chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

15 - nessy pt 1

y/n pov

"can i really see the loch ness monster while we're over here??"

i let out an amused sigh as brett looked at me excitedly. "i mean, yeah, sure. that's the whole reason we're going over after all." my hands fumbled around with the seatbelt. "just don't call her a monster when we're there, she doesn't like it, which i totally agree with." the seatbelt finally clicked into place, loud exasperated sigh leaving my mouth.

gigi looked over, across the aisle from us. "nervous flyer?"

i shook my head. "nope. work stress. i don't mind flying." i replied simply, turning to glance out the window as the plane began to move. brett stretched, giving me an encouraging smile. "well, when you get the work done, we can all explore scotland together!!"

i returned the smile, replying with an unsure shrug. "yeah, maybe."

the scenery outside the window began to speed and distort as the plane rolled down the runway, picking up speed with every passing second. brett's hand quickly grabbed mine, giving me a nervous smile. "this part scares me.."

i nodded lightly, hand tightening around his. "me too." i replied with a small gasp as the plane jolted away from solid ground and into the air that we were suddenly climbing up. "i never understood planes."

brett's eyes were squeezed closed beside me. "me neither.. but i don't understand a lot of things."

i shook my head lightly, wincing as my ears popped. the worst feeling in the fucking world. "you understand more than people give you credit for, i can tell."

brett's eyes opened, genuine and beaming smile growing on his face. "really?"

i nodded. "of course. you're not stupid." my eyes drifted to the window, mouth suddenly gaping as i marveled at the magnificent sight below. towns like toy sets, fields the size of my fingernail. i tugged the hand that clung to mine, pointing with my free one. bretts eyes following my hand, nervously glancing out the window, but he quickly gasped as he took in the sight. "oh damn.."

third person pov

andre sat with his arms crossed, almost sulking as he glared in annoyance at the seat in front of him. myc looked over from the seat beside him, loud groan leaving him. "seriously?"

andre turned his glare to myc. "what?"

"you're sulking because you're not sitting next to her?"

"i'm sulking because- i'm not sulking!" andre protested quickly, gaze quickly returning to the back of the seat in front of him. his eyes craned between the gap in the seats in front, loud huff of air escaping his lips as his eyebrows furrowed. "they're holding hands.." he mumbled dejectedly.

myc sighed. despite what he said otherwise, he really did love his best friend. he'd never admit it obviously, what kinda pussy would do that? .. but he did care about him. "it's just because that pussy ass bitch is scared of the plane taking off." myc mumbled, boredly flicking through a magazine.

"that doesn't make me feel better."

"well i tried. you dick."

andre groaned in frustration, glaring at the little of brett's face he could see through the seats. "i swear, if he makes a move on her, i'm gonna-"

"what, beat him up?" myc wheezed, hysterical laughter taking over his body. "please. i would love to see that."

andre shot an annoyed glance his way, quickly fading into begrudgingly agreement. "okay fine.. i could drug him." myc hummed. "yeah, i can actually see that.. but he's definitely not gonna anyways you fuckin idiot. and even if he did, she'd never say yes."