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~ 𝓲𝓯 𝓲 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝔀?

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As the plane touched down, (y/n) was jostled out of her sleep by the impact of the landing. I was gripping the armrest like it was the only thing keeping me from flying out of the airplane, and I was gripping her hand like she was my lifeline. I was terrified and she was asleep.

She was asleep until we landed and it was over and I was fine because we were on the ground. Of course she woke up then.

She sniffled a bit and sat up, blinking bleary eyes. She then cast her sleepy gaze up at me. "Walkie?" she mumbled. "When did we land?"

I smiled softly down at her. "Just now, (y/n/n)," I murmured, brushing some of the frizzy hair out of her face. She was so cute tired - if I could have kept her nice and sleepy in my arms for the rest of ever, I totally would've.

She hummed quietly and closed her eyes again. "And how long did I sleep?"

I chuckled and slipped my feet back into my Birkenstocks as the pilot began to speak. "From about five minutes after takeoff to about five minutes after landing?" I tugged the blanket off of our entwined bodies and began to fold it up so that I could tuck it into my backpack. It was still warm with our combined body heat, her subtle, clean scent clinging to the fabric.

She sighed and swiped at her eyes. "And you let me sleep that long?" She forced her eyes open and frowned up at me. "Walkie, you let me sleep through the airplane snacks." She was even cuter trying to be mad than she was when tired.

I grinned down at her and pulled several packages of Biscoff and some bags of mini pretzels out of my sweatshirt pocket, dropping them unceremoniously into her lap. "Nope. You have no faith in me, (y/n)." She gaped up at me. I thought she was gonna explode or something. "Don't act so surprised," I mumbled, suddenly flustered. I tugged my curls absently as I looked out the window, avoiding her gaze. "You've been talking about the airplane snacks since we started planning this trip, I couldn't just let you not get any."

She pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows. Shoot. Don't cry! She'd run through pretty much every emotion in the three minutes we'd been sitting here: Tired, angry, frustrated, surprised, overwhelmed, and now catharsis. "Uh, sorry-" I started to say, but she interrupted me as she began to laugh.

"You're actually crazy. You're actually crazy, Walker!" She was grinning ear to ear. Happiness was the best look for her, definitely. She kept laughing and turned the bags over wonderingly in her hands. "Oh my gosh, I actually love you," she chuckled, tucking the snacks away into her backpack.

I felt a flush rise into my cheeks, the tops of my ears burning, probably that awful pink that I hated. "Yeah, well," I mumbled under my breath, trailing off. She was definitely joking. I wouldn't let myself hope. Even if she wasn't joking, she meant it platonically.

Because we were so platonic.

So platonic.

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About an hour after we got off the plane and through baggage claim, we were in Ubers to the docks. It went from what was supposed to be a 10-15 minute drive to a three-and-a-half hour ordeal due to insane Miami traffic.