Cupcake A Day

Chapter Six:

I always wanted to see that London sky drip, drip, drip out of my sight, but a part of my heart hurt this time. I look over and Micheal is smiling away, like some kid in a candy store. I tentatively lean my head against his shoulder, and  he slowly slides his hand behind my back. I keep in my breath as he goes over, and breath out once he gets to my side. I curl up my feet, pressing my white converse to the side of the plane, before closing my eyes and eventually drifting off. 

"Hey... Goldilocks?" someone whispers in my ear. 

"Mph..?" I groan, rubbing my eyes. 

"Do you want something to drink?" My eyes focus in and I smile, enjoying the sight of Micheal. 

No no no no no. 

I did not just think that.  

"Um yea" I finally respond. "Diet Coke please!" The flight attendant hand Micheal my fizzing soda, who promptly turns around and gives it to me. His fingers lightly graze mine shooting sparks through me. "Um thanks." I respond awkwardly. I sip my drink and tap away on my phone, quickly realizing I can't do anything I want to do on it. "The amount of times I have flown and every freakin time I go through the same realization." I murmur. Micheal lightly laughs causing my cheeks to flame. 

Disappointed, bored, embarrassed, and annoyed, I slump back in my seat. Micheal continues to read and mark up his book. "Crime and Punishment?" I ask. "I never pinned you as a honors english guy." I admit, pulling out my own work to do. 

"AP English actually." Micheal corrects, scratching the back of his neck.

My eyes widen, "holy heck! How did you manage to do that as a junior?" 

"Story time:

I love to read." 

"Ahahah, sexy popular boy is secretly a cute nerd!"

"Thats not- did you just call me sexy?"

"Uh..." I try to think of a way out of this. 

"Thats what I thought" He says teasingly. 

"S-so keep telling your story" I stutter huff. For those of you who don't know what that is, its when I am nervous and frustrated at the same time. 

I kind of just. 

Huff. 

"Anyways, my mom is an English professor, she jumped schools which is why I am currently here. So I read all the good books when I was young, and I mean like by seventh grade I had already read Romeo and Juliet, Lord of The Flies, To Kill A Mocking Bird, the whole shebang. So naturally, my mom being a writer and English professor used her pretty darn persuasiveness to get me into a higher class. But don't except any other smartness from me, that is it." He jokingly points a finger.

I mock gasp, "Me?", I say pointing to myself. "Think you are smart?" He chuckles, and I smile, before we return to our work. 

My neat cursive flies across my recipe book, as I add and think of my new cupcakes for the fallowing week. 

"Which one of those is the supportive friend cupcake?" He leans over and whispers in my ear, in a deep husky like voice. 

Friend.

Friend.

Friend. Ugh. 

"Thursday?" I ask, pointing to my next day. I scribble in "Soccer Star <3" under Thursday, jotting down the cupcake description. 

"Yea" He rubs his thumb over his cupcake day, brushing my had just slightly, sending that electric field through my body. "Are you nervous?" 

"That I am seeing my old friends from eight years ago, returning home and possibly changing my whole life?" I rush out. "Yea." I pause, looking at my clasped hands. "I am nervous." Our hands slowly slide over to each others until his right hand is intertwined with my left hand. He uses a finger to twist my ring on my middle finger around. It is a tiny infinity sign, underneath it has engraved "love you always and forever, mom" but no one can see that part. I walk around with a little piece of her on me wherever I go. We sit blissfully in silence together until the plane starts to descend. I look to the window, slowly seeing NY appear. The mass of people get up, eager to get off and get on with their lives. But I take my time collecting my things, and myself, before exiting the plane with the last group.