The Girl in Seat 23 {l.r.h.}

ten.

"What is it with you and that word?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

"Maybe. Is that your answer to everything?"

I shrugged. "Only when tough-guy rock stars ask if I love them." It was quiet for a moment, all but the crickets singing to each other. "So if you could have one thing in the world, what would you want?" I asked him, tracing my eyes over the outline of a dimple deeply implanted in his left cheek.

He furrowed his brow for a moment, gazing up to think. "I'd want a lip piercing." Oh boy.

I mockingly widened my eyes, putting my hands up. "Edgy," I remarked flatly.

He rolled his eyes. "Alright, princess, what would you want?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Right now I'd like you to not call me princess."

"Noted."

"Beyond that, I want people to be treated like people. Like everyone is just the same. I want people to be admired for who they'd be if you couldn't see what they look like. If all people were created equal, then I want them to be treated like that."

A soft smile slowly crept across his face. I could tell I'd broken through.

"Now, what do you really want?" I asked him again, hoping he was deeper somehow than just lip piercings.

He was silent for a moment as his eyes searched mine. "You."

I felt a sudden rush of heat flush to my cheeks. "And a lip ring."

"Yes, and a lip ring."

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Haven't updated since Monday oops ~Laura :)