9/11♡

window seat

Michael

I love the window seats. Whether its on our tour bus, or a plane. Getting to see everything all in one sitting has always been so calming to me.

I lean my head on the ice cold, vibrating American Airlines window, tightening my grip on Leo's hand as I do.

She's asleep, but she still squeezes my hand, adjusting her fingers, which were tightly intertwined with mine. My fingers are bulkier than her's from playing guitar for so long, I don't even know how holding my hand is comfortable for her, but she seems to like it as much as I do.

"Mike did you remember your meds babe?" Leo mumbles with a scratchy, tired voice.

"Yes, thank you." I laugh, kissing her forehead.

God, I love her.

Waiting for my Ambien to kick in, I sit up to see what some of my best friends are doing.

Luke, the lead singer of our band: 5 Seconds of Summer, and Calum, our bassist, are snoring in the blue leather seats in the section in front of Leo and I.

Ashton, our band's drummer, is sitting with is two year old daughter, Logan, in front of Calum and Luke, trying to get her to sleep.

The only person that could get Little Logan Dylan Irwin to sleep was her mother, who passed away delivering the beautiful girl.

But then we met three amazing people: Josh Dun, Tyler Joseph, and Tyler's wife, Jenna.

They were there when Logan and Ashton needed them, and they were here for the band as well through that hard time.

Now here we are, on a flight to New York City, where we'll play a sold out show at Madison Square Garden together.

Josh and Tyler are in their own band called Twenty One Pilots, they open for us, but I'm almost one hundred percent sure most of our audience is there for them, not us. They put on a hell of a show.

I break out of my trance and continue to look and see what everyone is up to.

Josh is sitting with Logan and Ashton now, and like always, Josh had her out like a light, and so was Ashton now, knowing his babygirl was okay.

And across the aisle from Leo and I, the Josephs' were asleep, Tyler laying carelessly on Jenna's shoulder.

Jenna's baby bump is pretty noticable now, her being two months along.

Leo was the first one to know about Jenna's pregnancy, she was there when she took the test. I remember how Jenna told Tyler like it was yesterday, and I'm sure the eighteen thousand people who saw, will remember it too:

Josh and Tyler had just finished up on stage. Josh was going to "help the crew get our set ready" and went off the stage to meet Ashton, Logan, Luke, Calum, Leo and I sidestage.

We held Jenna sideways in our arms, like in those cute wedding photos where the groomsmen hold up the bride, and carry her on stage.

"Guess whose gonna be a dad!" Jenna yelled into a microphone.

The whole crowd cheered so loud that the venue shook, and Tyler flipped out of our arms and ran to hug Tyler and give the most visibly passionate kiss I think I have ever witnessed in my life.

Leo wants a baby too, I know it. Any time we're out in public and we hear a baby cry or see a toddler waddling around, she looks at me and squeezes my hand or punches my shoulder.

We've made it clear that we only want one kid so we can spoil him or her, we can be, like, three best friends.

I don't know if I want a girl or a boy though, Leo says shes fine with either but I think she wants a boy, just so she can name him after her favorite guitarist or something.

I find my way out of the fog of thoughts that my mind was trapped in for a while and realize that everyone on the plane was asleep and the sky outside the window was a dark blue, the clouds not as visible. I almost feel like we would hit a star from how far up we were.

My eyes are heavy, but I just can't bring myself to go to sleep. Too many nightmares. Too much excitment. Too much to see.

I try to get up as quietly and quickly as I can to get my earbuds out of my carryon, but end up bumping Leo's head with my ass.

"Sorry babe." I chuckle, sitting back down, attempting to get my earbuds untangled.

"Are you going to bed?" She asks sleepily, sitting up and running her hand through her messy, bleached white hair. She grabs one of the ponytail holders from her wrist, her eyes still closed, and pulls her hair on top of her head into a halfway pulled out ponytail.

I laugh because all of the back falls out of the ponytail, only leaving the little bun on top of her head. She sighs and laughs, rubbing her eyes, only opening them a little.

I wipe off some of the smeared left over mascara that she didn't get with her face wash. She smiles and her cheeks raise under my touch, only making me grab her cheeks lightly and sleepily kissing her puffy lips. My heart holds its breath, taking in every second slowly and greatfully.

She opens her eyes a little more as we pull apart.

God, I love her eyes. They are pure green, like a weeping willow tree after its all damp from the rain; my favorite color of all time. With only a hint of yellowish orangish around her pupil, enough to make her eyes look like they're glowing all the time.

Her hair is a harsher tint of white that falls just to her shoulders, always straightened and loosely parted to the left. Her skin is a very vampire-pale color, just like mine.

Her silver nose ring is the only piercing she has, and ever plans to get. I was with her when she got it. She was squeezing my hand until her knuckles were a scary white, and my hand was turning red under her touch.

She has a low pain tolerance, and I have a high one, so we fit together perfectly in that way.

She hates blood and pain and feeling sore, but she really wanted a nose piercing, so I told her if she did it then I'd get an eyebrow piercing, thinking she wouldn't do it. But she did and now we both have facial piercings.

"Goodnight, love you." She giggles, kissing my nose and curling up on my shoulder.

"Love you too." I smile, kissing her slightly acne touched forehead

I lean my back against the curved, cold wall of the plane by the window and wrap my arm around her shoulder, making sure she wouldn't roll off, and that her ribs wouldn't smash against the arm rest.

Chocolate by The 1975 was playing at volume 2 in my earbuds and I finally got a shallow sleep, ready to wake up in NYC tomorrow morning.