*scotts pov*
I probably find planes to be the least hygienic method of transport in the world , sitting in a metal crate that flies you and a bunch of other people to another location whilst you breath in ungodly amounts of their used oxygen. To me , it screams diseases.
However no matter how sick I thought I was going to get I had no choice but to fly to get back to my home in California so I didn't fight it .
As I walked over to sit down on my seat and attempted to get comfortable with the little leg room I had it seemed my neighbour had already settled down and was already asleep over both of our seats.
"Excuse me?" I said , there was no response from the small , brown haired beauty below me . "Hello?" I repeated , this time a little bit louder .
It seemed as if this had no avail though as he was still knocked out across the seats, so I took it upon myself to shake him a bit. It was a gentle enough shake that wouldn't be enough to hurt him or put him at risk of hurting himself but would've been enough to wake him up. Thankfully, it worked .
He stirred awake from his deep slumber rubbing his eyes slightly , as he sat up he appeared startled at me standing in front of him.
"Uh hey sorry to wake you , you just uh passed out on my seat" I told him shyly. He pushed his long fringe out of his face with and gave me a slightly embarrassed smile.
"I'm so sorry" .
"It's fine" I returned the smile and pushed my carry on bag in the overhead compartment .
He watched me as I did it and kept looking as if he wanted to say something but he never did. After I'd sat down I was eventually the one to speak up "I'm Scott , by the way".
"Mitchell" he replied offering his hand out for me to shake " but call me Mitch".
"Will do, Mitch".
"So where are you flying to?" He asked . I giggled at his slightly stupid question and he look confused for a good minute before putting his head in his hands "the exact same place I am right?" .
"You know it" .
A couple of hours later the light conversation between me and Mitch was slowly dying down as he became more and more tired . I learnt a lot about him though . He was born and raised in Arlington , Texas not too far from me actually , he had a little Sphinx cat back at home he called "Wyatt blue" ( "blue because of blue ivy duh" we're his exact words when I didn't quite understand why he'd given the cat a middle name) and he was a solo performer who had been based in LA for the past couple of years . He was much more interesting than I was .
He had his head phones in and I couldn't hear what he was listening to but he was in a hazy state of sleep where I couldn't really tell if he was paying attention to anything around him or not. His head was slowly falling down as he fell asleep and I left him be for the next hour or so as he slept peacefully.
However , an hour later when I was just staring to slip into my own dreamland I felt a soft weight come down against my right shoulder . I opened my eyes slowly to find his head propped against my shoulder with the rest of his body slowly falling closer to me, I guess this boy had a thing about sleeping on things that were mine. He must've been a light sleeper too since the impact of my shoulder on his head was enough to stir him awake again . He looked up and rushed to get himself off of me.
"I'm so sorry" he sighed leaning against the plane window "again".
"It's fine" I laughed "again" . He put his head in his hands and removed one of his headphones .
"Sorry I didn't hear you , what did you say?" . I decided I would tease him a bit instead of repeating the answer I had actually given him.
"I said do you have a habit of falling asleep on strangers whilst you're flying?".
He shoved my shoulder playfully and groaned .
"Shut up".
"I was joking" I smiled.
"I know" he replied.
"Feel free to use me as your pillow anytime you want" I told him . He gave me a look of confusion before shrugging his shoulders and leaning back against me.
"What can I say?" He giggled like a little girl "you're comfy".
"Oh I'm so glad" he laughed at me again and snuggled into my side , but not putting his headphone in this time.
"You don't have to sit there like a rock you know" he told me .
"What do you mean?" I looked down at him and he sighed , grabbing the arm that was pushed against my side and wrapping it over himself.
"Ever heard of cuddling?" .
"Maybe" I replied , pulling him a little bit closer , throwing my other arm over him too so I could get comfy.
"Best plane stranger I've met so far" he commented , letting out a little yawn .
"What'd do you say we go for dinner once we get off this plane?" I asked him cautiously , there was every chance he wasn't even gay and would 100% say no to me but it had to be worth a shot .
"No way honey" my smile suddenly faltered at his words "make it tommrow at 7, mama needs to look good" my smile returned and he laughed at my sudden change of personality "I'll text you my address so you can pick me up" .
"Once I get your number that is" I winked at him and he smiled .
"If I ever give it to you" .
"I liked you better when you were asleep" I teased . He put on a fake gasp and threw his hand over his mouth in digust but slowly adjusted himself to go back to sleep in our current cuddling position.
"Goodnight Scott" .
"Goodnight Mitchie".
"W-what?" He laughed .
"Goodnight Mitch".
"I'll wake you up when we're home".
