Total 360° (Interracial)

20. Plane rides and naps.

Dedicated to: ALL MY  LGBTQA+ READERS. I LOVE YOU. MUAH! STAY STRONG MY BABIES!

Life is like jumping out of a plane without a parachute. Only the last couple of seconds are fatal but most people are scared to death the whole way down. ~Jonathan Lockwood Huie~

  I used to consider myself partially immune to different levels of pain. Some things, both physical and emotion somehow didn't have an effect on me. It was like I was a superhero- without the hero- and boy did I like it. 

  Now remember the quote there's an exception to everything? Well, I found mine, it's name, Blake. 

  His nails, though short, brought excruciating pain ad he clawed at me arm. 'First Sofie, now him. It's the same arm too! When is the poor thing going to get a break?'  I looked across at the hyperventilating being sitting next to me. 'God what did I do to deserve this? I go to church everyday -okay, most days- ugh fine, every two Sundays but I -' another stabbing pain entered my arm, pulling me from my conversation with the man above. 

  "Um, Blake, sweetie," I paused between every word, trying to sound as calm and soothing as possible, "As much as I know grabbing my arm is helping  in this situation, you're starting to draw blood. I really would like my skin to not have random claw marks on it please." He looked at me, then my arm, as if now noticing his actions. It was immediately released from his grasp and I cradled it to my chest. 

  Looking down, Blake saw the bits of blood under his short, pointed -why had he shaped them in a dagger like fashion, I still have no idea to this day- nails and cringed, "Sorry, Toya. It's just, this freaks me out." His face was currently looking a bit like the clouds surrounding us.

  A sigh blew through my lips. "Just relax Blake, you're not going to die." I looked to the person next to him for support, "Right Tre?"

  My melanin brother gave us both a reassuring smile,"Yep. There's actually a higher possibility of us getting into a car crash than a plane crash." I frowned at his way of reassurance. Since when was encasing more fear calming? I didn't get it but it worked on Blake so I was willing to let it slide.

  "Besides," he continued, keeping Blake both calm and interested, "if you're still uneasy, you can hold my hand. That way Latoya's arm will have time to heal." He smirked, glancing at my arm, still being cradled to my chest. 'Forget letting things slide, when we get off this plane I'm beating this boy with a spoon.'

  I saw the ghost of a smile on Blake's lips as well as the lightest tint of pink dust across his cheeks. 'Awe, how cute.'  Turning from the lovely friendship blossoming, I looked out my window, at the white sea surrounding us. We were going to Brazil. We were going to Brazil and none of us knew how to fluently speak Spanish. 'We're all fucked.'

  I don't know how much time had passed but  I was 'gently' awoken with a pillow to the face. 'God give me wisdom because if you give me strength, I'll castrate whoever just woke me up.' I was whacked again. "Yes?" I asked in a voice that should probably be in a villain's body. 

  "We're about to land T, get the hell up."  Blake. 'I am going to kill him. With a spoon. To the neck.' 

  After enduring Blake's stertorous claw markings once again, gathering our bags, going through the same boring process through security and getting nasty looks at customs, we finally found ourselves outside the airport. I also noticed with a minute smile, that Tre and Blake were still holding hands. 'Hmm, looks like they're doing my work for me.' 

  "Latoya!" I heard a heavily accented voice call my name. I turned to see Stefan approaching the three of us. May I just say, Skype didn't do him justice at all. This boy was the cutest lamp pole I'd ever seen. 

  He towered over me at a staggering 6 ft 6 inches, not surprising actually, but what did startle me however, was the cerulean eyes staring back at me. The webcam did them no justice. 'Oh my yum.'

  I closed the distance to gave him a hug and the manly delightful-ness that attacked my nasal cavity was just pure heaven. 'I must obtain this scent before I leave.' He moved away a bit. "I'll get you a bottle."

  'Shit.'  Apparently I lacked the skill to think in my head.   "Uh, so this is Tre," I pointed to the other lamp pole that was currently right behind me. "And you're briefly met Blake."

  They exchanged an one arm hug. "So are you guys ready to go?" Stefan looked down at me. I could already see that he was enjoying that factor. Little did he know, I'd be using him to my advantage soon. 

  "Yep. Come on munchkins." I gestured them to follow Stefan who was now walking in the direction of the car park. 

*~*~*~*
  "Okay so what do you want to eat?" Stefan asked as he helped us inside his home. The drive to there was filled with us gnawing at the scenery and me noticing the still intertwined hands of Tre and Blake.

  "Oh, oh oh. Remember those kabobs you told me about?" He nodded. "I want to try those."

  "You actually remembered that? It's been years since I said anything about those."

  "It's food, I always remember food." I smiled.

  "Fair enough." He turned to Tre and Blake. "What about you?"

  "We'll have the same thing." Blake said with Tre nodded in agreement.

  "Alright, well you guys can go get settled and I'll order them." He took out his phone. "There's two guest rooms down the hall."

  I got my bag and skipped to the door on the left, "Enjoy boys! You'll bunk together." I yelled at them then closed the door, prohibiting any possible disagreement. 

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