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C9

Keyamani Anderson
Barcelona, Spain
9:00 am
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The heat wave had finally passed and the temperature was around 80 degrees. Unfortunately we would be leaving the hotel, admittedly I'm pretty sad. It was a nice space to have.

I pack all of my clothes back into my suitcases along with anything else I had laying around. "How is it that you're still not done packing?" Chase sighs entering what used to be my room. "Boy hush up and help me," I say facing him.

He helps me finish packing my things and we're all set to go. We have a 10 am flight to Paris so we rush out of the hotel room with as many suitcases we could manage. Well Chase did, me on the other hand I sat on my suitcase and rolled my way to the elevator. "You're a big ass kid," Chase says slightly out of breath.

"I like the term innovative but hey," I shrug as the elevator goes down to the main level. Some men went up to grab the rest of our luggage and we were on our way to the airport.

TSA well EASA since we're in Europe is actually the worst thing ever, you spend too much time in the line just for them to grope you and throw away half of your things. Truly a frustrating experience.

We got first class seats meaning they treat us like kings and queens. "No way niggas get a full course meal to start a flight," Chase turns towards me cheesing like a bad kid. "Awe you so cute give me a kiss," I say ignoring what he was talking about. His lips attach to mine instantly touching his tongue to mine.

We had two separate pods hut he decided to spend his time in my pod. The pods were big as fuck for an airplane. They contained a twin sized bed, a recliner chair, a TV, and a mini desk contraption. We were currently in the bed making out until our food was dropped off.

"You so pretty Mani," he says in between the kisses he planted on my neck. A knock rang through the pod notifying us our food was done. "Oh em geee," I say climbing off of him opening the pod door. "Thank you," I tell the flight attendant with a big smile taking the tray of food.

We got buffalo chicken macaroni and I was starving. "Get up," I tell Chase who was still laying across the bed. "No I still wanna kiss on you," he whines. "You can taste the buffalo chicken off my tongue when I finish eating," I giggle at how nasty that sounds.

"Yeah you're gross," he laughs sitting up knowing damn well he going to kiss me anyways. I give him his plate before digging into mine. I groan at the taste hitting my tongue "this shit good as fuck," I say swallowing my food.

"Lemme get a bite of yours," Chase says like we don't have the exact same thing. "You have your own relax," I turn down his request. "But I want some of yours," he says digging his fork into my macaroni. "You can't be deadass?" I stare at him while he just giggles. "Yet I'm the childish one? Yeah okay," I shake my head.

The macaroni was very fulfilling, I was ready for a nap after. "Nap time?" I ask Chase he frowns at the request. "I thought it was kissing time," he says still frowning. "Boy you act like we can't kiss another time," I say laying down behind him.

"Yeah but I wanna kiss now," he says before planting a dozen kisses around my face. "Awee too bad hunny I'm going to sleep," I say shutting my eyes pretend snoring. He yawns "I guess I am tired," he says finally laying down beside me.

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Keyamani Anderson
Paris, France
12:22 pm

We finally landed after what felt like a quick nap. Chase grabs our carry-on bags and we head off of the plane. It wasn't very many of us on the plane to begin with so we arrived at the gate fairly quickly where Geneva was waiting for us.