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"He laughs, then lowers his mouth so that it's close to her ear. 'People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.'"

I laughed to myself and folded the top of the page, marking my spot and shut the book. I won't lie, this book was pretty good, I was a fan of it already. But I honestly don't think that I can deal with any more lovey-dovey stuff. I mean, how is that even true? How are strangers who meet in airports more likely to fall in love with one another than those who meet elsewhere? This author is clever and I love her style of writing, but I've got to call it a day on reading this. I pressed the home button on my phone to check the time. We had about two or so hours left in the flight. I was surprisingly not incredibly bored on this flight. Though, I am getting a little tired of my playlist. I took my headphones off of my head and held them as I unplugged the cord from my phone and wrapping it around my headphones. I stuffed them into my backpack, along with the book and then undid my tray table, placing my sketchbook and pencils onto it. I leaned down, trying not to hit my head on the tray table as I zipped my backpack and kicked it beneath the seat. I looked at the two boys beside me to see that Gray was fast asleep, his head pressed against the window. Zach had his hood up on his head and his headphones still on, he was blasting that new Drake song. While I don't like him too much, I'll admit he has some pretty good taste in music, but I don't know how he could sleep right now with how loud it was. But his head was turned and resting against his seat and he wasn't budging...so somehow he's asleep.

I was never one to fall asleep easily on airplane rides. I remember always being too caught up in looking at the clouds and making up stories with my mom to even close my eyes for longer than a single blink. I put my pencil case on my lap and opened up my sketchbook. Normally, I'd just open up to the page I left off...but I've got time and I always liked looking through my old drawings. I flipped through the pages, examining my past drawings that filled this book. Sometimes my eyes would just skim through before I flipped to the next page, and other times my eyes would linger for a bit. As I flipped the page, my eyes skimmed across it before setting in the middle. It was an old drawing I did of a photograph my mom showed me one day when we were flipping through old scrapbooks. It was a picture that the wedding photographer at my mom and dad's wedding snapped of my mom before she was going to go to do their first look without seeing one another. Their wedding pictures were so beautiful, they both looked so happy...they were so happy. I kept flipping through my drawings, coming to a stop again at one of my drawings from a month ago. It was a portrait I did of my mom. She asked me to draw her, and when I told her that it wouldn't be too good because I wasn't as good as she was, she just laughed and said: "nonsense, everything you draw is beautiful."

I looked to my right to see that Zach was looking over at me and I immediately flipped my notebook to the drawing I had been working on. It was a new one of one of Owen's velociraptors, Blue. She was my favorite. "It's not polite to look over people's shoulders you know," I said, getting my pencil case open.

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