Delayed|C. Talbot

Chapter 2

Cam's POV

I really think Florence is a great girl. I know it's weird for me to think this after only really knowing her existence for around 2 hours but she seems like someone I want to keep around. Like starting as friends before anything. I don't think she's even interested in me in any other way than friendship. A girl like her can't be single, it just makes no sense.

We are just casually sitting by the outlets with our phones plugged in and just playing a 20 questions-type game. Like we aren't asking awkward sexual questions, just like an ice-breaker type game. Similar to the game the team plays during training camp.

"What is your favorite song at the moment?" I ask her, wanting to know what kind of music she's into.

"Hmmm that's a hard question, I listen to more or less anything but I've really been loving Bad Blood and Oak Island by Our Last Night. How about you?" She tells me, I've never heard of the band Our Last Night.

Mental note: Listen to them on the flight.

"I've really been loving Chains and Renegades recently. I hear them all the time at practices and games so I got used to them." I respond, laughing a little.

"Call me uncultured but I've actually never heard Renegades, or maybe if I have, I don't know what song it is." She says, flushed very VERY slightly.

I grab my headphones out of my pocket and move over to her side of the outlet. I sit down next to her, handing her a headphone. I then proceed to play Renegades off my phone.

I feel myself wanting to start to sing along but I allow myself to just mouth the lyrics instead. Once the song ends, she seems to have recognized the song.

"Now I know what song you're talking about." Florence says, chuckling.

"Can I listen to some of your music? I've never heard of Our Last Night," I ask, somewhat embarrassed because I'm unsure of whether or not they were very popular and that I've just missed something.

"Of course, they aren't very well known in mainstream anyway. They started out on YouTube and they don't seem like something you would be interested in listening to. Let me know if they don't suit your taste, I'll change it to stuff that you should probably know." She says, completely shameless about the type of music they make.

She unplugs my headphones from my phone and plugs it into hers. I hear the opening chords of the song that plays, unsure of what it is. I grab the hand with her phone in it and hit the home button, illuminating the screen and exposing the song title. It's called Dark Storms. Not gonna lie, I like this.

I go to release her hand but she puts down her phone in her lap but grabs my hand before I have a chance to retract it. I ease into it quickly, as to avoid giving her the impression that I wasn't okay with that. I was completely okay with this.

I see what she means when the 'bridge' starts, where it has a sorta screamo vibe coming from it. I'm one of the people that likes music like this, like where it is kinda post-punk with a bit of screaming in it that can actually be understood.

I find that I have been kinda bobbing my head along with the beat of the song. The song ends and I realize that I really like their music. I grab her phone with my other hand and ask her to unlock it, which she does, so I can look through what other songs of theirs she has on her phone so I can look into it more.

I notice that they have a cover of The Heart Wants What It Wants, a song that I'm a sucker for. I play that one, putting the rest of the artist on shuffle and place her phone on the same thigh that our entwined hands are resting on.

The song starts and she leans her head on my shoulder. I rest my head carefully on hers. I check how long we have on our delay, which is now close to 5 hours.

She realizes that she was resting on me and jolts up. Before she can say anything, I cut her off, saying "It's okay, we have time before the delay is up."

She nods, sleepily, and leans back on my shoulder. She looks chilly in her loose Hartford Wolfpack t-shirt so I take my zip-up sweater off and drape it around her, using it as a blanket of sorts. I also wrap an arm around her shoulders, in an attempt to warm her further. She eases into me and allows herself to doze off in my arms, head rested against my chest. I'm happily surprised that she is comfortable with me so soon after we met.

I lean my head against the wall behind me, staring mindlessly at the schedule.

I let my thoughts stray while fully awake, something I tend to do often while on the bench at games. I think about random things like music and such then it gets so much deeper than that sometimes. Sometimes I tend to think about where my life is at the moment and the people I know. But this time, my thoughts remain completely centered on Florence.

This I can't explain. I don't think I'll ever be able to fully explain it.

A/N Hey guys! I hope you like the chapter! Leave your feedback and stuff. That's really it. Byeeeeee