Until I Met The World

Chapter 13

(This chapter has a tad bit of spoiler from the movie 500 Days Of Summer. Just a heads up :) ily all, thank u or reading)

Dropping my bag on the floor of the plane from shock, I quickly retrieve it in fear of someone grabbing it.

I am so confused as to how I could forget that I left it in my bad but most importantly how I could get it past security. Thinking about it, I'm not confused about my free pass through security considering the guy checking my bag wasn't checking my bag out rather checking me out. I assume or else I would be sitting in jail right now probably.

I feel my anxiety rising and in this moment, I feel 20 eyes on me. In reality, there are no eyes on me. Only Sebastian's.

And I'm sure he has said something to me acknowledging his fearful facial expression.

Zoning back into reality as well I can, I lift one converse up onto the airplane seat under my opposing leg whilst tucking my bag in between my legs.

"I'm sorry, what'd you say?" I ask Sebastian's worried face.

"I asked if you were alright. You all of a sudden looked scared. Are you afraid of flying?" He is leaning towards me now preparing to calm me down. But there's not much he could do to calm me down unless he were to be able to go back in time and I could leave my drugs at home.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Oh, yeah a little. I'll be okay once we are officially up in the air though," Are we in the air? I think we are still ascending but I can't be too sure.

"You sure?" Bash asks me, not letting me leave eye contact.

I feel hot and uncomfortable and I definitely regret wearing this hoodie but thankful I chose to wear shorts.

"Mhm" I nod at him, trying hard not to appear nervous. My ears begin to pop and I remember why I looked in my bag in the first place.

Hiding the inside of my bag from Bash and everyone else, I hand him a piece of gum and close my bag again.

This plane ride better go fast.

I just need to read a book or watch a movie or something and let myself focus on anything else. The chances of actually getting caught are about 50/50 but I won't let that ratio get me down. It was an accident, a silly accident.

Choosing to read a book, I pick one of my favorites at the moment Looking For Alaska by John Green and open it to the page I left off.

This is my third time reading this book but I just can't seem to get over it.

Normally, I could completely let myself go into a different world made of Miles and Alaskas (the main characters) but right now my thoughts keep swerving back into worry.

Everytime I tell myself to calm down, I find myself closing my eyes and holding myself back from grabbing Bash's arm.

Although he can calm me down in a second, I don't- no I CANT let myself be comfortable with that.

I am my own hero and I don't need anyone else to save me. I'll be fine.

On the other hand, he wouldn't be saving me but helping me. And even superheroes need a little help sometimes.

Maybe just resting my head on his shoulder would be fine. I decide that it's okay after a small battle in my head and let my head lean onto his shoulder.

"I'm here to comfort" My mind throws me back to this morning when Bash assured me he didn't mind me squeezing him.

I feel his head rest on top of mine and I can finally calm down.