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𝐢𝐢. 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

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stop and wait a sec.
when you look at me like that
my darling, what did you expect?　
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FINALLY, they got through the TSA.  The time read 6:55, golden time in Y/N's mind.  The terminal waiting room was awkward, considering it was them and a few others (mostly elderly people).  They put in their earbuds and opened their playlist.  Music was an outlet for them. And although their voice wasn't the greatest, they sang every song with passion and fearlessness.  Of course, they wouldn't burst into song in the middle of the LAX airport (this isn't High School Musical) so they only hummed along to their favorite songs. 

All the nerves in their body calmed as soft tunes flowed through them. They loved it. But, one song came on and it instantly gave them butterflies.  By the beginning of the guitar and soft melody they knew right away what song it was. '4th of July" by Aidan Gallagher.  How could one song make them get butterflies?

"Memories made in the time that we had..."

They hummed along the song.  They tried their hardest to not sing the lyrics.  The AC from the vents above chilled them, it was as if they were in their own world with the song playing behind them.  It was just them and the song.  They hadn't realized someone had heard their quiet humming to the song.  Y/N continued softly singing under their breath unaware of the presence drawing near them.

"I'll always remember the fourth of july." Y/N whispered looking down at their phone unfazed and definitely unprepared for what happened next.

"The look in your eyes." a voice said from in front of them.  Startled, Y/N shot their head up, knocking an earbud from their ear in the process. The figure in front of them smiled to their feet, "Nice song, I've heard it a couple times".  Y/N was in disbelief and unable to form the words longing to come out of their mouth. Instead the teenager muttered a subtle, woah.

There in front of Y/N was a teenage boy, all too familiar to young Y/N. He stood with his hands in his maroon jacket pocket. He wore the same black converse as Y/N. His dark hair fell over his eyes, yet his bright eyes peeled through. "Mind if I join you?" he smiled. Y/N felt their heart melt and stomach erupt in butterflies. Stop! They told themselves. But how could you when — "I'm Aidan." he put out his hand as he took the seat next to them. — Aidan Gallagher is sitting next to you.

"I know." Y/N responded dumbfounded. "No! I mean, I just - well - y'know." Y/N struggled to find the words while Aidan just smiled in silence keeping his hand in the air. "Nevermind, What I mean is: I'm Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you." Y/N reached to shake his hand embarrassedly. 

"And I know that. Y/N Prescott." he smirked and drew his hand back down to his lap. Y/N raised an eyebrow confused.

"Wait – So what are you? My stalker?" Y/N let out a laugh which oddly made him laugh too. Aidan shook his head holding back his laughter as much as he could.

"Don't think I don't know who you are." he elbowed their shoulder gently, "Andrew Prescott is your dad, and also my idol, and favorite actor to ever exist." The boy spoke out admirably. Y/N only felt their heart clench at the thought of their father, but they also felt warmth enter themselves. "I think what sparked my interest in acting was meeting him. Since then I've wanted to be exactly like him. But let's be honest no one can be like him."

No one can be like him. That one hurt. Aidan didn't know it did. Y/N could feel a bit of pain flood their veins, but they were accustomed to ignoring it. "Wow that's – that's amazing." Y/N smiled away the pain. It was a good thing Aidan hadn't noticed. Y/N decided to keep the conversation going, "When did you meet my dad?"

Aidan's eyes drew wide with excitement, "I met him when I was 7. My dad loved the 'Kings in Shoreloch' series. So when my dad was able to interview the cast for the season 5 premier, he took me with him. When I saw your dad walk out on the red carpet, it was like a huge wave of light appeared." The boy gushed, almost as if he was reliving the moment he described. Y/N watched silently.

Aidan continued: "Not to be a total fanboy, but you literally could not take your eyes off Andy Prescott. I asked him how do I follow in his footsteps. He said, 'Wear a size 12 in men's footwear, and then you really are walking in my footsteps.' As ridiculous as it sounded, it was the most inspirational thing I've ever heard. And – well yeah." he took a breath and shyly rubbed his neck, "Sorry if I totally just revealed too much information. I talk way too much." He nervously fiddled with the drawstring of his hoodie.

Y/N wanted to reassure him that they didn't mind his rambling nature, but the stupid intercom of the terminal went off.

"Now Boarding: Terminal 16 to Toronto in Ontario, Canada."

Aidan slung his backpack over his shoulder and stood up, "Well that's me. I'll see you?"
Y/N nodded. Aidan was starting to walk away but suddenly the consciousness of Y/N returned and they shot up running after Aidan.

They reached the boy and breathed out, "Totally slipped my mind that I'm on this flight too." Y/N pulled the straps on their carry-on awkwardly. Aidan laughed under his breath and turned his attention to the teen next to him.

"I admire your personality. It somehow fits you perfectly." He said bluntly walking up ahead towards the boarding room doors.  Which left Y/N trailing behind him flustered.

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