Diza Oneshots

Airports

Narrator's P.O.V.

"Is this seat taken?" Says a blonde to David.

"Yea, I'm saving for someone." David says, not looking up from his laptop. The blonde sits down anyways.

"I don't see them, it's just you and me, pretty boy." She says, reaching her hand to run through his hair. He flinches, removing her hand.

"Don't touch me like that." He says, annoyed.

"Oh come on, I know you like it." She says, sensually, puffing her chest out ever so slightly.

"I do, but not when you do it. Especially since we just met." He shifts in his seat, keeping his eyes on his laptop, continuing to edit. She stops her movements and studies David's laptop screen, watching as he sorts through the footage he has collected over the last day. "Can you please go and sit somewhere else, I'm trying to work, ma'am." David closes his laptop, blocking her from seeing anything else.

"Why so feisty? I like feisty."

"Well, I'm not yours, I have a girlfriend." She ignores his words, running her hand along his left bicep. "I told you already, don't touch me like that, I have a girlfriend."

"I don't see her, baby boy."

"Turn around." Says a voice behind them, David freezes, knowing who it is instantly. The blonde turns to the voice. "Now you see her." (Victorious anyone? No? Ok, I'm going to go jump in Lake Michigan now.)

The girl just smirks. "That's your girlfriend? Oh, you can do much better." She tells David.

"Can you please just go, and leave me and my girlfriend alone?" He emphasis the last part, making sure she got the message.

"Oh, but I never got your name, I want to remember you for when you drop that slut." Liza tenses, clenching her fist.

"Come on, let's just sit somewhere else. We're boarding soon anyways, we should start to get ready." Liza says, signaling for David to gather his stuff and follow her. The words still ringing in her head, that slut. It's going to bother her all day if she doesn't confront him.

Once they reach their first class seats, Liza pops the question, "Bubba?"

"Yea, babe?" He looks up from his laptop, willingly this time.

"Am I a slut?" She asks, looking him straight in the eyes.

David rolls his eyes, making sure Liza didn't see. "Why would you ever think that?"

"I don't know, it's just... that girl, she had so much more than me... and-"

"No. No. You're not a slut, and you have everything I want, you're everything I want. And so much more than I deserve. I don't care that you don't have a butt, it's cute, and it's mine. I could tell hers was fake, to jiggly." Liza chuckles softly.

"You were looking at her butt?" She says defensively.

"Maybe... Anyways, let's not that slut get in the way of our vacation, ok? Let's have the time of our lives this week." He says, kissing her cheek softly. They both chuckle quietly before returning to their work.

One Hour Later

David looks in the reflection of his laptop as it goes black, signaling that it's dead. In the reflection he sees the blonde, reading a magazine. "Hey, babe."

"Yea?" Liza looks up from her laptop.

"Kiss me." She gives him a confused look. "What? I can't tell me girlfriend to kiss me?"

"No, you can, but it was unexpected." She says, leaning in to connect their lips. They both smile into the kiss, but for different reasons. David's reason? Well, he can feel the blonde glaring at them and it makes him happy. And Liza's reason? Well, she's kissing her favorite person, her soulmate.

They both pull away, happy as a clam. "Tell, me, why'd you make me kiss you?"

"I already told you." He says, grinning.

"Dobrik, I know that grin anywhere, it's the grin you use when you're going to put something on top of Jason. Why'd you make me kiss you?" One of the disadvantages of dating your best friend? Well, they know everything. An advantage? They're your best friend.

"Fine, I wanted to make the blonde jealous, I could see her staring at us through her magazine." Liza's mood changes, she doesn't show it thought. And David being the idiot he is, doesn't notice it at all.

"I thought we weren't going to let her get in the way of our vacation?" She asks, returning her attention to her laptop.

"I know, and she won't I just wanted to that little stunt, make her jealous. She means nothing to me, I don't know her name and never want to."

"I love you bubs."

"I love you, and only you."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N This was really fucking cliche, but welcome to my world.

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