Personal Paparazzo (ft. Les Twins)

The Flight pt. 2

~7~

6:09 am
Right now, all I'm thinking about is sleep. The sun hasn't even risen yet in New York. Larry keeps talking to me but I can't keep up. With his fast syllables and light accent, I can't.

"Hey! You listen to me?" Larry asks slapping my arm.

"To be honest, no. Sorry. Can we just find the terminal so I can take a short power nap?" I barely get out.

"Fine. We here."

I look up and see Eleni sitting with our luggage.

"We were literally 50 feet away. Why didn't you just let me go?" I annoyedly ask.

"I'm surprised you really didn't know. My brother make it so obvious he see you, he check you out the whole time." Larry winks at me.

I roll my eyes walking towards Eleni. I make eye contact with Laurent and smile. He nods. Typical. I roll my eyes and then he smiles. 

I sit down by Eleni, in between her and Larry and close my eyes. I let the busy airport noise fuel my need for sleep.

6:24 am
I awake to light nudging on my shoulder. I glance up to see Laurent.

Not fully awake, I say, "How'd you get there?"

"Eleni and Larry had to go figure some things out." He replies not answering my question.

"I know how you got there. You" I point to Laurent "didn't want my head to rest on the creep behind us." I say a little too loudly.

I hear a shift behind us and then a scoff. Laurent smiles but his brows furrow a little.

"You." I try to save myself. It didn't work. "Thanks anyways." I stretch and pat his shoulder.

"What time is it?" I ask crossing my legs.

Laurent just stares at me.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Non. You just act... normal." Laurent says shaking his head and stretching his legs out in front of him.

I throw my hands up in front of me defeated. "Yeah. Because I'm always supposed to be a bitch."

Laurent shrugs as if that statement could be true.

"It's 6:26 am." Laurent's says.

My eyes widen. I pull my legs to my chest and start to play with my shoelaces. I'm about to do it. I'm really gonna leave home.

"You good?"

I look at Laurent nodding.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

I see Larry and Eleni making their way to us. Eleni tells us to get our things so we can get in the line. I stand up and grab my carry-on bag.

"Are those my pants?" Laurent asks pulling at the back of my sweatpants.

"No. They're Larry's." I reply not really paying attention and trying to keep up with Eleni.

"Larry and me share us clothes so I think, yes, those are mine." Laurent uses long strides to catch up with us.

"Ask Larry about that. He's the one that told me to change." I turn around and see Laurent staring at my behind but he quickly looks away.

"I get it. They look really good on me. Larry made that pretty clear already." Laurent glares at his brother.

Larry smirks with a shrug.

"What you doing bro?" Laurent asks angrily, catching me off guard.

"Uh-uh. Parlez en français afin qu'elle n'entende pas.(Talk in French so she doesn't hear.)" Larry says calmly.

"Je vous ai dit de garder mes pantalons au cas où nous voulions changer plus tard. Pourquoi les as-tu donné?(I told you to keep my pants in case I wanted to change later. Why'd you give them to her?)" Laurent says.

They are speaking so fast I can't keep up.

"Vous l'aimez évidemment mais ne le laisse pas savoir. Je vous aide à parler avec elle. Si je ne l'ai pas fait, est-ce que vous auriez parlé avec elle?(You obviously like her but won't let her know. I'm helping you talk to her. If I didnt do that, would you have talked to her?)" Larry's facial expressions confuse me but the fact that he points at me confuses me even more.

"Ne l'indique pas!(Don't point at her!)" Laurent slaps Larry's hand away from me. "Cela n'a pas d'importance! Laissez-le se passer naturellement!(That doesn't matter! Let it happen naturally!)"

"You admitted it, bro." Larry says in English.

"I don't care. Leave it alone." Laurent sasses back hitting his brother.

Larry hits him back. It's weird how, before, no one paid attention to them but since they switched tongues, a lot of girls were ogling at them.

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6:34 am
We boarded the plane a few minutes ago and now we're seated. From left to right, our seating arrangement is: Eleni on the left of me in the window seat, me by the middle aisle, Laurent on the other row, and Larry by the window seat. Earlier, Eleni handed me her phone and on it was a list of every place we were going while we were traveling. First it was Japan. Next, Indonesia. Then I stopped reading at France. All this traveling is giving me anxiety. I can't speak any of the languages or dialects of any of these countries.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to takeoff. Please, make sure your seat belts are fastened and secured." Hearing that, fear rises in my body. I grab Eleni's hand and close my eyes.

"It helps if you put your headphones on." A voice says beside me.

I open my eyes and see Laurent.

"I don't have any but thanks." I say genuinely trying to calm my nerves.

Laurent takes his off and gives them to me.

"You don't have t--"

"We're about to takeoff, Miko." Laurent warns waving them in the air.

His nickname throws me off. Instead of my nerves calming, all hell breaks lose.

"Fine." I take his headphones and place them over my curly mane.

I hear "Ultralight Beam" blasting into my ears and smile. I look back at Laurent and see him smiling at his hands. Larry nudges his arm, wiggling his brows at him. Laurent pushes his arm away. I place my head back and close my eyes. Since this flight is 14 hours plus, I might as well get some sleep.
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😘😘 - KanyuCami