3 years, 2 teens, 1 office.
This is the story of Leslie Stephens and Adam Mason and their untraditional love.
Leslie Stephens is a normal-ish teen. Out of nowhere, an extraordinary opportunity presents itself. She goes on this mysterious journe...
"Did you remember the reservation number? We need that for the ticket printing tomorrow morning. Make sure the-" I was cut off with Adam's voice,
"Leslie, take a nap. You've been awake for more than 22 hours. David, Teresa, and I can handle it from here." He told me, pointing towards the open door and the bed that looked oh so comfy. I sighed,
"Fine, but if you need any help, make sure-Adam!" I stopped mid-sentence when Adam picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. I'm pretty darn sure my face was the color of a stop sign as I buried my head in the extremely comfortable crook of his arm.
He laid me down in the bed, which already had the sheets folded over. Pulling the covers to my neck, he kept the door just a crack open, exactly how I liked it. I wonder how he knew that? Hmm...warm bed....
Adam's POV:
"I'm pretty sure that girl would keel over with sleep deprivation if you didn't do that once a week," David told me, handing me the printed tickets for us.
"Don't I know it. I'm just trying really hard to not screw up. She's just per-"
"You, my best friend, are in love." He said, smirking.
"David, you know what, I forfeit. I know I'm not gonna win any debate with you. Especially about my g-uh Les-um-coworker. Let's get to work, okay?" I diverted the topic, knowing that if I continued to talk about Leslie, my face would giveaway everything.
We continued preparing for the mass ticket printing that was going to ensue in the morning. At 5 am, he decided he was going to wake Leslie up since they had to get in the van at 7 am.
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Leslie's POV:
"Hey, wake up, Leslie."
"We gotta go board the van."
"Last resort-" and I awoke to find Adam sitting on the side of the bed and tickling me. I yelled and grabbed a pillow to fend off his tickles. I knew that the only place he was ticklish was his back and behind his kneecaps, so once he was sideways on the other side, I attacked his back, making him jump up in surprise.
"How'd you know that?"
"Truth or Dare teaches a lot about the other players," I answered, then realizing that my hair was probably a disaster. Dammit, I need to get him out of here.
"Uh, so I'm um, gonna go change. I'll meet you downstairs." I quickly told him, steering him out of the door.
I looked in the mirror and saw a mess. Not a hot one, just a mess. Why can't I just wake up looking a little decent? Ugh, he probably thinks I'm gross. Great job, Leslie. Scare another guy away, why don't you?
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At the airport...
Adam's POV:
Leslie's sleeping figure that was curled up next to me with her head on my lap was adorable. I didn't have the heart to wake her up. I shifted slightly and placed my arm around her, inhaling the smell of her shampoo. She swears it's an apricot shampoo, but it always smells like roses to me.
I subconsciously started stroking her hair, loving the feel of it. A few minutes later, she awoke, and immediately tried sitting up. She looked shocked that she was on my lap.
"You okay?" I asked, worried.
"Yea, yea. Sorry for falling asleep on your lap. I was-"
"It's alright, I don't mind a bit, Leslie." I chuckled, smiling at the thought that this is why she looked so freaked out.
We arrived at the airport, with no time to spare, so we quickly went thru security and got to the gate just in time. After handing our boarding passes in, we went to our seats. It wasn't a long flight, just under 5 hours. All department executives were in first class so we were with a lot of our coworkers. Luckily, the seats were in pairs, so I didn't have to worry about another guy staking a claim to my girl.
