Red Flag

Chapter 22

Two hours had gone by, their flight had been delayed 6 hours because they got to the gate literally one minute late. Ryan felt extremely guilty cause she couldn't run, Matt felt bad for rushing her and not carrying her all the way to the gate, after accepting what they got they just limited to sit around and wait.

Matt sat on a chair like a normal person but, his girlfriend wasn't exactly what you'd call a normal person, there was also the factor that he cared about what other people think, even if he didn't want to admit it and Ryan knew that.

The girl had stopped caring about what strangers thought about her long ago, her dad and her siblings were always supportive of her weirdness and Sebastian had even flipped off many Karens in the past when they tried to tell his daughter how to behave.

"Can you at least sit up?" The brunette asked, turning his head to look at his girl.

She was currently lying on the floor.

"No" she smiled at him

"The floor is dirty" he said.

"So is my mouth and you still let me shove your dick in it" she shrugged.

"Touché" he sighed, getting up and walking over to Ryan to sit next to her.

"Awww" she sat up and slid her butt backwards to press her back to the wall "you can't live without me" she pouted at him.

"I still don't like it" he told her, getting up and walking over to the wall to then sit down, he was wearing white sweatpants and wasn't about to slide across the floor.

"You care too much" she shook her head while taking her hoodie off and pulling her legs into a criss-cross position "come here" she pulled on her left arm and placed the now folded hoodie on her right thigh where Matt's head fell seconds later.

"What are you doing?" He asked, hearing her shuffle with her bag.

"Nothing, just mind your business" she said in a soft tone before placing the bag between the wall and his back "there we go, back support for the grandpa" she joked, brushing her hands through his hair.

"Am I supposed to sleep like this?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Not with those on" she told him, pulling his glasses off and hooking them on the neck of her shirt.

"Whatever you're trying won't work" he warned her.

"Shut up, Rife" she rolled her eyes and decided to implement her best strategy.

Bringing her right hand to the green eyed boy's face she ran her now curled index along the bridge of his nose, ever so softly, watching as his eyes struggled to stay open. A few seconds later, Matt was asleep, his right hand wrapped around her wrist, leaving her no other option than to use her left index to get him to still sleep.

Snapping her fingers and waving her hand she signed Alex to toss her Matt's neck pillow, which he handed to her, walking over to the couple.

"You've achieved the impossible, Ryan" he told the girl, looking down at the sleeping brunette on her lap. "How did you even do that?"

"The old magic hand trick" she said wiggling her fingers with a lifted hand "you just take your index, curl it and run it across their nose bridge very softly. Knocked out in seconds" she explained with a fake cocky smile.

"That what your dad used to do?" He asked

"I figured it out with my younger siblings" she shook her head softly "works every time" she smiled, pointing at Matt with her head, going back to caress his face with her left hand.
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