Bobcat

Estaban

Delia's POV:

I had woken up almost three hours later. My cheek was pressed against Cole's shoulder as Dylan's hand was lingering gently in mine. I gently pulled my hand from Dylan's causing him to glance down at me. The air pressure in my head was causing a slight head ache. I frowned in response as I gently pulled away from Cole. His dark hair that we had dyed back this morning was hanging in his face. I reached up slowly, gently pushing it behind his ear. Some kid was snapchatting in front of us, catching slight glances of Cole sleeping. I quickly kicked the back of his chair, giving him a glare. Cole turned slightly in his sleep, as I pulled out my sketch pad. Dylan went back to looking out the window. We could see slight lights of cities below us as the sunset seemed to chase us across the sky.

Dylan had a book in his lap. My brow furrowed as I recognized the book. He was reading my book. He was about half way through Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. He rested the side of his head against the window as the slight light from the single bulb created shadows against his face. I looked down at my sketch pad as my pencil began moving. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of what had brought me to this moment to begin with. There was a sketch of Cole from before I ever talked to him sitting on my art desk at home. Now here I was on a plane to Vancouver, drawing the other twin. I felt Cole's hand slide over my thigh as I leaned over the small sketch pad, glancing up at Dylan ever so often. I dragged my pencil slightly along the bridge of Dylan's nose on the page. They were both so perfect and beautiful, but they were completely different people. Cole was the hopeless quiet sarcastic comic book romantic while Dylan was the partially too loud, how did I end up here kid. I couldn't help but smile at the difference between these two similar looking men.

I sighed softly as Dylan pulled the window shut. I leaned over my artwork, not taking any acknowledgement of the time.That's a lie. We only had an hour of the flight left. Dylan went back to reading for a moment before looking up at me. I could feel his eyes on me as I drew. I glanced up at him slowly, his blond hair setting against his forehead. I sat back in my chair slowly before handing him the sketch book. He took it in his large hands before letting a soft smile form over his thin pressed lips. He leaned down quickly, pressing his lips to the top of my head before handing me the book back. He pointed to the line he was at. We spent the next forty-five minutes with me reading the book out loud to him. He leaned down, resting his cheek against my shoulder as I read. I reached up slowly, gently pushing my fingers through his blond hair as he started to fall asleep.

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Cole's POV:

Delia was quiet as we got off the plane. She was staying as close to me as possible. I couldn't help but frown. Dylan had stayed back from us slightly. He had woken up a few minutes before the plane touched down. Delia's nose had been in her book when I had woken up. She hadn't said a word as we walked through the airport to pick up our bags. I gently pulled her hand to my lips as someone snapped a photo of us. She smiled softly as she pulled her bag up further on her shoulder.

We stood on the escalator, going down to the bag pick up. Dylan leaned against the railing on his phone. Delia and I stepped off, Dylan following us, not looking up from his phone. It was close to midnight and I had a whole fifteen hours before my audition. I could feel my eyes closing again from the exhaustion of traveling. I felt Delia's arm slide around my middle before I heard a soft giggle behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder at Dylan who was hugging a fan, the biggest smile on his face. We lived for moments like that. I couldn't help but smile as he leaned down to her level. I felt Delia pull away from me as she went to pull her bag from the belt. I pulled her back to me before pulling it off myself. I smirked down at her as she raised her eye brow at me.