Sydney, Australia
11:06 PM
Luke was wrong, there wasn't a little kid kicking the back of his chair, but with how uncomfortable those chairs got after the first hour of the flight, he wished there was a little kid kicking the back of his chair. Maybe it would have eventually felt like a back massage.
The first two hours of the flight was nice, Luke held Skylar the best he could in those seats and they both watched whatever crap show they could find on the limited options the little TV gave them. But after the first couple of episodes of whatever TV series they were watching, Skylar fell asleep and trapped Luke into an uncomfortable position. He tried his best to move around without waking her up, but after a while of trying, he gave up. It was maybe an hour later that Skylar finally moved and rested in her own seat, finally giving Luke the freedom to move as he pleased.
Luke had hoped that he would be able to finally sleep but after an hour and a half of dreamless sleep, he woke up to a dry throat and a sweaty forehead.
That's why he couldn't be any happier to be in the comfort of their house. He looked forward to sleeping in a comfortable bed that was placed in his own home, instead of a dirty, people filled motel. He looked forward to sleeping next to Skylar for a full night instead of a few hours and he looked forward to the next few days.
Skylar laid her things in the middle of the dark living room, dismissing them until the two of them were rested up, and then made her way to the room that they both shared. Luke followed her, laying - more like throwing - his backpack onto the ground and running after her like the little kid he is. His energy actually rising a bit since the day before.
Skylar had just entered the room when Luke grabbed her from behind and pulled her into him, causing her to let out a little scream of surprise. Luke laughed at her and laid his chin on her shoulder, their laughter mixing together. He loved these times, the times that he could hold her close and just be themselves.
They made their way over to the bed and allowed themselves to collapse onto it, still tangled together. It was painful at first, their limbs tangled and bent in weird ways, but after they laid down and situated themselves into a more comfortable position, they were both perfectly fine.
And Luke could swear that the second his head hit the pillow, he would fall asleep. He would enter a deep sleep that he honestly needed and he would have a crazy dream that was so real and detailed that whenever he'd wake up in the morning, he would be confused.
But Luke didn't fall asleep as he had expected. He didn't fall into a deep sleep and he certainly didn't dream. Instead, he laid awake in their dark room and he was left alone to let his mind wonder. He was left to wonder of what the next few days would hold for him and the girl he loves.
As a scary thought occurred to him, Skylar let out a little snore and he turned his head to look at her. All he could see of her was her silhouette due to the street lamps outside of their window, but he could hear her quiet breathing and he could feel her small arm that was wrapped around his torso.
Luke couldn't think of a single thing he wouldn't do for this girl and the thought that there's still a possibility that she'll say no to Luke's proposal literally kills him. Nothing can make his chest clench up more than the thought of Skylar turning him down on his offer to be his for the rest of forever. Maybe she's not ready? He knows that they've been together for almost 5 years now, but some people just don't like the thought of marriage.
It's when Luke felt his throat clenching up that he shook the thoughts out of his head. He needed to talk to someone and he didn't think that a simple phone call would do it justice. So instead of sneaking away to the bathroom to call up one of his friends, he carefully untangled himself from Skylar and made his way to the front door after slipping on a pare of house shoes that belonged to Skylar.
