✔︎| 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝗼-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 • 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

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i wish that you would stay
in my memories
but you show up today
just to ruin things.
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TIME drifted by when Y/N talked to Aidan. The teenager even hadn't processed that their tickets were seated next to each other.  Could it have been fate? Y/N liked being able to talk to someone like Aidan. Although he did warn them he talked too much. Well he normally wouldn't talk a lot to someone he didn't know, but it felt like he'd known Y/N for years! 

Y/N was easy to get along with – and it helped that Y/N was pleasant to look at.  Y/N's face reminded him of their father's, yet youthfuller and definitely nicer looking. Freckles framed their face with a tad bit of blush along the cheeks. The boy liked the innocent look of their (e/c) eyes everytime they looked up at him.  It was their fathers (bright/soft/shadowy) color.  But that's all that he's collected from talking with them for less than 3 hours.

Speaking of their face, he turned to look at them to only find their face hidden behind their (h/c) hair.  He didn't know if they fell asleep because of his non-stop conversation or if they were just exhausted. He looked down trying to stop the slow forming smile on his face.  But the smile seemed to fade when he felt weight on his shoulder. 

He glanced up to find them resting on it, like a pillow.  He felt his face grow warm. He felt like he couldn't move or the Mona Lisa would catch flame, or the Eiffel Tower would collapse. So he simply sat still, in hopes Y/N would be comfortable.

Aidan scrolled on the airplane's movie selection and curiously searched 'Andrew Prescott'. To his surprise a movie he hadn't seen appeared, "Dinner Party." It was a 45 minute short starring Andrew Prescott and – no way – Y/N Prescott?  He thought he'd already seen everything Andrew Prescott had done. Apparently he was wrong.  He clicked the play button, not knowing what lied in store. 

As the short film went on, Y/N appeared to have been around 12 years old.  They were so young yet didn't lack maturity. You could tell that Y/N was a natural and they weren't just handed roles because of their father — it was because they deserved it.  And damn, they were really fucking good.

It made him think if he'll ever star alongside Y/N one day.

Aidan heard the pilot's voice appear over the speaker after a while: "Hello everyone. This is your pilot speaking, we'll be arriving in Toronto in approximately 30 minutes. The weather is 35°F and cloudy..."

There were still a few minutes left on the short film. Y/N slowly started to wake up. Although, Y/N was surprised to feel the softness of a shoulder rather than the hard wall. Y/N internally freaked out. They remembered falling asleep against the wall, not on his shoulder, and they didn't purposefully lay their head on his shoulder (No way!). Y/N must've just turned their head in his direction in their sleep!

Y/N lifted their head slowly pulling strands of their hair back behind their ear.  Aidan was too focused on the rest of the film to really notice Y/N watching along as well.  Y/N internally cringed at the sight of their 12 year old face. 

That's when their dad appeared on the screen. They watched as they ran towards their dad embracing him into a hug.  Y/N's heart stopped. Little Y/N's face was hidden into their father's shoulder. They remembered their father's warmth and security.  Y/N felt goosebumps all over their arms due to a sudden chill. 

There was no more warmth, no more happiness, no more hugs.  Y/N watched the slow zoom-in on their father's face. They couldn't help but let a singular tear fall from their eye at the sight.  Y/N tried but they couldn't stop replaying old memories of their father.  Ever since his passing, it was like all the light and warmth from the world vanished.  Y/N wanted to make their father proud. That's all they ever wanted to do.

"I look like a baby." Y/N sighed in embarrassment. Aidan took the headphones off from his face. The awoken Y/N's hair had been knotted in a lazy way.  Still, however, their appearance was oddly fascinating.  That's when Y/N rubbed their eyes. (Oh no.) Their mascara had smudged under their eyes, making them appear as if they had just gotten two black eyes. Y/N seemed to of just realized what they had just done, "Fuck my life."

Aidan chuckled lowly, "Here, wait, I have tissues in my carry-on." He reached down and grabbed the tissues from his bag. He handed the tissues to Y/N with a cheeky smile. Y/N rolled their eyes as they dampened the tissue.  They rubbed the remaining mascara from underneath their eyes.

"Okay, did I get it all?"

Aidan scrunched his face up and shook his head, "You still have some right," he poked a piece of Y/N's cheek, "there."

Y/N blushed but hid it with the tissue. They quickly wiped away the stubborn smear, "Okay now did I get it all?"

He nodded assuredly and Y/N reluctantly stared out the window admiring the landscapes below taking form.  The plane was slowly making its descent down through the clouds. It was very beautiful.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, we are now headed for landing. Please buckle your seatbelts and stay seated..." the captain's voice rang out again.

Y/N rebuckled their seatbelt and turned to see Aidan staring at them.

Y/N hesitantly looked out the window, then back to Aidan confusedly "What? Do I still have some mascara on me?"Y/N lifted their hand up to their face. Aidan's eyes widened, like he snapped out of trance.

"What? Oh! Uhm, no." he looked away flustered, and before Y/N could say anything else, the plane jerked to the ground. They hand landed.

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