer?" I ask, my eyes never leaving his.

"Three hours give or take several minutes." He answers, licking his lips. I nod and glance at his lips for a nanosecond before returning my gaze to his eyes. My stomach growls and he smirks looking amused. "Hungry?"

"Yeah." I breath.

"I can have a stewardess get you a sandwich?" He says, but it comes out like a question.

"That's fine." I confirm and sit up, Ian following suite.

"Do you want me to put the seat back up or just ask for more pillows?" He asks, taking in my appearance.

"Pillows." I mutter, looking out of the window.

He presses a button and makes a request for food, drinks, and pillows. My eyes find their way to him and they continue to stare at him for what feels like centuries. His eyes meet mine when he turns around and I close mine out of embarrassment.

"Cupcake." He whispers.

"Yeah?" I retort, my eyes still shut.

"I," he takes a deep breathe and doesn't continue. I open my eyes and see his face centimeters away from mine. His lips connect with mine and I freeze. Once my brain starts to realize what's happening I kiss back.

Our lips continue to move in sync with each other's. His soft, lush lip against mine brings a feeling I've been yearning for. My fingers find their way to the top of his head and start to play with his hair. My eyes close and Thoughts start to circle around in my head. It's not until I fully understand the situation that I pull away.

"I like... You." He says, after my lips leave his. My eyes pop open at this comment and I stare at him. "As more than a friend and I want to be with you, like in a real relationship."

"I..." I trail.

"I've thought about it a lot and I've never really wanted someone the way I want you." He says. "Like instead of just wanting you.... I don't know I want to be with you. And I don't know if that makes sense, but you're different and you make me feel... I just want a chance to find out if we could be something." I stare at him, unable to form any words in reply to what he said. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I sound like such a pussy, but it's true and I just-"

"I want to be with you, too." I comment, this time it's Ian's turn to stare and it soon turns to a smirk. "But we can't."

"Why?" He asks, his expression changing drastically.

"Tommy," I sigh. "He would have your head."

"I don't care." He retorts. "I just, I want to be with you. Give me a chance?"

"I..." I trail, our gazes locked on each other. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" He perks up.

"Yeah." I smile and he grins leaning closer to me. Just as our lips are about to meet there's a knock on our cabin door.

"You're good." Ian groans, pulling away from me. I chuckle and peck his cheek as the stewardess opens our cabin.