First of all, my day started with me having literally no sleep. I stayed up half the night from excitement, creating scenarios in my head so I couldn't sleep until the clock hit 4 am. My flight was at 8 that meant I had to be at the airport at 6 and that meant that I had to wake up at 5ish.
I got to the airport at 6:15 and checked in quickly in order to get to the gate. Turns out the flight got delayed to 11 am and I was pissed.
When those long cruciating hours finally passed, we stood at the gate, waiting for them to start the boarding. I was getting agitated, I was sleepy, tired and ready to murder someone. The loud noisy chatter of people all around me made me agitated even more. I was glad to finally get on the flight, safe in my seat.
Just when I thought nothing worse could happen, a fat, smelly and too-friendly guy sat beside me.
My luck was amazing, wasn't it.
He started talking to me, something about his first love and I was like, dude, I couldn't care less. I wanted to sleep this 9 hour flight.
Of course, me being me, I didn't say it out loud. But I hoped that my murderous eyes and black bags under my eyes would reveal that I didn't want a cheery conversation, I wanted sleep.
Clearly this guy took no notice because he started even patting my shoulder and smiling, starting even more of an energetic convo. Not to mention the smell of his armpits whenever he moved.
End my suffering.
I shook my head.
This is all for seeing Adrien, endure, endure, endure!
The plane finally started and shot up into the blue sky and he was still talking.
He kept talking when they handed us wet wipes.
He kept talking when they gave us food.
He kept talking when they collected the garbage.
I'm so done. Does this guy no nothing of 'silence' ?
Three hours passed, and I passed with it.
I mean, I passed out with it. I closed my eyes and by accident drifted into heavenly sleep, his voice and the smell fading out into the distance.
...
''Ma'am..''
''Ma'am, wake up ma'am.''
I jolted away and found myself staring into the eyes of a handsome flight attendant. ''Why hello there.'' I mumbled with a smile.
He chuckled. ''Good afternoon?''
''No, not a good morning either.'' I looked out the window and found myself staring at the familiar surroundings of the France airport. My eyes widened and I stood up, looking around. The plane was completely empty.
He took a step back and revealed my bag that has been already taken down from the little compartments in the plane.
''Thank you so much!'' I began running but he caught my hand.
''Um, what's your name?'' He was blushing.
I smiled gently. ''Are you hitting on me?''
His eyes widened and he laughed. ''You're too cute to pass by.''
I chuckled. ''The names...(Y/N) Agreste.'' I let go as I ran out of the plane as fast as lightning with a blush.
Wow, I can't believe I just called myself with Adrien's last name, holy shit!
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Pawful of Love
RandomYou, the reader, have been best friends with the one and only Adrien Agreste for ages. You have a lot in common, and you both adore the heroic team of Paris, Ladybug and Chat Noir. Adrien simply sees Ladybug as a role model and nothing else. You lik...