twelve

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by canyonsun

by canyonsun

T R O Y E

Today is the day.

Today is the day that I fly California to start producing my next album. My stomach fluttered with excitement. That wasn't the only thing I was thrilled about, though. I also get to see the amazing boy I met a few months back. Not only that, but I'm staying with him.

I finish shoving a few things in my suitcase before quickly zipping it up. I throw on a jacket and pull my bag behind me. My heart was filled with exhilaration. My feet moved to my car faster then they ever had before. I had a silly grin plastered on my face as I threw my bag in the trunk. I hopped in and quickly sped off to the airport.

My fingers tap along to the beat of a typical catchy song that blasts through the car speakers. The stupid grin has not slipped from my face ever since I woke up this morning. I'm gonna meet Connor Franta.

The airport is soon in my line of sight, and I switch lanes so I can go park my car. I grab my suitcase, that must be at least twenty pounds, out of the trunk. I realize I'm out of breath from lifting that, and my hands fall above my knees. I feel like my lungs are about to launch out of my throat. After a few deep breaths I slowly stand up and pull my bag behind me to the large building in front of me.

I still have that smile across my face, when anxiety begins to fill my stomach, replacing the joy. I'm very scared of planes, and I've been so excited I completely forgot. The thought of flying immediately sends sharp pains to my stomach. I begin to feel nauseous, but I still continue through the airport.

I get through security very quickly, and continue to my gate. My hands begin to shake violently, and I can feel bile raising in the pit of my stomach. All traces of excitement are gone. They're now replaced with fear.

"Group 1 to board, Group 1," the flight attendant says over the intercom. I move up to the front desk, following the rest of the people, that I presume are in my group. The flight attendant scans my boarding pass and gives me a fake smile, with a bubbly, "have a wonderful flight!"

I sit in my seat, which is a window seat and I immediately try to relax. The vomit in my throat has gone away, but my hands are still fiercely shaking. I pull some headphones out of my bag, and quickly turn on some music. I close my eyes and shut the curtain so I can't see out my window.

After about what feels like twenty minutes of listening to music the shaking begins to slow, and my heart rate returns to a somewhat normal pace. I open my eyes and pull up the curtain, to see if we'd left yet.

I see the puffy clouds that are barely below the wing of the plane and my breathing stops. I can't distinguish the feeling. I can't tell if I'm terrified, or amazed by the beauty. I snatch my phone and take a few photos of the sky. Which the sun has taken up most of. There are about a hundred shades of pink surrounding it. It's the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time.

"We will now begin our descent into Los Angeles International Airport," the pilot says in monotone.

I check the time and realize we've been flying for quite a while. I must've fallen asleep. I then remember that I took a few sleeping pills. Explains a lot.

This is my least favourite part of flying. My ears begin to close up, and seconds later pop back open. I try to plug them, but it doesn't make any difference. I groan and slump back in my seat.

After a while, the plane drops, and the wheels skid across the pavement. I sigh in relief at the fact that we're not dead. The plane comes to a halt outside of gate three. People begin to stand and grab their bags from the compartment above. I do so as well.

I exit the plane after what felt like an eternity. People clearly have no place to be. I check my phone and see two texts from Stacy.

hey, are u in yet?

meet us outside door 4

I quickly pull my mini suitcase behind me, following the signs to door four.

I'm completely over joyed at this point, now that I'm off the plane.

door 1

I'm also very nervous, I haven't produced a song in ages. I just hope I'm still able to be at my full potential.

door 2

I also explode at the thought of seeing Connor.

door 3

Wait, what if he decides he doesn't like me? What if-

"Troye!" The beautiful American accent flows through my ears. I see long black hair and a slender figure wraps itself around me. I hug Stacy back. "I'm so glad you're here!"

"Me too," I say. The fear leaves my body, and now? I feel pure bliss.